If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
Have you ever noticed how loud the world is? How loud it has to be to attempt to drown out the saving message of Jesus Christ?
Today as we prepared to worship with the children of Phnom Phen - just as the children began leading us - the power went out.
This is not unusual except that as our 'powered noise' went out - a low loud drone of meaningless words could be heard above our straining teachers.
We soon found out it was the sound of a very dark Buddhist teacher proclaiming the false teachings these desperate people follow. A competing sound perhaps orchestrated by the evil one. A sadness fills my soul as I hear empty words and promises that these people spend their entire lives following - longing to find what their soul searches for.
Right now in our church service the offering is being passed - as tiny hands drop their only coins into the offering bag - I think of the widows last mite and again ask my Savior for forgiveness from my greedy American mindset in which I falsely live as if 'it's' mine all mine. Just as I'm searching my own heart the children fill the quiet room with spontaneous acoustic praises and I praise Him for all he has done. Their voices drown out the enemies and i worship Him and thank him for opening their eyes and saving their very lives.
I am surrounded as I sit here by conflicting things - Buddhism's' voices - roosters crowing - orphans coins - tiny singing voices - flowing tears - stifling heat and can hardly contain my worship of my Savior.
As we prepare to move on I will always remember our time here and can only imagine what waits for us next.
Our team prays for opportunities to serve while here and again have probably falsely assumed that we are here to bless them ... It is the opposite - it is we who leave blessed!!
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