First Class Connections in France

I just returned from a ten-day trip to France and the UK that was marked by a number of divinely-orchestrated encounters.  When I have a significant meeting with someone in out-of-the-ordinary circumstances, my faith and expectation increase, and I long to see and enter Jesus’ Kingdom more regularly.  I cannot resist sharing a few of these meetings with you.

Last week I flew from Vancouver to France to speak at a conference near Valence in the Rhone Valley.  I had been invited by the leaders of a French prayer movement called “Union de Prière” (Prayer Union) to speak to 150 of their members at their annual retreat, which this year was on resistance and submission.

I had also planned to introduce the French version of my course on missions to anyone interested in starting a pilot course in their church.  The conference provided a perfect occasion to connect with many leaders throughout French-speaking Europe.

The location was a three-story stone retreat center in the beautiful little town of Charmes, located on the Eastern foothills of the remote mountainous area known as the Cevennes or “desert,” (wilderness) where French protestant “Huguenots” had found refuge from persecution.

On the fourth day I had planned to visit Daniel Bourguet, a Protestant monk who directed my doctoral thesis and has been an important spiritual mentor since 1989 (photo below).  Gracie and I have been members of “Les Veilleurs,” a spiritual community committed to contemplative prayer led by Daniel for many years.   A friend drove me 3-4 hours to “Les Abeilleres”- a retreat center in the Southern part of the Cevennes region near Montpellier where many come for retreats and spiritual direction with Daniel Bourguet.

It was great to catch up and to pray with Daniel, to give him my mission recordings, and receive his latest book.  When our time was up he accompanied me down the path from his hermitage towards the retreat center.  When we reached a bench where Daniel’s next visitor was waiting I said goodbye, and we drove the 3-4 hours back to Charmes.

The next day was the final morning of the conference, after which a man drove me to the train station in Valence.  We conversed about his rapport with his father, who he consequently felt led to more fully forgive and bless. The Spirit came very strongly and we ended up praying together right up to the last moment before the train came.

I entered the train station, found the right platform but didn’t have time to have my ticket stamped before boarding—a requirement on French trains.  After settling into a second class seating area filled with young people, I got up to look for the conductor. 

I made my way to the second floor of the train and eventually located the man who checked tickets, apologized and explained that I hadn’t been able to stamp my ticket before getting on.  “Bob,” he said, “someone who travels as much as you do should be traveling first class!”

It took a while for his statement to register as I didn’t recognize this man at all and couldn’t imagine how he could know my name or anything about me.  Amused at my confusion he explained:

“I was the man sitting on the bench yesterday, waiting to see Daniel Bourguet at Les Abeilleres after you visited with him,” he said.  “Let’s go to your seat and get your bags, I have a seat for you in First Class.”

I could not believe what was happening to me, and he too was quite surprised.   There are many trains that stop at Valence every day, but very few that stop at CDG airport as mine did.  He said he knew my name because the retreat hostess had told him that Daniel was with “Bob.”  If I hadn’t failed to stamp my ticket I would have never gone up to the second floor where we met.

After finishing checking people’s tickets he, Frédéric, brought me tea and pound cake and we talked for nearly two hours about God, contemplative prayer, and about “Les Veilleurs,” of which he was also a member.  I was inspired by his active pursuit of God and intercession as he traveled.  It turned out he was especially interested in my mission course and said he was from a 250-member charismatic evangelical church in Montpellier that has a strong interest in mission.  I had one last copy of my video recorded lectures that he was happy to accept.

I continue to ponder what the Spirit is doing in connecting me with this contemplative train conductor.  Nine years ago while staying at the Union de Prière retreat center in Charmes I had dreamed of a fire mounting from the Eastern Cevennes (Charmes) and from the South (Les Abeilleres) consuming the symbolic heartland of French Protestantism. 

Back then I had also traveled to visit Daniel Bourguet as I did last week.  The Holy Spirit does appear to be actively involved in  linking people and movements for prayer and also for mission-- in this case to bring renewal to France.

Burning the Chaff

Last Sunday during our jail service I came prepared to baptize a man who had requested baptism a few weeks before.  The jail Sergeant even personally filled up the minimalist paper cup for this Sacrament, handing it to me with a smirk across the institutional-maroon Formica booking counter.  I knew there was a good chance my supply of water would not be used as on the previous Thursday.

There was no guarantee that I would see the men from E-Pod due to the jail’s reorganization efforts.  My thirty minute time slot was already whittled down to twenty minutes due to the previous group’s late start.  As the guard ushered me back into the jail’s multipurpose room I learned that the upper tier of E-Pod was locked down due to a fight, so the chances of the baptismal candidate being in the lower tier was getting lower.  And yet I’ve been experiencing God’s amazing flexibility in working in the midst of the messiness of human contingencies, and the group that came in did includethe man wanting baptism. 

We looked together at Jesus’ baptism according to Matthew 3:11-17, and I suddenly wondered why I had complicated an already short time reflection by including verses 11-12.

“As for me, I baptize you with water for repentance, but he who is coming after me is mightier than I, and I am not fit to remove his sandals; he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.  And his winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will thoroughly clear his threshing floor; and he will gather his wheat into the barn, but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.”

An inmate read John’s description that Jesus would baptize with the Holy Spirit and fire.  We discussed the verses that terrorize people about the chaff being burned with unquenchable fire while the grain is gathered into the barn.  

In response to an inmate’s articulation that chaff equaled bad people that would be damned, I suggested that chaff is the protective part of a grain—and that Jesus’ baptism is about removing and destroying this self-protective part from the vulnerable and valuable kernel—us. 

“What might be some of the means we use to self protect?” I asked.  The men mention things like knives, guns, and self-medicating efforts like drug and porn addictions, and overworking.  I turned to a young gang member sitting beside me who I’d know for many years and asked him if he’d ever threatened anyone as a way to self-protect.  He looked surprised and said: “That’s what I’m in here for right now—for threatening someone.”  

It encouraged the guys to see Jesus as not being about burning up people, but rather our self-protective attitudes and practices.  Seeing baptism as a surrendering to the fire of our ways of taking care of ourselves, our stress and problem-producing control mechanisms looked appealing.  After all, the men could see that this chaff had gotten them into the trouble they were in.

We then read the next verses describing Jesus’ actual baptism, how the Spirit came upon him as he came out of the purifying, chaff-removing water.  The Father’s words of total, unmerited approval appealed to these men who had a proven track record (criminal record) showing their inability to measure up. 

From there I suggested that we go right into the baptism and asked the man if he still wanted to do it.  He nodded soberly, and I asked him to stand and for everyone to gather around him in a semi-circle.  At this point I decided to extend the invitation to others.  Three other men from the group wanted to be baptized, including the young gang member who was looking at life inprisonment.   All of us spoke our agreement regarding the following baptismal renunciations and affirmations in both English and Spanish.

“Do you renounce Satan and all the spiritual forces of wickedness that rebel against God?”

“Do you renounce the evil powers of this world which corrupt and destroy the creatures of God?”

“Do you renounce all sinful desires that draw you from the love of God?”

“Do you turn to Jesus Christ and accept him as your Savior?”

“Do you put your whole trust in his grace and love?”

“Do you promise to follow and obey him as your Lord?”

The guards came in just as I was dowsing the fourth man, twenty minutes into our time.  I left amazed at God’s perfect timing, grateful to be part of Jesus’ beautiful ministry.

Further Adventures in Jail

Last Thursday night I went to the jail prepared to baptize a man from E-Pod, but apparently God had other ideas.  The jail guards surprisingly ushered in inmates from B-Pod, a group of men who hadn’t been allowed to attend our services for over three weeks.

The fifteen or so men were eager to talk about Romans 1:18-20 (see my last update).  Since they had been kept from regular gatherings due to reshuffling in the jail they were particularly open and we had a rich discussion.  When the guards didn’t come after the usual thirty minutes I invited the men to receive more of the Holy Spirit in a way I thought they would like.  Since I knew they had been deprived both physically and spiritually I suggested that we try drinking in the Spirit through an imaginary exercise that I rarely do.

I suggested that we imagine that we are each holding a forty ounce can of malt liquor which we were going to chug (the fastest and cheapest way on the street to get an alcohol buzz).  I told them that I was going to pray over our imaginary cans, that the Holy Spirit would fill them so we could drink God’s Spirit right down into our beings.  The guys were humored and excited as we lifted our cans before us, popping the tabs to open them, asking the Spirit to come and then “one, two, three,” chugged them down.  We laughed together for a while and then I told them a story about when I had first done this drinking activity with inmates about eight years before. 

I told them how after I and the four inmates had received the spirit in this way the man to my right had began to cry, the man beside him was filled with joy, and I got the word “father wound.”   As I told the story I pointed in the direction of about ten o’clock in our large circle of men, recalling how right there, eight years ago, one of the four had stood up, saying he was sure this father wound word applied to him.

He had then pulled up his shirt to show us seven stab wounds his stomach.  He went on to recount how his father had beaten him severely when he was a kid and that he had felt so badly about himself that three months before he had stabbed himself seven times in the stomach and had nearly died from the wounds—continuing to feel severe stomach pain.

At that point I told the group how I had explained to this man the importance of expressing the pain we have from our fathers and mothers sinning against us, and then to drop our judgments rather than harbor bitterness.  I pointed over to where the man had been sitting who had stabbed himself, remembering it like it was yesterday, recalling how he had chosen to forgive his father and consequently been healed.

As I was finishing the story one of the men I had been pointing towards surprised us all by saying that this man I was telling about was his brother!  He told how in fact their father had exercised a lot of physical and emotional violence against them when they were growing up, and how his older brother had done prison sentence after prison sentence.

Realizing that I now needed to continue focusing on forgiving our fathers, we moved into a discussion about how when we don’t forgive those who have sinned against us we are likely to behave in similar ways.  At this point one of the men who had continued reading on his own after Romans 1:18-20 said: “Hey, right here it says exactly that:

“Therefore you have no excuse, everyone of you who passes judgment, for in that which you judge another, you condemn yourself; for you who judge practice the same things… Or do you think lightly of the riches of his kindness and tolerance and patience, not knowing that the kindness of God leads you to repentance” (Romans 2:1-4). 

A man to my left spoke up: “I don’t know if I can do that.  I am totally full of bitterness toward my old man.  Is this something you can just do, or does it sometimes take a long time?” he asked.

I assured him that it can take a long time when we’ve been seriously sinned against, and I reminded everyone of Jesus’ call to forgive seventy times seven (Matt 18:22).  A huge guy who worked as a logger to my right stood up and told how this would be hard for him too:    

“My dad shot and killed my mom when I was one year old.  He didn’t just shoot her once but four times.  I’ve been bitter against him ever since I learned it from my adoptive parents,” he said.

Just then the guards popped the doors and I said goodbye to the men, encouraging them to let the Spirit guide them regarding who and how they need to forgive.   I left amazed at how the Holy Spirit was so present to seemingly guide the guards choice of pods and the following words, Scriptures, example and even the gestures of our gathering.  I left interceding for these men, who like most offenders have been seriously sinned against themselves and are in need of big doses of mercy and love.

Reading the Bible alongside the "damned"

One recent Sunday in the jail I discovered that the normal ‘B-pod’ group of inmates I usually meet with were ‘locked down’ due to a fight.  The guard ushered in a different group of 8 or so men instead.  After introducing ourselves and praying I had someone read Romans 1:18-31.  As an inmate read the first verse I suddenly saw something I had never noticed.

“For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness -- of men who suppress the truth in unrighteousness.” 

“Do you guys notice here that God’s wrath is not revealed against people?” I asked, interrupting the reading. “God’s wrath is against ungodliness and unrighteousness!  Wrath is not directed at unbelieving, deceptive, abusive, lustful or angry men, but against unbelief, deception, abuse, lust and anger.  Does this sound like good news?”

The men looked up from their bibles with wide eyes, surprised, even a bit jolted.  Suddenly it dawned on me that I was reading Romans 1 with the sex-offender pod, men who hadn’t had access to weekly Bible studies due to the danger of mixing them with other inmates because of their despised, sex-offender status.

This clear differentiation between sin and people is consistent in the New Testament (see Romans 7:19-20).  Jesus is never described as being violent towards people, but only towards the non-human powers (demons, Satan, certain attitudes (like superiority, pride), sins, money changing tables...).  This distinction makes it easier for many to approach God for help.

More precisely here, God’s wrath is revealed against the spiritual states of ungodliness (asebeia), meaning lack of reverence for God, and unrighteousness (adikia) – which is the opposite of truth (alethia) and true righteousness (life in harmony with God’s will & Jesus’ kingdom- “on earth as in heaven”).

Ungodliness and unrighteousness result from people suppressing the truth in unrighteousness, rather then welcoming God’s continual communication to us all.

God’s communicating to all people is emphasized next: “because that which is known about God is evident within them; for God made it evident to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse” (1:19-20). 

“Do you sense that God is speaking to you? Are you paying attention to what God is showing and telling you?” The men were all able to think of examples of the Spirit’s active communication to them, and also of their suppressing the truth in the midst of daily life.  I found myself really inspired to be even more watchful for God’s Presence in my life too.  The next lines offered analysis and some keys to a knowing the way forward.

“For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God, or give thanks; but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened” (1:21)

Futile speculation, darkness, worshipping and serving creatures and all evil described in the rest of this passage result from ignoring the Creator, who gives humans over to the lusts of their hearts (v. 24), degrading passions (v. 26) and depraved mind (v. 28).

We agreed together to respond to this verse in prayer, speaking words honoring and thanking God.  This is the way forward in resisting ungodliness and unrighteousness from the suppression of truth, and I find myself wanting to practice this more deliberately.

Titus 2:11-12 provides still more encouragement to pay attention to God’s initiatives towards us, as God’s grace is described as actively appearing, bringing salvation and instructing:

“For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men, instructing us to deny ungodliness and worldly desires and to live sensibly, righteously and godly in the present age.”

Our group of unlikely partners came to a place of unusual clarity and excitement to step into active faith described just prior to all these verses:

“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek. For in it righteousness of God is revealed from faith to faith; as it is written, “but the righteous man shall live by faith.” (1:16-17)

The following week I received a letter from one of the inmates for that pod.  I include an excerpt here:

“Thank you for coming today, because our pod is very unlucky when it comes to getting our own time for church and A.A.  I’m sorry to say that we are lucky that B-pod was locked down today.  Otherwise we would have not had that opportunity to see you.  Just within this last two months that I’ve been here I have received Jesus as my Savior and I have this pod to thank for that.  This is the sex offender pod and before I was brought here whenever I was in another pod or I looked into here from on the other side of the door I was so judgmental and I talked bad about this pod.  But now that I’m in here I couldn’t want to be in any other pod.  The guys in here are, for the most part saved and born again.  Whenever we get someone new we suggest Bible studies and the like.  I am not a sex offender but the guys that are in here that are being charged are facing life and for the most part feel the need for Jesus because they feel they have very little to live for…. Most people think that these guys are monsters, but if they were here in the midst of it all would think differently.  They are the most giving, caring and nice guys around.  If we need something or want it and they can spare it they will 90% of the time give it to us.  Things like phone calls, commissary items, I-care packages and whatnot all get shared even when we don’t ask.  The pod has a happy, joyful aura about it that makes things easier being in jail.”

It is encouraging to see the Spirit moving among those who society would deem the least worthy, even damned.  When we come to believe that God truly loves us while opposing powers that prey on us, we are lead to honor and gratitude.  I am seeing a growing desire among inmates and my own colleagues to consciously resist “suppressing the truth”, and to step into a more active relationship with our continually speaking, revealing Creator.  Gracie and I are feeling this too, and pray that you will be encouraged forward in your faith journey as well.

Ekblad Intercession and Bridge Collapse

Last night my colleague Alan and I were leading our normal Thursday evening back-to-back Bible studies in the Skagit County Jail in Mount Vernon.   We started out just after 7pm with two men from “A Pod”.   Both men were visibly upset as they were facing the normal post-arrest chaos: criminal charges, family upset, detox from drugs and alcohol, un-determined sentence.  I could see we needed to pray before looking at a passage from the Bible, and asked if they were okay with that.

One man surprised me by his unusually generous attitude of a intercessor: “Every day I pray that God would be with all the people out there, protecting them and blessing them wherever they are.”  After asking Jesus to pour out his Holy Spirit on us, to fill us with his peace, to open our hearts and minds to hear God’s Word to us, I included this man’s prayer, asking for God to truly protect and bless the people out there on the streets, in the world, including our loved ones.  Alan and I then went on to pray and prophesy over the two men, and the Spirit visibly touched them.

At the end of second Bible study the guard informed us that the bridge over the Skagit River had collapsed.  He didn’t know whether anyone was hurt or killed, but the men in our third Bible study were all very upset and wanted to pray.  Jail staff had just announced that the phone system was down for the night, so the men were quite concerned that they wouldn’t be able to call family to find out whether their loved ones were okay.   Everyone seemed quite earnest about praying for all the people affected by the bridge collapse.   Our reading of 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 also seemed to move the guys.  

“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own?  For you have been bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body.”

Imagining cars on I-5 driving 60-70 miles per hour off the edge of the bridge into the frigid Skagit River was making people think.  “I cross that bridge several times every day when I’m out there,” one man said.  The idea that our bodies belong to God, are bailed out of death’s prison grip by Jesus’ death and resurrection was making sense and looking attractive and needed.  We were all feeling the desire to surrender our fragile selves to the One who made us and ask for Holy Spirit to fill us.

Our last Bible study was interrupted by one of the inmates being called out by the guard.  The men were worried for him, wondering if he was about to be told that one of his family members had been injured or killed.  In fact Alan had left early to meet with him one-on-one.  He’d just been found guilty and was looking at a 15-year prison sentence.  The men all wanted to pray for him, for his family, and for anyone else affected by the bridge collapse.

I left the jail last night in bumper-to-bumper traffic as traffic was being re-routed.  I headed to my parents and watched live footage of rescue workers searching the river for survivors.  Only a few cars had gone over the bridge and nobody was killed.  My first thought was of the inmates’ intercession.  

This morning in a BBC article on the bridge collapse “Dan Sligh, one of those rescued from the water, said the bridge had disappeared in a "big puff of dust".

"When the dust hit I saw the bridge start to fall," he said. "At that point forward momentum just carried us over and as you saw the water approaching it was just one of those [times when] you hold on as tight as you can and I saw just a white flash and cold water.

"You talk miracles. I don't know what you want to call it. When you're sitting down in the water and there's all that mangled metal and bridge, and you're looking around kind of pinching yourself and realizing you're lucky to be alive. It's a pretty amazing day to tell you the truth."

He said he dislocated his shoulder in the fall, but popped it back into place. Mr Sligh and his wife were "belly deep in water in the truck", and he said his wife was in shock as they waited for help.”

Men and women in our jails and prisons often know through the pain of confinement and deprivations and the trauma of many near-death experiences that life is fragile and precious.   They often come to see that living life their way, as if their bodies are theirs to own and control, has not worked for them.  They are readier than most to surrender their lives to Jesus, to agree with God to let their bodies be temples of the Holy Spirit.  They often become intercessors for their families, our communities and world.   I woke up this morning feeling grateful and inspired.

Julio

The image of the sower in Matthew 13:18 has always resonated with me, as I have scattered lots of seeds in all sorts of ground: addicted, unbelieving, incarcerated, overworked, and often receptive. 

I have witnessed many people receive the word with joy, drinking it into their thirsty souls.  I’ve watched them grow before my eyes.  And yet for the countless Bible studies I’ve led and individuals and families I’ve visited, I’ve seen very little fruit.

I don’t know what’s happened to most of the people I’ve ministered to a chaplain of Skagit County Jail and in Tierra Nueva’s migrant ministry.  Inmates have often gone off to prison, from which they’ve been deported or released to a new life in some place unknown to me.  I rarely hear what happens to people who have heard the word.  I’ve clung to texts like Isaiah 55:10-11, which have brought me some comfort.

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there without watering the earth, and making it bear and sprout, and furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater;  So shall my word be which goes forth from my mouth.  It shall not return to me empty, without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.”

Eighteen years ago I met a young man named Julio in Skagit County Jail.   At that time he was a scrappy gang banger from Stockton, California, caught up in PCP and crack cocaine addiction and dealing drugs for income.  I did one-on-one visits with him while he was in jail, and was increasingly drawn to him.   He called me “Pastor Robert”. 

Julio and I hit it off, and when he was out of jail I began visiting him and his girlfriend in the apartment from which Julio sold drugs.  Julio asked me to read the Bible with him and his girl friend and to pray.  Our Bible studies were constantly interrupted by customers wanting to buy drugs—many of whom I knew from jail Bible studies. Julio invited everyone who came by to join in and learn about God.  He was a natural evangelist.  I loved him.

Julio and his girlfriend had two beautiful daughters together, which added more financial pressures and stress to their relationship. In spite of my best counseling efforts, he and his girlfriend broke up.  Julio took his daughters to live with his mom in Arizona.  He worked at one of the skills he’d learned from his stepfather—smuggling people through the desert to safety.

 

He would tell me how his drug addiction was taking a toll on his health.  It was hard to keep in contact with him with his constantly changing cell phone numbers.  Many times we were out of touch for months.  He was always on my heart.  My prayers would be answered when he’d call me out of the blue and we’d reconnect and pray together over the phone.  His young daughters would sometimes call me, saying “Pastor Robert, can you pray for my dad.” 

I felt my limitations as a pastor all the time with this wily, beloved sheep, and have prayed for him all these years, imaging myself carrying him up and laying him before Jesus.  My love for Julio and longing to see him grow drove me closer to Jesus, asking for wisdom, training, more love, more of the Holy Spirit—whatever was needed. 

Two weeks ago Julio called me out of the blue.  Pastor Robert.  “I’m leaving where I’m at and I’m moving back to Washington.  I’m ready to surrender to Jesus and to work with you at Tierra Nueva!”  He’d been on a Greyhound bus for 2 ½ days already and asked if I could pick him up.  He was three hours from Mount Vernon!

Julio moved into our building and has become part of our life again.  Last Sunday we baptized him.  He’s been going out with us on missions to pray for people, and loves it. This has been deeply encouraging to me, and I’m celebrating the realizing of Psalm 126:5-6.

“Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting.  He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.”

Please pray for him as he starts out afresh as Jesus’ disciple and our newest recruit.  Please pray for his 15 and 17 year-old daughters, who are living on their own now in Mexico, and their mom who is now in prison.   Lift them before the Good Shepherd, Jesus himself.  He knows where they are and how to bring them home.

Hope in Dark Places: Reflections from S. Korea and Thailand

We just returned from three weeks in Korea and Thailand.  There we witnessed first-hand the Spirit calling people into missions, we served alongside front-line missionaries who care for women and men in prostitution, and participated in prayers of confession and repentance to address larger macro-powers.

In Korea I led a retreat for about 200 members of Jubilee Church, a congregation of young mostly-Asian English-speaking ex-pats living and working in Seoul.  Jubilee’s mission statement is Isaiah 61, and the Holy Spirit was strongly present to call people into Jesus’ ministry, visibly filling and healing people.  Many expressed their longing to follow Jesus into the darkest places—and Thailand definitely qualifies. (Jubilee prayer team is first picture below).

Next stop was Bangkok, where I met with Jennie-Joy, a young, joy-filled missionary working with Nightlight to advocate for individual women trafficked from other nations so they can get out of the sex trade (second photo below).

Iven and Kashmira Hauptman welcomed me into their home in the heart of one of Bangkok’s red-light districts.  Iven invited me on a several-hour loop around the National Palace and Emerald Buddha Temple, where we encountered dozens of young men awaiting customers as free-lance prostitutes. 

We talked to a number of guys about Jesus and prayed for those who accepted our offers to bless them, as potential customers slowly cruised by.  Iven and Kashmira are fluent in Thai, have built relationships with their neighbors and many of these young men, with whom they envision starting a church.

My third stop was Pattaya, Thailand, home to the world’s largest sex-tourism scene and meeting place for two gatherings of missionaries living and serving the poor in slum communities with Servants and the New Friars. Gracie and our 17-year-old daughter, Anna, joined me to minister to these missionaries. 

While there we went out on the streets three nights to pray for people in the heart of the red-light district, and to discern what Jesus would have us notice and do in response (third photo below).  Walking the streets was highly disturbing, and yet intercession seemed urgent and came naturally as the despair and emptiness of the women and men selling themselves and also the customers was in our faces.

We knew that an old US Air Force Base “U-Tapau” was close by, from which US B-52 bombers left to bomb Cambodia, Laos and North Vietnam during the Vietnam War.  Many directly link the death and terror from these bombing campaigns to the rise to power of Khmer Rogue, and Pol Pot’s execution of hundreds of thousands of Cambodians.

We were also aware that the US military had used Pattaya as an R&R site, and that sex tourism got it’s start there largely due to US troop presence.  One evening after a prayer walk through the heart of the prostitution scene, my friend Tom and I waded into Pattaya Bay and confessed nation’s sins, re-affirming our baptisms.  We felt God’s strong presence hovering over the waters.

At the Easter Sunday we included an act of public confession and repentance for US’s use and abuse of Pattaya as part of our celebration of Jesus’ victory over the powers (see below).  Many Americans joined me as I led these prayers (fourth photo) and Cambodian participants and ministry workers living in Phnom Penh offered declarations of forgiveness. 

The following week our daughter, Anna volunteered with Tamar Project, a ministry that reaches out to women in prostitution.  Anna was deeply impacted as she worked alongside women whom Tamar staff had befriended and offered employment through their bakery, café and greeting card businesses (final photo).

Anna’s experience of working alongside the women was life-changing, reminding us that Jesus’ love is deeply personal and relational, and can overcome any barrier.  It breaks the grip of evil as people surrender to the crucified and risen Victor.

Prayers of Confession (March 31, 2013, Pattaya, Thailand)

I confess and renounce the sin of the United States of America of using and abusing the land of Thailand, the city of Pattaya as a launching pad for bombing raids on Viet Nam, Cambodia and Laos.  I renounce US Imperial designs and lament the death and ongoing destruction that have resulted and continue to be felt.

I confess and repent of the sin of American soldiers, military personnel and other citizens of using Thai and Cambodian women as objects and for and any role the US played in contributing to the rise of prostitution in SE Asia.

We declare that there is no justification for these actions.

We repent of the sin of misrepresenting God through these behaviors [since many people would have viewed the US as a Christian nation].

We ask the people of Thailand, Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam for forgiveness for these sins in the name of Jesus.

Links to people and ministries

Jubilee Church, Seoul, http://jubileeseoul.com

Jenny Joy Tefler,  http://seedswillgrow.com/partners

Iven and Kasmira Hauptman, http://ivenandkashmira.com                                          

Tamar Project, www.tamarcenter.org/en                                                                 

Servants, http://servantsasia.org