Into the land of gems and poppies

Another year… another mission trip… to fulfill my promise to the marginalized tribes scattered around Southeast Asia. I could make this my full-time calling, but I have to make money to be able to serve, because missionary work requires me to put my resources into the tribes – not to make money from serving them.

This year the target of our mission trip would be a village in the back hills of the Myanmar-Laos-Thailand border. Yeah, that’s right – the Golden Triangle, the exact place where three countries meet.

If you were alive in the 60’s and 70’s you could remember that this place – Golden Triangle, is actually where the narco plants - opium and marijuana were cultivated, processed and marketed. It was also the spot where westerners and locals flocked for that ultimate psychedelic high that these narcotics offered.

Through the years stricter measures were imposed on these activities due to international outcry and yet the trade of narcotics survives up to this day albeit in a smaller and illicit scale.

Here are the photos of the mission trip that a month to prepare, but only 5 hours to execute. 

air nok (bird in thai) that flew me to Chang Rai

the awesome glimmer of the setting sun over 

the Myanmar mountains.

 checked in at Baan Bua homestay for the night

 the following day this bus takes me on the final leg of

my trip to the border.

that's my namesake - Noah. this buddhist ex-soldier of the Myanmar army met me at Mae Sai with his great smile. this was our first meeting after talking to each other a few times over the phone. I would hear his awesome testimony later and how much he loves Jesus and his countrymen. we spent less than 24 hours together but I guess I learned more than a semester's worth of wisdom about missionary work.

the northern end of highway 1 - the blue building, which is the Thai customs and immigrations gate to Myanmar. 

the Nam Ruak river (tributary of the Mekong River) separating 

the two countries

the gate into the land of precious stones, narcotic stuff and

ethnic strife. this country formerly had religious freedom, which was curtailed by the military junta that took over in the early 1960's and transformed Burma into a socialist Myanmar.

 at the immigrations office an officer takes my passport and hands me a temporary entry permit that would expire before the sun sets on the same day.

it had my photo and the same info that my passport held. this would be the legal document that would allow me to shop and tour the country and since we got in at 1 pm we only had about 5 hours to get our business done.

the center rotunda of Tachileik city just across the 

border from Thailand

a common street scene... not much traffic with overloaded

cars bearing unusual cargo

our convoy left the city and followed a dirt road through

numerous checkpoints.

we headed towards the Laos border through the 

wilderness brush onto the back country

 nestled in the remote hills you'll see this small school without a name. a commune of homes was beside this school and I was told that the community was composed of 100% believers. I couldnt help but imagine what these guys had to endure to stay undetected or

tolerated by the regime.

 the pupils seated inside. note the folded arms, which

is their way of showing respect for the visitors.

 you will note that they have enough elbow room

 the whole student body assembled for instructions

on how we were going to conduct our medical clinic

 first station is the checkup

 then Ralf administers the deworming pills and

any medicine that was needed.

then they put on the clothes that the Germans brought

Midway into our activity our escort - a paramilitary officer,

tells us that we have 15 minutes left and that we had to leave for the border and out of the country before the time that we were allowed to stay was over. His order jolted me back to reality and my mind reeled in the thought of how much these people had to endure being dictated on how they should conduct their lives. We hurriedly go through the remaining kids and head back to the border.

 at the border our guide realized that we had still a little time to visit a christian orphanage. These kids ranging from 6 - 17 years live in tight quarters in a rundown wooden house didnt have much to live by but were contented and happy to have foster parents who took care of them.

this is the sign at the orphanage and I ask a Myanmar interpreter at the office to tell me what it meant, but he couldn't 

understand it. It was written in the Burmese alphabet no doubt but he couldn't make head and tail of it.

Time was up and we retrace our steps over the bridge and back to the Thailand side of the border.

we then dig into this delicious dish of frog meat. Thank you Jesus for giving me this opportunity to serve your less fortunate brothers and sisters in this forbidden part of the world. I will forever be your humble servant.

What are the things that matter to Jesus?

Matthew 25:31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

34 “Then the King (Jesus) will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 

35 For you kept the 10 commandments to the letter, you held sacred Saturday, you gave tithes, you organized singing groups and flawlessly sang in concerts, you abstained from eating pork and other ‘unclean’ food, you wore your best clothes to church, you shunned jewelry, you coerced the students in your schools to attend your religious services, you served vegetarian food in your cafeterias, etc.

Ooops... did Jesus really say that?

Here's what he actually said in verses 35 – 40:

35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

Let's take a good look at out priorities my friends and make sure that our efforts are not wasted on things that don't matter to our King and Savior.