Picture this: 30 plus construction workers on one site. Picture those workers living at that site for weeks. Now picture that in Burma…a place where cleanliness is next to godliness…right at the bottom of the list of priorities for human existence.
Then let me back up and tell you about Hope.
Remember’s work with persecuted Christians in Burma actually started about 10 years ago with Freedom house orphanage. But after the children were relocated (and some killed) about five years ago, we began supporting Agape Children’s Home–a place for children of Karen and Kachin believers who needed a home. Some of these kids lost their lives directly due to Christian persecution.
After Agape came Faith. We supported about 50 more children at a second location.
After meeting the kids, it was love at first sight. After visiting the facilities, not so much. No room for beds, no ventilation, no place to play soccer. Flooding at Faith. Over development around Agape. It was time to move.
And that is why we needed Hope. God has blessed, and over the past few years, He provided the funds to purchase seven acres and build a new concrete structure that will not flood in anything short of Noah’s flood.
This week is a major milestone in the dream of Hope coming to life! And God has put together a truly remarkable team of skilled craftsman. I’ve seen less hard working hills of ants. Today, in fact.
The generator was already humming when I arrived at Hope this morning. Men were measuring. Cutting. Carrying. Pulling wire. Building stoves. Framing cabinets. Installing plumbing. Assembling beds, beds, and beds. All of you with husbands and sons over here should be very proud. I mean that.
Since I don’t have any skills, I busied myself by grabbing empty cement bags and filling them with trash. There was an endless supply of empty cement bags, the downer was having to dig them out of the mud and then flick off the worms. While getting eaten by fire ants. But I really didn’t want our kids to start out life at their new home living inside a perimeter of construction garbage.
It probably didn’t look much like a dream come true at that moment. Years of fundraising, planning, praying, working (and even days of going barefoot!) and here I am…finally at Hope stuffing empty bottles, cigarette packs, plastic candy wrappers, and various articles of muddy clothing into cement bags while slapping at fire ants and dodging rain drops.
But that’s the stuff dreams are made of. Lots of praying. Lots of giving. Lots of hard work. Lots of picking up garbage.
Of course, without the blessing of God–all of this amounts to nothing.
So…thanks to everyone who has had a part in making this dream come true. Those who travel and work; and those who stay and pray.
In just two days, we plan to bring the kids to see their new home. And we have already been telling them about the people in the United States who love them and the Lord enough to sacrifice to make Hope a reality.
But in the meantime, there is a whole lot of work to be done. And a whole lot of prayers to be prayed. And a whole lot of trash to be bagged. Unfortunately, I got fired from that job and I’ll have to find something else to do tomorrow. Bummer.