A Vision of the Kingdom of God

Here in Cambodia we talk about transformational development. We have a vision of a Cambodia where all kids can have good nutrition and grow strong. That all kids can have education and all adults can access good health care. A vision of reconciled enemies, of good parenting and peaceful communities. Where the majority poor can have access to some of the resources of the minority rich. Where people are paid a fair wage and their rights are protected. A place where people have secure tenure of their land free from the threat of eviction. I want to see people coming into a transforming relationship with God and embarking on a life of discipleship following Jesus.

This is a vision of the Kingdom of God for this place and God is at work here transforming evil into good, enmity to friendship, poverty to sustainable lives, and brokenness to fullness in Jesus. God's at work here and it’s exciting to be a part of it.

Life in the Kingdom

Henri Nowen talks about “two kinds of death” – one into the Kingdom of God and one into Hell. Dying into ‘new life’ always seems a strange way of entering the kingdom. To have life in the Kingdom we need to ‘give life away’. Jesus teaches this in a number of ways – seeds rely on death before bringing new life, coming to God in simplicity as children, ‘giving everything away’ to really know God, and selling “everything” to buy the field with the treasure or the pearl of great price.

What does this mean for us as Jesus followers?

Matt 11 came to me:
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

It encourages us to take our place and be deeply connected with him and get into what is happening in his Kingdom. It’s a voice of encouragement to those of us who are “weary and carry heavy burdens” – “I will give you rest”. Not a rest of doing nothing, but rather a rest because we are yoked with Jesus. He will help us and we will get our lives aligned with him. This life is “easy and the burden light”. Sometimes it doesn’t feel so light or easy – but the promise remains.
This is life in the Kingdom.

Real Communication

Since moving here to Cambodia I have been surprised how many people in the international missions community have low-level Cambodian language skills. Even some 10-15 year ‘veterans’ can’t do the most basic teaching and training, tasks in Khmer let alone preaching and leading more complex conversations. Many can of course and their hard work learning the language, understanding culture and bringing the two together into meaningful conversations means they are confident to share at depth directly with Cambodian people.

Common reasons given are: “There was so much work to do I just had to get right into it”, “they all understand English anyway and they learn faster than I ever could”, and “I have a great translator”. All good pragmatic reasons but one wonders if they would have been more effective in the their work and ministry communicating directly into Cambodian language

Recently Rachael was asked to give a lecture at the National Physiotherapy conference. They assumed she would use English and they assigned her a translator. At just under the two-year mark she is well short of being able to deliver such a speech in Khmer so the offer was kindly accepted. Notes were sent off three weeks before to be translated and for familiarisation of the material by the translator.

She met the translator before the meeting and speaking in Khmer together it became clear he had misunderstood the key concepts of her paper. She was speaking about brain ‘plasticity’ – the ability of the brain to re-learn basic tasks like speech and movement through systematic ‘training’ activities post trauma - in the context of working with patients with strokes, head injuries and other neurological conditions. He, however, had translated the concept as having brain ‘surgery’ to correct the problem.

It showed clearly how, even in their field of expertise, many of the concepts we want translators to communicate are really tricky. Let alone the translators who are just good English speakers and have to translate in fields outside their direct knowledge area.

I have been reminded again of the importance of language and culture in communicating ‘information for transformation’. I know it makes the mission process more challenging and elongated but the outcomes just have to be better in the long run. So who wants to ‘put their hand up’ for lots of preparation and learning to come and serve the people of Cambodia?

Health: Right, Privilege or Responsibility ?

Is health a right, a privilege or a responsibility? That’s a pretty hard question to answer. Even with access to the best available health care and the most vigorous self care we may not be able to control our health status. Should I simply be grateful for the privilege of current good health or am I healthy because I live a life of privilege? Are we responsible for our own health? What about our responsibility towards the well being of others? Is a reasonable level of health care a human right? What’s reasonable when we consider the costs of global public health?

I have been thinking lately about health in terms of justice and here in Cambodia there is simply not enough of it.

The inequalities are stark.

In Cambodia it is common for families to sell land, animals or motorbikes or take out high interest loans from unscrupulous money lenders to pay for a family member to have surgery. All bathing, feeding and general nursing care is done by a relative of the patient so the family is going without two incomes. They will often need a family member to continue to be the full time carer when they leave hospital. Not uncommonly a daughter will be removed from school for that purpose. I’ve been seeing stroke patients in a government hospital and they regularly leave to go home well before they can sit up, let alone walk, because they have run out of money. There are too many stories of patients paying for unnecessary and sometimes dangerous combinations of medications with no understanding of their condition. Many people can’t afford the transport cost to a health centre, let alone the treatment, so they wait and wait until their condition is very serious and then often too difficult to treat.

An illness or accident can spell disaster for the whole family. It’s not surprising that anxiety is such a common problem and a contributing factor to ill health.

If you have money, however, most likely you will leave the country when you have a significant health problem in order to receive quality health care elsewhere. Maybe Vietnam or better yet Thailand or Singapore if you can afford it.

We have just done that. Tennyson went to Bangkok for knee surgery because our organization covers our health costs. We are also citizens of a country that has a well functioning, even if imperfect, public health system. When we were back in Australia recently our family had several doctors’ appointments, lots of health tests and a couple of small procedures and just about all of it was covered by Medicare. While I stood in line at the Medicare office contemplating the beauty of a public health system, others around me seemed very put out by the long queue. I was just so thankful that they were going to give me back all that money. It was wonderful to know that having preventative health checks and effective treatment for problems, before they become life threatening, was not going to financially cripple my family. In fact we would hardly notice it.

Bono wrote in a song ‘Where you live should not decide whether you live or whether you die’. Unfortunately it often does.
I’m very grateful for the quality health care we have received but I could do without the nagging discomfort of being one of the privileged few.

“Traffic that flows like water”

My initial reaction to hearing this assessment of the Phnom Penh traffic was to laugh and add “and goes ‘bump’ very hard”. But over time I must say “flowing like water” is the reality of how it works. The key is learning to merge, give way to the bigger vehicle, and follow the ‘actual’ road rules not the theoretical ones.

The best preparation for taking the plunge into the traffic here was the time I spent on the boys gaming console playing the game “Need for Speed: Most Wanted”. Little did I know that learning to drive on the wrong side of the road facing oncoming traffic would be a useful skill here in Phnom Penh. Dodging other traffic is one of the major skills needed to navigate the roadways.

The “flows like water” bit happens when, for example, turning left to join the traffic (which mostly uses the right side) one never stops, but rather kind of merges and mingles against the oncoming traffic until the “waters part” and a way opens up to make it across the traffic and then requires a similar merge into the stream of traffic heading left.

Confused? Perhaps this will help. There are officially two lanes of traffic with all vehicles driving on the right-hand side as in North America and Europe. So as you are driving looking forward there is the oncoming traffic on your left. Got it so far? Ok, this is where it gets tricky, there is another lane of oncoming traffic further to your right which represents the vehicles, mostly motorbikes but actually all vehicles smaller than trucks, that are trying to merge through your line of traffic to join the traffic to your left. Still with me? It is this right hand lane that does the “need for speed” thing and kind of cuts through your lane to merge with the other stream.

This is the basic ‘level 1’ context of the game and has ‘regular’ traffic – cars (some), motor scooters (lots), trucks and bicycles (lots too).

But lets play level two – this adds tuk-tuks (motor scooters pulling a carriage that comfortably seats 4 and often seats 8-10), tri-shaws (peddle powered single seated three wheeled vehicles), rubbish collectors pushing hand propelled carts around, and bicycles or scooters converted into hot food stalls fueled by hot coals.

Level three adds scooters converted to carry 44-gallon drums of flammable liquid, sheets of glass, pieces of angle iron 4-5 metres long, cupboards, double bed mattresses, and then inserts old people from the country side that are visiting the city for the first time and who randomly cross the road along the way.

Level four is the highest level and is the last test. It adds in teenagers who speed, weave in and out of the traffic, and generally create havoc by riding 3 or 4 abreast while chatting to each other. And then the last challenge - the people with mobile phones held to their ears or texting as they go along at half speed.

So watch out for the game “Need for Speed: Flows like water” at a retail store near you – $69.99. Or go down to the local market and get a pirated version for $2!

Inadequacy

When I think about our years of living in Thailand and now Cambodia, trying to learn language and engage in the lives of the people we are living amongst the word that would most often describe my feelings is ‘inadequacy’.

There is nothing like trying to learn a new language to make you feel small and childlike. Combine that with a totally unfamiliar culture, vastly different worldviews, less than ideal circumstances and a lack of resources and it’s not surprising that there are days we are left wondering about our effectiveness.

In the Mercy Medical Clinic, where I have been doing some physiotherapy, the people that I meet are often in situations that are way beyond my ability to address in any meaningful way.

This week I saw two stroke patients who were both left so disabled and so dependent that I couldn’t imagine how the families where going to cope with their care. The clinic is not a hospital for long term stays and these families couldn’t afford any other form of inpatient treatment. So they go back to their village homes to lie on the floor, being bathed and looked after as best they can by overwrought family members who will now have to give up paid work to become full time carers.

One of the patients could no longer speak and was having great difficulty with swallowing. Apart from rehydrating her in the clinic with a drip, little could be done as there was no tube feeding available. She would just have to be fed at home, very carefully by spoon, at great risk of getting the water or food into her lungs and developing pneumonia. Her devoted son said to me that he didn’t mind if she couldn’t move around or sit up. He would take care of her but he just wanted her to be able to eat and drink as he was afraid she might die. ‘Yes, exactly!’ I thought. It would have been difficult to think of something helpful to say even if I did feel more confident with my language skills..

It’s times like this that I find it hard just to be there witnessing people’s suffering. It’s even harder when I know that in another place, like Australia, there could be so much more done to help the whole family. My expertise and professional opinion don’t seem to be much help at the point where circumstances stack up against people and what is needed is comprehensive change to inadequate and unjust systems.

Although the temptation is to walk away or close my eyes to hard things, I do believe there is real value in simply being present with people in their pain even when we can’t take it away. I still, however, feel very uncomfortable with it. It regularly challenges my sense of professional efficacy, my sense of worth and identity and raises uncomfortable questions about what on earth I’m doing here.

Maybe if I did feel adequate I’d be in even more danger of imposing my insensitive responses and inappropriate ‘solutions’. Inadequacy is often an accurate appraisal of ourselves but it carries the danger of despondency and paralysis. Taken in a spirit of humility, however, the response is a greater dependence on the One who is able to do more than all we can ask or imagine.

Despite my wobbles, these weekly encounters with heartbreaking situations are spurring me on to deeper reflection on the meaning of solidarity, the ministry of presence, and above all else, a profound appreciation of Emmanuel, God with us, especially in our suffering and weakness.

A Godly Protest

Well over a month ago I started writing about Ligar. She was a bright young university student I met, who became horribly disabled and distressed from Tuberculosis in her brain. I was going to tell of the suffering her Christian family endured though her 18 month illness as they were plunged into poverty due to outrageous medical costs and the full time care she required. I was going to share the disturbing thoughts I had about her right to choose, even choose death, as she screamed in fear and disorientation, refusing any physical touch from me. I was going to ask unwelcome questions about her sudden death soon after a change in her medication that was never investigated.

But as I wrestled with my words, my questions about suffering, injustice and God’s place in this particular story where overtaken by news of a greater tragedy unfolding in Japan. And then the conflict, fear and mayhem right across the Middle East was brought to our attention.

This year has brought misery around the world on a scale impossible to comprehend. Does the everyday pain I see here in Cambodia become diminished at all in the big picture of things?

I no longer wanted to write just another sad story. What good could come of that? Does anyone want to hear more miserable tales with messy endings that raise more questions than answers?

But I remembered Ligar’s mother at the funeral and was challenged by her confident faith. She said that she had a dream in the weeks before her daughters’ death in which she felt Jesus was showing her that he would take Ligar to be with him. She said that, although she is very sad, she has peace and trusts God for Ligar. She is still convinced of God’s love and goodness.

Holding resolutely to the belief that God is good and God is loving despite being surrounded by tragedy is in fact a bold protest against the darkness of death and destruction.

We are tempted to despair but by a prayerful refusal to be dragged into hopelessness we can take our stand against all that is evil. Worshiping the God who saves and trusting in his ultimate restoration of all things becomes an act of defiance to the spirit of the age.

In confusing times such as these Peter encourages us to simply ‘commit ourselves to our faithful Creator and continue to do good’ (1Peter 4:19).