Lindie-Ann Taylor is the Caribbean’s first missionary to Asia. Pam met her as part of her outreach and training in Cambodia. She was in Kuala Lumpur recently on her way to Singapore for a conference with her mission board, Operation Mobilization (www.om.org), and we had the pleasure of her company for a couple of days.

Lindie-Ann has an amazing testimony. She is very bright young lady with a degree in Agriculture and a fine Christian family behind her. She also had a very bright and comfortable future in front of her, as her pastor and had already singled her for a unique role at home. He was not pleased when she announced she was going to the mission field instead. This is just not something that everyone does.

But Lindie-Ann is not everyone. She was living happily in Trinidad when she began having very vivid dreams of living in a tribal village. She did not know where it was at first, just that she was meant to live there, and that they needed her. After six months of this, all the while praying that God would make sense of what she was dreaming, she began to hear the name ‘Cambodia’ spoken as if someone were talking in the next room. Often she would go around the corner expecting to meet someone in conversation, but never did. But she did start doing some research into what she came to understand as her target mission country.

This led to a conversation with the leadership in her denomination. After some prayer they decided to invite her to speak at an upcoming conference. Having never spoken in a public setting before, Lindie-Ann was concerned; all the more when she found out the she was the only scheduled speaker! She left the conference with her entire support pledged, dazed and amazed at what God had done for her and through her in such a short period of time.

Her dream became reality as she entered a tribal village in Cambodia and began to live among the people, as the people there do; in a thatched hut mostly open to the elements, wading through ankle-deep sewage water in the street when it rained, eating what was available in the meager markets. Through all of this Lindie-Ann presevered, believing that God had called her there for His purpose. After a year of this she earned a visit from her mission board who undertook a necessary upgrade in her accommodations that included space for teaching the local children.

Lindie-Ann’s smile could power a small village all by itself as she talks about the children she teaches and the friends she has made. After just 14 months in Cambodia she is already fluent enough enough to preach in Khmer once a week. She admits it is pretty simple Khmer, but then these are pretty simple people. But it doesn’t take fluency to see Lindie-Ann’s passion for Christ, and it doesn’t take an advanced education to see her committment to the poor of Cambodia and her willingness to share in their struggles and their hardships. This is the sacrifice it takes to win the lost for Christ.

This week I became aware of a poem written by Martha Snell Nicholson.  Diagnosed with four incurable illnesses, for more than thirty-five years she was an invalid, confined to her bed.  However her spirit was so triumphant through those many painful years, that she wrote some amazing Christian poetry that continues to challenge and comfort hearts today.

                                              The Thorn

I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne

And begged Him for one priceless gift which I could call my own.

I took the gift from out of His hand but as I would depart

I cried “But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.

This is a strange a hurtful gift which Thou has given me”

He said “My child I give good gifts and gave My best to thee”

I took it home and though at first the cruel thorns hurt sore

As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more

I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace

He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face.

The very talented and opinionated Mark Steyn has made himself something of a local celebrity in Canada recently by his Muslim-baiting approach to some sensitive issues, such as freedom of speech and the question of what constitutes hate-speech. Mr. Steyn may have some cultural and ethnic axes to grind in his view of Islam; he does come from a Jewish background, a group not known to be particularly fond of their religious and ethnic half-brothers. But there is no denying that Steyn has touched a chord, especially among those who feel that Muslims generally, and fundamental Muslims in particular have been responsible for more than their fair share of the world’s problems of late.

I would like to suggest that Islam is not the problem, but there is something more fundamental as a root cause of much of the world’s unhappiness. The very real and very distressing outcome of this problem manifests itself as Muslim violence in many parts of the world. But that is only one part of the problem. The rape of the planet’s resources, the degradation of the environment, the plight of the poor in Haiti, Africa and many parts of Asia, the mind-numbing commercialization of every aspect of our lives, the deterioration of our families, the exploitation of women and children as sexual objects, and the obscene accumulation of wealth by a tiny percentage of the world’s population resulting in the grinding poverty of millions all arise from the same root: a loss of awe and wonder in the majesty of an Almighty God who created the universe by simply speaking it into existence, before whom every creature on earth will one day stand in judgment.

Our view of ourselves has degraded in exact measure as we have degraded God in our thoughts, words and deeds. To the extent that we no longer see ourselves as being made in the image of a holy God, to that same extent we pour scorn our husbands and wives, children and parents, friends and relations. To the extent that we will no longer be ruled by an Almighty God, in that same measure we will not be ruled by any earthly authority, resulting in chaos and anarchy, the breakdown of functioning democracies and the rise of totalitarian regimes. To the extent that we despise God’s moral law, to that same extent do we indulge in our own financial rapaciousness, and wink at those we do likewise in our societies.

To the extent that we scorn at any notion of final judgement, to that same extent do we commit all manner interpersonal atrocities, from the genital mutilation and honour killings of girls and young women in Hindu and Muslim societies to the sodomy of boys in Catholic churches by ordained ministers. To the extent that we do not see ourselves as male and female creations of God, to that very extent does half the world force their women to be covered black canvas bags while the other half forces them to expose themselves indecently at every possible opportunity and venue.

If God walked among us, He would weep. But there’s the rub: He did walk among us, and He did weep. And we have forgotten that essential fact; we will no longer be governed by its truth and its beauty. As a result we have become truly ungovernable. So we thrash about, looking to blame each other for the mess we have made of things, when the solution lies plainly before us. We simply must return to God, before we truly lose all that our civilization has brought us. I think at some fundamental level Muslims understand this better than we in the West do. They are seeking to get right with God in the best way they know how, and they are fighting hard against all the impediments they see in their way. And there is no doubt that the West in all in crass commercialism and godless pursuit of wealth even if it means the destruction of society itself stands in the way.

This is not to say that Islam is right. Clearly as a committed Christian I think they are misguided in some very basic fundamentals, such as the need for forgiveness. To imagine that forgiveness from a holy God is possible by any human action, no matter how well motivated or intended is a notion that either thinks too highly of man or too lowly of God. Jesus said the benchmark for entrance into heaven is “perfection” (Matthew 5:48). The Buddhists seem to understand this better than anyone, including Christians. They teach that our debt of wrong deeds, karma, is so great that it will take us many lifetimes to pay off even the smallest amount. What both faiths seem to recognize at some level and yet what they both lack is a Saviour. Only God can pay the debt we owe. That is why He came to earth. That is why He died.

The West used to know this. They no longer do. That is why the West is in decline. Look at history. God does not favour nations that do not uphold His name. Islam for all its faults is at least trying to recover that ground. Buddhists in Cambodia and Myanmar are beginning to recognize their social responsibility. These faiths are not our enemies; they are our natural allies in the struggle against all that is vile in human nature. So long as Mark Steyn and others counsel the West to fear Muslims, then all the greedy forces of the West will use this fear to maintain their grip on society and drive it further along the road towards its own destruction.

The Hebrew prophets when describing the reason for the destruction of their own people would simply say “There is no fear of God before their eyes.” That is the problem with the present age and the reason for all the woes that have befallen this truly wicked time. Seen in this light the Hindus, the Buddhists and even Islam is not the enemy of mankind; rather it is our own perverse and self-destructive lack of holy fear of all all-righteous and all-powerful God who will one day judge us for how we treat those whom He has made – male and female – in His own image.

However America sees itself today, the global view is much different, and may I suggest a good deal more accurate. I’m sure the view in some quarters on that side of the world is three cheers for democracy, or something like it. On this side of the world it is more like, there goes the (economic) neighbourhood. At least over here we have the Chinese, whose economy shows no sign of cooling, to keep things afloat. You guys in North America aren’t going to be so lucky. Gridlock in Washington is a prelude to economic disaster.

America began its slide with Reagan and his deregulation of the economy from trucking and airlines to Wall Street and the banks. There has not been one good thing to come out of ‘Reaganomics’ unless you are Warren Buffet and have made a gazillion bucks from it. The rest of the country has just gotten poorer. I saw a report on what has happened to the airline industry in America, and I am glad I fly Asian carriers. But what Reagan did to destroy the airline industry is just the tip of the iceburg. The middle class – and by extension that means the Canadian middle class – have been deliberately squeezed into the upper lower class, and the lower class have been squeezed even lower. Every economic indicator of real income among the middle and lower classes shows this trend.

I say that this is deliberate in the sense that democracy springs from the middle class. Eliminate the middle class and the rich don’t have to worry about legislation depriving them of an even more obscene share of the world’s wealth. Meanwhile the squeeze goes on and the poor are going deeper into debt from which the only escape in suicide (read the rates from India, it is shocking). How do the rich get away with this wholesale slaughter of the innocents? By duping good hearted people into thinking this has something to do with preserving religious and civil liberties. Rally round the flag boys, and vote America. The rich laugh at such simple-mindedness.

Some of the rich have enough of a conscience to be embarrassed by this. Warren Buffet is ashamed that the cleaners in his office pay more in taxes than he does and would like to see the tax break for the very very rich eliminated. The very very rich have just bought America’s compliance with their very very slick propaganda and now it will be made permanent. The death of the middle class in America will shortly follow, joined in rapid succession by any pretence of democracy. Perhaps, eventually the Christian church in America will wake up to this fraud, at which point the full weight of the law – now unstoppable, since the middle class has been destroyed – will be brought to bear on their cherished religious freedoms. And Christians, who by and large have bought into the whole greedy fraud, will have been complicit in its demise.

Millions of North Americans are actively voting away their rights with every election, duped by pretty pundits who know which side of the bread their butter is on. I see a new Babylonian captivity for America on the horizon, but my faith is in the Lord, and He has a purpose in allowing America to drive itself eagerly into the hands of its capitalist captors. I will wait and see the hand of the Lord. He is working it out even now in China as that country embraces Christ, even as America abandons its founding principles. That that doesn’t mean I won’t grieve for the loss of a country that once stood for something, and now falls for anything. And Mr. Obama, as good a man as he is, won’t be able to stop America’s self-deluded destruction.

Today we happened upon an amazing display of 22 exquisite Japanese kimonos, each one a work of art. Worn by the Kabuki actors during the early days, these unique kimonos have been preserved by the costumer for the Kabuki stage from 1907 to 1952.
Kabuki, literally means Music (ka), Dance (bu) and Play (ki) and it has many fascinating aspects but what fascinates the audience most has been the actor’s flashy kimono and make-up. This traditional form of Japanese theatre dates back to the sixteenth century when a dancing girl known as “Okuni of Izumo” began performing in the river beds of Kyoto. Kabuki plays are about historical events, moral conflicts and of course, love relationships.

It is really lovely to live in a country were you come across displays such as this in a department store in a mall.

Being a teacher is not for the fainthearted. The hours can be incredibly long, the stress crushing, the endless marking mind-numbing. But every once in while you get a little encouragement. I got this a couple of months ago, and thought I would post it. I hope its author, now at the University of Toronto, won’t mind.

Dear Sir:

I’m leaving for Canada tomorrow, the first of September. Before departing, I’d like to take the opportunity to thank you for everything you have given me. By everything, I mean your guidance, support, dedication and inspiration.

Thank you for guiding me in class, showing me how to behave as a student and a proper citizen of the world, being useful and helpful to society; putting others before myself. It is one of the most useful things that you have equipped me with.

Thank you for your support. I remember the times when you were willing to use up some of your time to spend with me, in hope that I am able to produce a piece of work that lives up to your standard. Yes, you may say that it is part of your duty as a teacher, but because you do it with so much passion and dedication, the support I’ve received from you means so much more.

Thank you for your dedication sir. You’ve always been one of the teachers I look up to, even after leaving your class after my first semester. You are definitely a hardworking teacher, always wanting to go the extra mile, not wanting to stop short of your own expectations. Always being one to make us finish our work on time, just so you can do yours, I really admire that. 🙂

Thank you for being my inspiration. Your commitment to Christ through serving the community in Cambodia along with your wife, is an inspiration to me. I strive to become like you, always willing to serve Christ, and do whatever it takes to be His salt and light. I thank God for bringing you into my life, as it has given me the motivation and impacted me to serve Him well.

Sir, THANK YOU. I wish you all the best in all that you do, be it your career, your relationships with family and friends, as well as your health. I hope to meet you in the future, hoping to make you proud.

Regards,

Every road that’s begun has an ending.
Every season has its share of pain.
We only get love through our giving.
In each loss there is something to gain.

We only die once in a lifetime,
But each life has a hundred small deaths,
When we die to the beauty within us,
And lie with each compromised breath.

The rich die in peace in their mansions,
The poor die in filth in their holes,
But both go to meet their Creator
With only the wealth of their souls.

I swear by the One who has made me
I will not go to death in my sins,
But recognize who came to save me
And offer my life back to Him.

I’ll shoulder my cross and my burden
And walk down the straight narrow road.
I’ll give unto God all the glory,
And treasure the life He’s bestowed.

Steve Wise, Oct 2010

I was chatting to a younger colleague in our new favourite place, an uptairs cafe that makes me a soy latte just the way I like it and plays nice, easy jazz. He was complaining that now that he is thirty he can’t do the things he used to take for granted and he wondered what it was like for an old geezer like me. He was much kinder than that, but that’s the gist of it.

I told him that there are lot of things that I can’t do anymore, but it doesn’t pay to dwell on them. Instead just do the things you can do. Happiness does not consist in not having things that you would like to have, but in liking the things you do have. In other words, being satisfied with what you’ve got.

I am a very fortunate man, and I have a lot. Most of it has taken a great deal of hard work not just to get, but to keep. Some of it – like my salvation – has been totally undeserved grace on the part of Christ Jesus the Lord God of All. I did nothing but accept His offer. Along the way I have taken my share of abuse, from both enemies and friends, and had my share of disappointments and heartaches. I have done some things right, and I have made some mistakes. Nobody gets out of this life unscathed.

But as I enter into my old age – and sixty, while it may not be old, is the beginning of that phase – I’ve got to say that I am pretty comfortable with who I am and where I am in life. It not so much that I have done this or that, but that I have, in all that I have done, sought to live up to, at first, my own standards of what was decent, fair and honourable, and later in life, please God, who is the ultimate authority on those things.

I will not leave this life with many toys. So if that is your measure, then I obviously lose. But I am not going to bring those things with me anyway. All that I get to take is my character. I figure if I live long enough for Christ to have His way with me, then that will be worth taking.



The Moral Values workshop that we spent so much time praying and planning for is now over and it is impossible for me to put my feelings into words. We started out the week getting to know a lovely group of very well educated and committed Cambodians. Their hope was that their minds would be opened up to the impact that moral values have on the health of individuals, families and their country.

Throughout the week we used the illustrations of a dying “Tree of Despair” with evil roots and a flourishing “Tree of Hope” with roots of strong moral values. We stressed the need to dig out these sick roots and plant strong roots of right living and good moral values. Initially their concerns were all about the corruption, poverty, loss of family and cultural values, and their inability to address the despair that they and their families live with. With each new lesson, we saw the excitement grow and the vocabulary change. Rapidly they went from describing the family as a rigid structure with room for nothing but meeting physical needs to an understanding that the home needs to be a place where children learn about love, kindness, respect, forgiveness, faithfulness, responsibility and can develop a strong sense of self and the ability to resist temptation.

Another recurring theme was the process of character development: knowing what is good, desiring what is good, and practicing the good until finally it becomes a habit. Each lesson began with a role play or story, which everyone loved, followed by a set of questions designed to draw out the principles of the lesson. Joseph was such a big hit that Bill had to revise a lesson so that he could finish the story the following day. Small group discussions were then used to bring out the desired understanding and the learners really enjoyed this participatory approach and the respect for their own knowledge.

They told us that these words were not new to them. They had heard them all before, but just had no idea what they meant or how to apply them. Some of the concepts really challenged the way the Cambodian society functions. In one session we used the story of the woman caught in adultery and created a real stir when we suggested that the man involved may have in some way been at fault. The concept that children are entitled to be respected by adults was also pretty new. At the end of each session the participants wrote a personal application in a journal- one thing that they intended to change in their own life or family.

During the wrap up session the Executive Director challenged the staff to apply this to their own lives, begin to spread it to others in the workplace and integrate these lessons into the training for Volunteers and Peer Educators. With over 750 staff and 20,000 volunteers that is a huge task, but Dr. Vathiny said “we can do this now because we have a Tree of Hope”. One of her final comments was that Christianity is very rational and makes a lot of sense. Our prayer is that she and many others will continue to search for this hope. Thank you so much for your prayers for us this week. It has been an amazing journey.


Day Three was another incredible day; almost overwhelming at times. These are amazing people, but it is unbelievable the gaps in their culture and their understanding of things. They seem to be happy to be exploring new ideas even though every new topic gets deeper and raises more questions in their minds.  With each lesson it is evident that they are learning so much and it is so fun to  see their joy when a new concept becomes clear.

We are getting to the site by 7:30 and not getting back to my room until almost 9 each night so it is exhausting. My first facilitation went really well and I have my second tomorrow. Please continue to pray; teaching is not something that comes naturally to me.  The hotel is a lovely building but the air quality is very poor with a strong smell of mold and everyone is getting sick.  Bill had to cash it in by noon as he had a very high temperature.

I had a meeting a 6:45 this morning with Bernard – the guy from Holland who is responsible for our funding for the proposal that I have been frantically working on for months. He mentioned quite causally that the money for the project has in fact been approved and is available. He was a little surprised to hear that that was news to us.

TWR Cary is upgrading their server and I can’t access my twr mail, which is frustrating!  This did shorten my day somewhat as I was unable to finalize a meeting for this evening.  I am just now watching the miners being rescued in Chile, and it is awesome.