Helping Hands and Feet

On Friday I walked down to Central World at Chidlom. This is where the concentration of red shirts were protesting, it is also where they set fire to Bangkok's largest mall. As I walked down the streets I could smell the burnt residue of the burning tires and buildings. The ash was kicked up as I scanned the streets, creating a layer of black on my shoes and legs. There were points were I had to hold my breath because the smell was to much to take in. Everywhere there were peoples clothes, shoes, trash, and debris that was left behind. Guards and military wearily moved through the piles trying to find left over weapons. I began praying, interceding, pleading with God to heal this land! Bring this nation to His feet! Wrap them in His everlasting embrace! I arrived at the mall that was set on fire. Media was everywhere and the structure was still smoldering, firetrucks were spraying gallons of water to subdue the smoke. I looked around and was speechless, bullet holes in the windows, graffiti on the walls and memorial sites lined the perimeter. How did this happen? How did we get here? When will it be back to normal?

Sunday was a complete 180 from Friday, instead of sorrow and hopelessness lining the streets there were brooms and trash bags, held by people who want to see their country back to smiling. No longer was there a stench of rotting food and soiled clothing but of clean air and streets. I loved working alongside the people of Bangkok, helping to clean a place that I have called home for the past 5 months. Language was not a barrier when your common goal is to bring back to life a place that has been dead for too long.

I came to Thailand to minister to the Thais, to show them Christ, to be His hands and feet. I put those hands and feet to use the other day and showed Christ in the simplest form, helping.