The other night there was a woman walking naked in the street. Lily and I went back to find her after we gathered some clothes, a poncho, and some granola bars. When we found her, we started talking to her in Khmer. Saying we had clothes to give to her.
She had this look of fear in her eyes and she ran away from us.
It killed me. How do you help someone who is afraid of you? What would Jesus have done? Does he chase after her on foot, still extending an armful of clothes to her? Does he go back home after shrugging his shoulders and say “well, we tried”?
I don’t know.
There were three kids at the temples who tried to sell us stuff as we ate lunch. Two were 8 or 9 years old. One was 12 or so. Mentally disabled. Mute. The two younger ones told us how they cannot go home until their product is sold; that they cannot eat until they go home.
We gave them food. Encouraged them to eat. The mute boy ate, smiled, laughed at so much rice.
Their boss rode up on a bike and waited nearby. We bought some stuff, he rode away. One of our girls who worked in Thailand selling flowers looked at me and said, “I don’t want to leave.”
“Neither do I.”
But we had to leave. What can we do? What would Jesus have done? Stayed there all day protecting them? Bought all their product so they could go home? Confronted the man on the bike? Shrugged his shoulders, said “well, we did what we could,” and then get back in the truck?
What do you do when you see such poverty all around? What can be done?
I don’t know.
I’ve started keeping spare clothes in my moto seat in case I see anyone naked or cold again. Some granola bars too.
But it all feels so… inadequate.
Why can’t I do more? What can’t we just take home all the homeless babies who’s mommies and daddies beat them, work them, sell them? Why can’t I just scoop them up in my arms and wipe their dirty faces with my clean shirt, speak loving words in their ears that they would understand?
It’s so much. It’s all so much.
What hope is there for this nation other than a cultural, spiritual upheaval? An upheaval so big, so effective that it could only be from the Church. From Jesus himself.
Pray for him to have his way here. Pray for him to send his spirit to flood this nation. Pray for Christ to come back.
Just pray for Cambodia.