Once upon a time there was a young man named Sun Tak and a young woman named Nonni. They fell in love and eventually married. Each had their own dreams of what the future might hold for them. Together they longed for and talked about having a child whom they could eventually hold close to their hearts sowing the future of their family into. The man of course longed for a boy with whom he would play sports and teach his life skills to, who in the course of time would eventually take over the family business.
The woman similarly longed for a girl she could dress in pretty dresses, brush her hair and style it. She dreamed of cooking with her future daughter and imagined that during the daily chores there would be chatter and laughter held together with the bond of love.
One day the happy event took place and the woman conceived the longed-for child. As the months progressed the woman sang soft love songs to her unborn child, and the man would come and caress the stomach and speak to his unborn child. They both knew that the child in the womb could hear sounds even if muffled and feel if it was loved and wanted or unwanted. Both Sun Tak and Nonni were very happy during this gestation period as they built their home and their dreams for the future. The birth went according to plan, no complications there and at the end Sun Tak and Nonni held a beautiful girl in their arms. Great was their joy and their families rejoiced with them.
One year later another child was born and this time it was a boy. Can you imagine the joy felt by Sun Tak as he held his son in his arms and the joy Nonni felt and she tenderly breast fed her son, HER SON! How good that sounded to her ears and her heart! Now they were complete, a boy and girl and if God blessed them there would be more to come in the future.
However, life does not always turn out as we hoped or expected it would. Many twists and turns arise to keep us on our toes and challenge us. Now a huge problem presented itself to this perfect little family. The government turned to civil war to overthrow the public unrest regarding certain laws of the land that were being made. Rumors of shootings and torture abounded, some people simply disappeared. It was unimaginable what was going on in their country. No one seemed to know what to do for the best.
The day came when soldiers came to Sun Tak and Nonni’s village and simply set fire to their homes with all their hard earned and treasured possessions inside. The soldiers fired shots to intimidate the villagers to do what they wanted. They made men dig a huge pit in the village square center, when it was finished they forced them at machine gun point to kneel down with their faces towards the hole they had just dug. This enabled the soldiers to be able to walk along the line and shoot them mechanically without feeling in the back of head.
Next they lined up the women and shot them the same way pushing their bodies into the pit on top of the men whose bodies were still warm having been just shot. It was all so cold and unceremonious, such an ignominious end to a life well spent, an unmarked mass grave. Some of the children watched in horror with silent tears streaming down their faces afraid to make any sound. Others had run off to the forest to hide. No one knew what to expect next. The children who stood silently watching the shootings were gathered up by the soldiers and taken away as slaves never to be heard of again. It did not bear thinking about what might happen to them. The ones in the forest survived for a while eating leaves and roots, eventually hunger drove them them to steal food to survive.
Inside their soul’s fear lurked, never very far away. Fear always cripples the person inside no matter how young they are, or how little or how much they have personally seen or tasted of evil. Fear belittles, subdues and hides, it is a silent killer of relationships and a healthy life. Fear shrinks lives and destroys them. It had certainly worked it’s evil spell on these young lives.
One day a man whose heart was big with the love of God named Mr. Chan Song came to the village and started building a house for the orphaned children to live in. He did not have much to use except his big heart and his love for the children that God had given him. God had given Mr. Chan Song the job of taking over the care and upbringing of these children from families like Sun Tak and Nonni who were now gone. With God’s help Mr. Chang Song would try and fulfill the dreams the villagers had for their children. Of course, it would never be quite the same, but it saved the children from ruin and death giving them hope for a future.
Slowly word got out about what the man was doing, People started giving him bits of wood and bags of cement, nails, bedding, food and help with the building.
As word spread the children came to look at the building, timid at first, but as Mr. Chang Song saw them he made a special effort to talk with them and assure them of his good intentions towards them. Slowly the children moved into the home made specially for them until there were nine of them both boys and girls. Mr. Chan Song fed and clothed them providing the comforts of a home environment for them. He also started educating them for he was a big believer in God, the greatest source of knowledge ever and in getting wisdom as King Solomon used to advocate. He realized two things in life were very foundational for the well being of the soul. Firstly, a new heart, born again by the love of God, an antidote to fear and secondly, an education which would help you make wise decisions that would affect your life and that of others. It would also pave the way for a job in the future with which to support not only yourself but the families they would in turn have one day.
Things were going along well, sparse, but good as long as one was creative to make ends meet, but generally speaking things looked bright. Then one morning the storms came as they usually did at this time of the year for it was the Monsoon season, but somehow, they seemed heavier than ever this year. Early one morning after the heavy night rains people started running and shouting and mayhem seemed to explode everywhere. A river of water with rocks, trees and garbage in it was making its way fast down the drive to the house. There was not enough time to save anything, only their lives as they climbed onto the roof top of the house built for them. Yet again the children were traumatized from events beyond their control, even as Mr. Chang Song was doing all in his power to help keep things calm. He and the children prayed and prayed for help. Indeed, their very lives were saved, but now how in the world were they going to rebuild what was lost in moment of time. All their hard work gone!
Well, dear readers that’s where you come in. Remember your hopes and dreams of a family and try to imagine what it would be like to have that all ripped away from you. What would you want to happen to your children? I know you would want someone with a godly kind heart to take care of them. To give them hope and a future.
Here’s the real rub.
Although the names are fictional and so is the story; something very similar and very real happened in Burma, now Mayan Mar not so long ago with a real life hero and lover of God who has built an orphanage for the many parentless children there. Recently there were real floods that have caused much damage to the orphanage. They are desperately in need of your help and financial support. Apostle and Commander of Kingdom League International has put out a plea for help, they personally know the hero whose real name Mr. Kawl and the validity of his ministry.
I am asking you to join with Commander Tim and Brenda Taylor and Kingdom League International to help support the real hero of the story Mr. Kawl to rebuild the flooded-out home and start over again for the sake of the children.
There are also many more children waiting in the pipeline for a place like this to take them in. Would you please pray and seek God for an amount to give or make regular commitment to? Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Remember to be thankful for all you do have, but don’t forget those children. God bless you.
I will let Apostle and Commander Taylor put his own bit in below.
Pamela J Smith