The Serious Part
This trip actually bothered me a lot, it did not really set me off to be more active and extend more help to 'needy countries'. Unlike some people who are inspired and strive to participate more actively, I feel that the only way these countries can progress, is to remove excess politcal and historical baggage and step forward on their own, as one. I feel that a divided country, unstable and unable to see beyond personal ambitions, sunk deeply in graft and corruption, would never be able to shake off the chains of poverty. In the meantime, I feel that the presence of Non-Government Organisations (NGOs) and volunteer groups complicate matters, although no one can deny that they do make a difference to people's life whom they serve.
I wonder if I had the chance to go back to Prey Veng. But on second thoughts, I might not want to. What if things did not turn out better as it should? What if the petty squabble between the school principal and the village chief affected the proper running of the school? Would the villagers be reliant on NGO's help and not able to progress on their own? I am afraid that politcal manoveurs will close the school down or 'redirect' it for other uses. Who knows ... the construction never finished after all; the building we saw was just a fiasco for us to see for ourselves our contributions but the rest of the money had been siphoned off by the contractor. If there's one reason for me to go back, it is for me to go see how Pierre and little Ni have grown since the day we left, and if their sister has really turned beautiful as we previously predicted.
This picture was taken when I was on the minibus on our way out of the province. It is very common to have 3 persons on a kupkia bike over in Cambodia, city and village alike. But this is the one and only time I ever saw someone on a drip transported like that; one to ride the bike, the patient in the middle, and someone to hold up the drip stand at the back. Quite a stunt to see. And only in Cambodia did I ever put my 2B license to good use, with Feng and Hailiang as my pillion to the local market.
I also wondered how Jesus had felt when He was on earth, trying to help the poor, sick and hungry.
That itself served no purpose except to make me see how much He loved his people. Because as we were giving out the old clothes we collected for Prey Veng, I realised that as we try to be fair and give to everybody, there was a few of the villagers who were greedy for more. They wanted more for themselves and since we gave priority to kids without clothes, they got their kids to get one set of clothes, take them off, and try to get another set from us. I didn't really want to give them the clothes. I was thinking Jesus must have met the same scenario; people not contented with what they have been given, and want more, more than what grace had in stall for them. But Jesus didn't say no, you've had your fill, give others a chance. Well, He has unbounded love and grace, He must have seen it from a different light. Jesus has endless to give, for those who want it from Him. I only had so much, and I was trying to be fair. So my conclusion is, if you want to be fair, you have to be God Himself, and Jesus really loves His people.
I wonder if I had the chance to go back to Prey Veng. But on second thoughts, I might not want to. What if things did not turn out better as it should? What if the petty squabble between the school principal and the village chief affected the proper running of the school? Would the villagers be reliant on NGO's help and not able to progress on their own? I am afraid that politcal manoveurs will close the school down or 'redirect' it for other uses. Who knows ... the construction never finished after all; the building we saw was just a fiasco for us to see for ourselves our contributions but the rest of the money had been siphoned off by the contractor. If there's one reason for me to go back, it is for me to go see how Pierre and little Ni have grown since the day we left, and if their sister has really turned beautiful as we previously predicted.
This picture was taken when I was on the minibus on our way out of the province. It is very common to have 3 persons on a kupkia bike over in Cambodia, city and village alike. But this is the one and only time I ever saw someone on a drip transported like that; one to ride the bike, the patient in the middle, and someone to hold up the drip stand at the back. Quite a stunt to see. And only in Cambodia did I ever put my 2B license to good use, with Feng and Hailiang as my pillion to the local market.I also wondered how Jesus had felt when He was on earth, trying to help the poor, sick and hungry.
That itself served no purpose except to make me see how much He loved his people. Because as we were giving out the old clothes we collected for Prey Veng, I realised that as we try to be fair and give to everybody, there was a few of the villagers who were greedy for more. They wanted more for themselves and since we gave priority to kids without clothes, they got their kids to get one set of clothes, take them off, and try to get another set from us. I didn't really want to give them the clothes. I was thinking Jesus must have met the same scenario; people not contented with what they have been given, and want more, more than what grace had in stall for them. But Jesus didn't say no, you've had your fill, give others a chance. Well, He has unbounded love and grace, He must have seen it from a different light. Jesus has endless to give, for those who want it from Him. I only had so much, and I was trying to be fair. So my conclusion is, if you want to be fair, you have to be God Himself, and Jesus really loves His people.
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