Thailand part 2

It's been awhile haha. Part 2 of Thailand mission trip!


If I remember correctly, the day after the first miracle rally was a Sunday. The team was split into many groups to speak to different churches all over town. Each group had at least one person sharing a testimony, and another one preaching. Anyway, the day before, one of my senior pastors asked me to share a testimony to one of the churches. Oh snap..Didn't see that coming..Better prepare!

Lo and behold I wrote. Or tried at least. Not easy!

Anyway, come Sunday morning, I was informed that my group members changed. Initially, the senior pastor of a church from Philippines was supposed to go with me. Then, they changed it with a husband and wife from my church. Got more nervous cause I admit, I doubted their spiritual strength. And looking back, how foolish of me!

So, I've got my testimony written on a paper stuffed in my pocket, and I'm silently sitting in the van on the way to the church. I'm praying all by myself. Nervous of course.
The couple suddenly turned around and asked whether they could pray for me. Naturally, I obliged.
After their prayer I could feel this burden lifted off of me. I was not as nervous as before. Shows how God can use normal people in missions.

Couldn't remember what time was it when we reached the church. The place wasn't exactly what I expected it to be. It's actually a school that's for Myanmar refugees. They're not officially a school, so they're not government supported but I believe they have financial backing from people. The place was pretty run down.
I don't even remember whether the classes had fans. The premise had living quarters for workers and also most of the students who stayed there. The Pastor showed us around the area, and I have to say, I am really blessed here in Malaysia.

Church service was held in a small hall which kicked off with simple worship in Thai and then.....testimony time... God, took over. I didn't refer to my notes at all. I just shared what I thought would be relevant to the youth (70% of the congregation were the students of the school).

Next, the wife shared a testimony about her relationship with her earthly father, and how the heavenly Father salvaged her relationship with her earthly father. Then, the husband preached...I can't remember what he preached about haha.

Anyway, fast forward about 45 minutes and the pastor opened the altar for prayer. Only then, was I informed that I was to lay hands on them. Stress? YES.

But yet again, God took over. The three of us laid hands on them and some were even reduced to tears. Dang, God is powerful.

After the service, they had a birthday celebration. And it was truly joyful to see how all of the youths were one big family. They have a custom where the birthday girl/boy has to feed cake to all the guests. Us 3 included lol. It was weird....But I could somehow feel the brotherly/sisterly love.



And that's that for the Sunday service. I regret not taking pictures at all zzzz.
I don't have much time right now...will blog about a part 3 soon!

Till then, here's a song!
Elenowen - Cripple Me

Please, please, please, please cripple me.
So I cannot keep running away,
From you.

So many feels....*Sniff sniff*

Thailand part 1

The time on the clock is 3:04 am.
I'm currently waiting for my football match to start. I've got nothing to do now so I'll blog about my experience in late 2011, going to Thailand for mission trip.



A group of around 30 of us went to a small town near the border of Myanmar called Mae Sot.
I was crazy excited for this. My first mission trip! I could sense that God had something special in store for the people of Mae Sot.

We reached Thailand in the night, then took a bus all the way to Mae Sot. Arrived there around 6+, checked into our hotel, and prepared for handbill distribution!
The Thai pastor got us to rehearse a few Thai sentences which translated to "Miracle rally! Come join us!".
Not easy. Harder than tongue twisters.

So off we went into the town area. We split into 2 groups, and then split into pairs. I was paired with a guy called Kenneth. He's an alumni of School of Acts, class 2011. He taught me how to communicate with the Thai's without words but with actions. Again, not easy..Soon we were done and back to the hotel we went.
Later that night, we had a training session for the volunteers which was very...boring. Haha.

Can't remember everything that happened cause I have a bad memory haha. So I'll just skip to the meaningful parts. (Meaningful for ME.)

Miracle rally night 1! We had a 30 minute-ish journey to some hillside. This area of Mae Sot is mostly occupied by a certain ethnic tribe..can't remember the name...Anyway it was crazy cold and windy. Possibly 15 degrees celcius. The team had to arrive early for a short briefing. Most of us were assigned to be ushers while some were doing video. The teamwork between us was crazy. I was amazed. We barely knew each other but we somehow managed to work together so neatly. Soon, Pastor Raymond was on stage giving his signature Miracle Rally message.

The set-up for the first night.

Fast forward about half an hour, Pastor gives the signal and we start ushering the sick to the front. I saw people lying on mats, sitting on wheelchairs. I saw the blind, the mute, the sick. I felt sad.
Yet excited at the same time! Cause Pastor was about to say the miracle prayer, and I knew that God was gonna do something!

After Pastor said the prayer, the team were already told beforehand that we are to look for people who were healed, and bring them to the stage. We were also told that if a certain person is not healed, you are to pray for that person! Man. Testing of my faith.

I tried my best to avoid praying for anyone, but I had to. It felt like my responsibility.
So I did. There was this boy who couldn't walk properly. I'm not sure what caused it. I prayed as hard as I could. Alas, nothing happened. Two seniors took over and prayed. I was dejected.

Then I was reminded about a friend. He too went for a mission trip, prayed for healing but nothing happened. Night after night.
He went back to the hotel room, and complained to God. "Why? Why aren't you using me?"
Then God's word hit him. "Why are you doing what you're doing? Is it so that you can have the pride of healing someone?"

I felt like God asked me the same question. I said a short prayer to God, asking Him to rid me of my own personal agenda. I want to glorify Him and Him alone. So I went to another person and prayed. Nothing happened. Then to another person. And another person. And on and on. Nothing.
But I didn't feel sad. I don't know why. I guess that was the Holy Spirit guarding my heart.

Though I did not have healing occur right before me, healing definitely took place across the field.


The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached to the poor.
Matthew 11:5

That exact same thing happened. No dead were raised mind you. But there were healings of all kinds. And most importantly, healing of the spirit. Many, many souls accepted Jesus into their hearts. It was a good night. Tiring. But good.


I will blog about part 2 soon. Till then, here's a song..
Hillsong - Grace Abounds

All powerful, all glorious.

There's nothing like the name of Jesus.

I will spew you out!

So, because you are lukewarm and neither hot or cold, I will spew you out of My mouth!
Revelations 3:16



Wow.

What does it mean to be hot? To be on fire for God? Is serving in church enough? Or must I start sharing God with others?

Admittedly, not many would think that I'm a Christian from the outside. My friend today said I have a smokers face....

It's not easy to share my faith with friends. I guess it's because I don't want to lose them. I don't want them to start judging me. 


Dear God, give me courage. Give me strength to overcome.

I fall to my knees.
Draw me closer.