I have just returned from my first visit to Cambodia, making it now fifty three countries I have had the privilege of ministering in. Cambodia is a very poor country just rising from the ashes of its horrific past. It was very hot day and night; even the cold water tap used to improvise as a shower the water came out really warm. I stayed in a room in the church for most of the ten days with just a fan to circulate the hot air, a mattress on the floor to sleep on and a very low ceiling beam just at forehead height. But that all paled into the distance because of what God did.
First was a children’s day in my host church in the capitol Phnom Penh with sixty children from that church and some brought in from their several outreach centres. We had three sessions and during the day almost all responded for repentance and salvation, three quarters to be filled and only the youngest ones didn’t speak in tongues. I was told by the pastor there when I met him briefly last year that he had not heard of children speaking in tongues in Cambodia, so God did a new thing.
God gave me a prophetic word for four children and after I had shared their faces showed such excitement. Some of those same children I was able to follow up on the next day when I taught in one of the outreach centre Sunday Schools.
The next three days I was in a village an hour away from the city, among very poor simple living people. There it was hot, I have no idea what the temperature was but I do know that as soon as you moved away from the sphere of the fan you began to literally melt.
Each morning I took chapel for young children in a Christian school and the afternoons did seminars for the head and teachers of the school. They had a real burden to see the children of the village saved and moving in God but had no idea how to lead the children into that. The adults are hard to reach as they are bound up by Buddhism or more commonly today the after effects of the genocide they suffered under the Khmer Rouge. But have not passed this too much onto their children as they refuse to talk about it to anyone so the children are open.
The teachers lapped up the teaching and were disappointed when the last day was finished. They are desperate for me to go back next year and take over their usual afternoon school of children aged seven to twelve and give them a practical demonstration. Also the headmistress has an after school English class for local children aged nine to thirteen and she wants me to take that over and do my teaching there too and lead them in. I have it in my mind that this second class they help me so that they get hands on experience as well as the demonstration.
I returned to Phnom Penh to some exciting news. Because of the Children’s Day, a lady who attended and seeing what God did was spoken to by God to teach the children in one of the outreach centre’s which was in need. Also the lady leading the children’s work in the centre I went too said the attendance in Sunday school has doubled from thirty to sixty now. The children were so excited about what God did in them they have gone out and brought their friends in.
Most of the rest of my time was spent doing introductory work with children and leaders seminars to open doors for the future. I was also taken to the genocide museum to help to understand the Cambodian people more and that has left a deep mark in me. One can only describe it as the hell those people of all ages went through; they so desperately need Jesus the healer of the heart, mind and soul.