Pattaya Praise Kick-Off!

My heart is so full right now that words eek out slowly. I’m in awe of what God is doing right now in the lives of my friends here, but more on that later. For now, because it’s really late at night here, just pray! Today was the start of this year’s Pattaya Praise, an annual four-day worship event where people from all over converge on Pattaya to exalt Jesus. This year is my first year to attend, so I’m really excited. I already feel God moving in the worship and praise, bringing freedom to my heart and to those around me. We are going to be in two primary locations: Balli High Pier and City Hall! We’ll also be doing a parade along Beach Road. Please join with us in praying that God’s presence invades this city and the government of our province (ChonBuri) is impacted by His everlasting love!

Thanks for joining with us!

Sisters

On a small side soi in what was most likely once massage school is a haven for a group of young “gals” who call each other “my sister.” Though not related by blood, these “gals” all share pieces of their histories, of their dreams, and of their lives simply because they are transgendered. They are fiercely loyal to each other and the bond they share is, for many, much deeper than the bond they share with their own families. And having heard just a few stories of ladyboys in Thailand, I understand why. I had the privilege the other day of sitting under the awning of Sisters Counseling Center and snacking on sunflower seeds with a few of them while just watching them interact and chatting as some of them began warming up. A few left shortly after we came to go play volleyball. A couple of others sat around a sink on the first floor of the four floor building prepping to dye each others hair.

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Commericals: The Value of Life

Here are some pretty amazing commercials about the value of life, love and family:

As I watched these, I was very touched by the importance of living life fully. Imagine if we all lived like Mae Toi and lived not like the cup was half-empty but full. Imagine if we lived willing to love fully for 60 days like the man who decided to marry his dying sweetheart. Imagine if we all lived with a full understanding that we were Sons or Daughters of God – so much more valuable than knowing one’s earthly father was able to embrace him or her once before passing. Imagine if we stopped imagining and started living in this way. What would happen?

Standing Between the Porch and the Altar

intercede |ˌintərˈsēd| [ intrans. ]
verb
intervene on behalf of another : I begged him to intercede for Theresa, but he never did a thing.

intercede
verb
a third party was called in to intercede
mediate, intermediate, arbitrate, conciliate, negotiate, moderate; intervene, interpose, step in, act; plead, petition, advocate.

intercession |ˌintərˈse sh ən| noun
the action of intervening on behalf of another : through the intercession of friends, I was able to obtain her a sinecure.
• the action of saying a prayer on behalf of another person : prayers of intercession.
-New Oxford American Dictionary and Oxford American Writer’s Thesaurus

Like many Christians, my definition of “intercede” and “intercession” are based mostly on the action of praying on behalf of someone else. But lately, I’ve been challenged by these other definitions. It wasn’t so much that my heart was challenged through reading a dictionary definition, though, so let me explain.
A couple of weeks ago a visiting team from Ireland did drum watches around Pattaya.

drum watch |drəm wä ch| noun
a period of vigil during which persons gather in a drum circle for prayer, worship and intercession, usually for two hours.

Call it what you will. A drum watch, a prayer meeting, an intercession set, Midnight Oil, a prayer walk or whatever, really, the concept isn’t anything new. Nor is taking it to the roof of a building overlooking one of the worst streets in the city. Or going for a prayer tour of the city via boat or other means of transportation. Or taking it to a beach that my Thai teacher calls “The Coconut Bar” and inviting bar girls to come and join the “concert.” Ok, so maybe that last part is a bit more out there, but you get the idea. Our acts of intercession are generally regulated to the realm of prayer and while we sometimes invite unbelievers to our gatherings or meet in unconventional places or choose to walk in a prayerful manner that’s about as “out there” as we get. (I’m choosing for this moment to not address prophetic acts, decrees and sounds that we make in the place of prayer. Such things have been discussed at great length by those with more wisdom than I.)
Christians who feel a call to prayer and intercession and devote their lives to it are often questioned saying, “What do you do?” The church is beginning to come to a very basic understanding of the importance of intercession to change the tide, to turn a nation to God, to draw people to repentance. And I’m not denying that or trying to take away from the importance of that at all… Obviously, God calls us to cry out to Him on behalf of others.
What I am wondering is this: Is prayer and intercession more than what we think? Is it more than time spent in the prayer room? Is it more than talking to God, travail, and declarations and all the rest that we associate with prayer?
Maybe a little Hebrew/Greek lesson will help clarify what I mean:

paga` (Strong’s 6293) verb
to encounter, meet, reach, entreat, make intercession, to meet, light upon, join, to meet (of kindness), to encounter, fall upon (of hostility), to encounter, entreat (of request), to strike, touch (of boundary), to cause to light upon, to cause to entreat, to make entreaty, interpose, to make attack, to reach the mark
ORIGIN Hebrew

entygchanō (Strong’s 1793) verb
1) to light upon a person or a thing, fall in with, hit upon, a person or a thing
2) to go to or meet a person, esp. for the purpose of conversation, consultation, or supplication
3) to pray, entreat
4) make intercession for any one
ORIGIN Greek

Maybe I’m hitting crazy here, but it seems to me that the English and Biblical origins of the word for intercession all indicate action that takes place beyond the place of prayer as we have defined it. Yes, we can take a very biblical approach and say that all of these things do happen in the place of communing with and petitioning our Great Intercessor. God desires that we enter into the fellowship of intercession. But wasn’t His greatest act as our intercessor when He hung between heaven and earth? Isaiah 53:12 reads:

Therefore I will give him a portion among the great, and he will divide the spoils with the strong, because he poured out his life unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors. For he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

For the longest time, I have thought that His intercession was made after He ascended to the Father. I believe this is true. But I also believe that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. If He is now the Great Intercessor who ever lives to make intercession for us, wouldn’t it make sense that all of His humanity was built on acts of intercession? What if coming through a virgin birth and being born into a world that disregarded Him was intercession? What if astounding the teachers of the law by instructing in the way of love was intercession? What if being rejected and despised by men, associating with tax collectors and sinners, and raising the standard of holiness was intercession? And what if bearing the sins of us all was His greatest act of intercession for us? I want to argue that He came to mediate, intermediate, arbitrate, conciliate, negotiate, moderate; intervene, interpose, step in, act, plead, petition, and advocate. With us. Yes, he stands before God the Father and makes intercession for us. But He came to stand before us, intervening on behalf of a lovesick Father who was longing for His children.

I fully believe that God intends that His church be a house of prayer and that place requires that we stand before God, intervening on behalf of mankind. Maybe it’s just me, but perhaps being a house of prayer is more than having rooms set aside for prayer and worship 24/7 (though I’m not discrediting that expression of a house of prayer). Perhaps a house of prayer is more than prayer caves (though I’m not discrediting that expression of a house of prayer). Perhaps it is more about building a lifestyle of prayer, of being wont to make intercession everywhere. And maybe, just maybe prayer and intercession is not just asking God to intervene… maybe it is us intervening as He leads. Maybe intercession is us reaching out to the broken, the lost, the destitute, the ones who bear labels instead of identities. Maybe it is us living an offensive  lifestyle.
The challenge that was presented through this team coming to Pattaya was, “What does it look like to live as the chaplaincy for a street? For a city?” Or to use biblical terms, “What does it look like to live as a king and a priest for a city?” And the unstated question was, “Can that be separated from being a house of prayer?” I’m beginning to believe that intercessors are ones who love not our lives to the death, just as the Great Intercessor did not love His life to the death.
If I am off my rocker, I welcome you to tell me. These are all just the musings of an intercessor beginning to wonder, just what it means to stand between the porch and the altar.

Inspirational Commercials…

It’s time for another round of entertainment, Thai style.  So here are a few inspirational Thai commercials:

First, here’s the Thai way of inspiring you to exercise:

Next, the Thai way of inspiring you to take good care of your skin:

And finally, what I would consider to be truly inspirational…

You can shine. Jing jing. (Really.)

Despite my faith…

I really don’t like healing outreaches. I thought to myself while I was walking to the beach with a group of about six other Christians from Operation Extreme Love carrying a sign proclaiming “Free Healing.”

This really isn’t my thing. What if people don’t get healed? Jesus, you’d better show up!

A curious bar girl stopped us while we were walking. “Can you pray for my broken heart?” she asked. We did. I’m not sure what happened.

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Tirak

Orange.

The color filled my vision when I first closed my eyes to pray before making some prophetic jewelry. I wrote it down… then more whispers came from the Lover of these Souls.

Beloved. Fire. Revelation.

Simple. So simple. A few more words came as well, in a jumble of sorts. I selected some beads, deciding as I did to put the word “tirak,” the Thai word for “beloved,” with some orange beads. I settled down with some friends from Extreme Prophetic’s Operation Extreme Love school to string the beads.

Later that night, I went out with some friends to give out the prophetic jewelry we had made. We had a few encounters, and then I was drawn to this ladyboy dressed in orange. Knowing the gift opens the way for the giver, I approached her and offered her the bracelet. At first, she thought that I wanted to sell the bracelet to her. When we told her it was just to bless her because God loved her, she began to listen. She asked what we wanted. I told her I just wanted to bless her. I asked her how we could pray for her to bless her and she said she wanted a good journey. So I asked what her dream was. A boyfriend, she replied. I told her that I felt she wanted a boyfriend because she had a deep hunger for love because she hadn’t always been loved well. She said yes, no one had ever loved her. I told her that God has always loved her and would love her until the day the world ends and beyond. I said that God was calling her beloved. That He loved her so much that He knew she would be wearing orange that night. And He just wanted her to know His love. I told her I would pray for her to have a good journey in life, but I also wanted to pray that God would show her His love. She said we could. And so we prayed. And God showed up. And she felt loved. Perhaps for the first time in her life.

And she said wanted to know this God who loved her. I was shocked. It was so simple. But she became a child of the Lover of her soul.

Freedom

She came flying out of the bar in a flash so quick I was confident a bar girl had decided to up her attempts. Then the streak of blue landed and I looked into familiar eyes. The joy of seeing her quickly faded as I realized she had not come to see a friend at this bar… it was her new job. A deep part of me ached. Her children were at home in Isaan with her family who had encouraged her to return to her brokenness. And she had returned, alone, to seek a man and riches in a city that’s glittering lights offer false hope of such dreams becoming a reality. The freedom once within her grasp through a fresh start once offered through the loving care of a Christian organization seemed now to lie firmly in her past. She was moving forward now… back into a cage when she once was a bird set free.

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

– “I know why the caged bird sings”   Maya Angelou