So I won't lie, I have been surprised at how little I seemed to be affected by the poverty around me.
But today, I figured things out a bit. It was a day filled with ackwardness, shame, humility, hilarity, and absolute joy. What a combo.

It was really hard. Why?
1) It looks bad to see foreign women with rich Khmer men. It kind implies we're using them for their money. In... questionable ways.
2) How could I possibly ignore the incredibly poverty around me and enjoy the rich life in Cambodia? Or anywhere? I almost cried in the vehicle at the thought.
You see, it's not that I have not been affected by the poverty. I have been aware of i
t all along, and my response has been to view each person as equal in worth and value. So being in a position where I was appearing like an ignorant North American... it was painful. I'm not opposed to riches entirely (obviously), but I am opposed to the rich forgetting that there are those who have little to nothing, and their blessing could bless others as well.



Sigh.
But then tonight redeemed it all. We went to Brianna's Cambodian family's home for dinner. It was just a wonderful time of joy, laughter, westerner mockery (in a delightful way), pictures, and fun. Their hospitality astounds me, and fills me with a desire to always seek to offer that to others.
"Do not think of yourself more highly than you oughts, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you". (Romans 12:3)
Over and out.
1 comments:
I think that no matter where we are there will be that gap between the rich and the poor, and it'll be a struggle to find a place of belonging. Being uncomfortable (or too comfortable) can teach us a lot! Thanks for keeping us updated! Love you.
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