Precious in His Sight
(Note to Reader: This is another in our series of “River Crossings” blogs, written while we were in Thailand (2009-2011). Enjoy!) I met a couple of interesting people this week. The first one had just had her very first ride in an air-conditioned bus in order to come and speak to a group of us ladies in Bangkok. Speaking through an interpreter, she introduced herself as ‘Mam’. She’s a second-year seminary student at a mission school in northern Thailand. She’s about four and a half feet tall, 90 pounds soaking wet, with long dark hair and a beautiful smile. She comes from a hill tribe called “H’Tin” and there are a very few of them, scattered through Laos, Thailand and Burma. She has a proper Thai name for the registry, as well as her H’Tin one, but either are probably 14 or 15 letters long, so even her family calls her ‘Mam” She began by telling us of her life in a refugee camp where she was born. I’m not sure we westerners can really appreciate how terribly desperate a displaced...