Breakfast
The area director for our mission took the adults out for breakfast. It was a true Khmer breakfast. The best way to describe it was pork soup with angel hair pasta (noodles) as the primary ingredient. Eaten with chopsticks. It was actually ok, although I'll take the corn flakes that we've been having.
The director talked about the mission here and in Cambodia in general. During the Khmer Rouge, 90% of the church was martyred. At the end of their reign, only 2,000 Christians remained. Today, the church has about 200,000. They have a plan, which is actually pretty realistic, to have a church in every village by 2021.
Interestingly enough, many of the strongest pastors/leaders are former Khmer Rouge. During the end of the days of the Khmer Rouge, there were many refugee camps along the border, divided up by political allegiance to prevent fighting inside the camps. One camp was predominantly Khmer Rouge and no international group would go there and work with them. The C&MA was the exception, and as they worked, conversions began to take place. Hard to believe, but true. Kind of like Hitler repenting and becomng a minister. Wow.
Brownout
We went to lead worship at 8:30 a.m. - the bass guitar had stopped working, so we set Cindy up on the keyboard to play bass using a bass sound. Five minutes before we were to start, the electricity went out and stayed off for 2 hours. We had been warned about this happening, but it was our first experience with it.
Can't Buy Me Love
Well, maybe not love, but amps. We had planned before going to possibly help the church buy some new instruments, strings, etc.... Having the bass quit working was a sign we were on the right page. Mike & I went with a local church worker/musician to "Music Store Row" in Cambodia. How eye opening. Since we've been here Cindy has shared the 15-watt guitar amp with me. [For context - at home I play a 60 watt amp and Cindy uses a bass amp with over 300 watts]. So our two goals were to find a bass and a bass amp. Medium level basses were in short supply, we could generally only find basses that were the same or less quality than the one they already had. We finally found two nice basses, and Ibanez and a Yamaha (the first name brand instruments we could find). They were wrapped in plastic. The owner told us we couldn't try them unless we bought them first. Couldn't believe it.
At a store down the street we found what we believed was a used Fender Bass. I say "believed" because there is so much fake merchandise you never really know. It played well and sounded good, so we bought it. However the bass amps fell into two categories - very small and essentially unusable for our purposes, and used equipment that looked VERY old and rugged for about 2 times the cost in the USA. We finally had to give up on the amp. Just to give the non-musicians some perspective, the age of the much of the used equipment (95% of what they had) was circa 1980. I saw a number of amps that were prevalent when I was in high school or junior high. Unreal.
We finally decided that for some things, we may be better to go back to the states, buy it there and have it shipped here.
The Orphanage
In some ways, I was not looking forward to this trip. I was worried what it would be like and how it would affect our kids and adults (myself included). We drove out into the countryside and parked and then walked down a dirt road for about 3-5 blocks past "farmhouses". Some were seriously bad. My Khmer friends told me that these people were very poor. 80% of the people live in the countryside in Cambodia.
We had a short "ceremony" where we presented the gifts to the orphanage. The director said this was the largest group of the year. Most of the time 1-2 people come to visit.
The ages represented were primary school age and up. They take children who are true orphans and those whose parents are too poor to keep them. We learned that most of the "real" orphans have lost their children to AIDS or landmines. You may not be aware, but Cambodia was (and possibly still is) the most landmined country in the world. Bill, our missionary, says that there are reports in the news almost daily of people losing a limb to land mines up in the north. The de-mining process is very slow and tedious. Princess Diana had visited here in her crusade to eliminate land mines.
We also learned that Cambodia has frozen all international adoptions. Angelia Jolie got around this by buying Cambodian citizenship for $1 million, but that's a little impractical for the average U.S. family.
Anyway, we played games with the children, and distributed gifts that we had brought (personally) for them - candy, stuffed animals, pencils, whatever. Our boys had sent a bunch of Beanie Babies, which I and some friends distributed.
They have a heavy emphasis on kids learning English, so that they can get scholarships to the university when they graduate.
I took pictures of the girls dormitories. Much more simple than our "dorm" basically imagine a chicken coop in the U.S. Make it spotless (no dirt/manure) and make two 4 X 8 pallets with plywood. Now put a few desks and shelves, made with 2 by 4's and such and you have the dorm. The kids sleep on the plywood pallets - no matresses.
Breakdown
When we got back to our bus, it wouldn't start. After trying numerous times, we eventually put the two teams on our bus on the other two buses and everyone stood in the aisles for the trip back to Phnom Penh.
The Mall
At 7:00 we packed into a small bus (and i do mean packed - like sardines) and went to the other western style mall. Mike Lewis and I looked around but didn't see anything that caught our eye. We eventually went to a Swenson's (like a Ben & Jerry's) and had some ice cream. A very nice taste of home.