It’s raining in Doi Saket, Thailand. For the last couple of days, all of the kids from our Thailand orphan homes have joined together at our main campus to participate in English camps. The Thai and American team conducting the camps are doing a great job, and the kids are having a blast.

With the camps now finished, the kids were hoping to go to a local swimming pool. But it’s raining. Hard. We’ll see how that goes. They’re pretty happy, however, to settle for a screening of The Lion King. They’re all stretched out on the floor of the learning center, enjoying “I Just Can’t Wait to be King.”

I’m taking a short break from kitchen duties. For the last hour or so, I’ve been working on my mis en place for a Western-style dinner I’ve planned for the staff. We’re grilling steaks (I confirmed with the butcher that it’s cow, not buffalo. Buffalo tastes and cooks like shoe leather.), sautéing carrot medallions, buttering mushrooms, boiling orecchiette and slicing mangoes. Tutu is making what she calls “Karen-tribe chili,” perhaps as a backup.

I’ve been so busy this trip – meetings, budgets, consultations, strategy sessions. I have, however, had the chance to bond with our staff a little bit and show lots of love to the kids. I haven’t taken as many pictures as I have in the past – maybe it’s just that all of the new responsibilities have made it difficult to keep “official photographer” on the top of my duty list.

Anyway, tonight is about the staff. I leave tomorrow, and I want to show them my appreciation for everything they do. I hope that, even if no one likes the meal, everyone will get a taste of my gratefulness for their hard work and dedication.

Tomorrow, I leave for Cambodia. It looks like I’ll be just as busy there. I will try, however, to post more pictures. I know. Promises, promises.

God has been good to our ministry. Nothing has come easy to us, but God has continued to show his favor and faithfulness, despite our mistakes and our human limitations. Please continue to pray that God will teach us how to best serve these wonderful kids.

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’ve checked into a small cabin in Doi Saket, about 10 minutes from our main campus. Dr. John and Bob have begun their return trip home, and I will be joined in a short while by Eric and Josie Biddle, who will be staying for a while as interns here in Thailand.

It’s a shame that Dr. John, Bob, Eric and Josie missed this morning’s church service. It was really a delight to worship with our kids. Among our five orphan homes in Thailand, we have eight different hill tribes represented. On Sundays, many of the kids dress up in their traditional tribal garb, but all of the kids worship together. Our worship services are a picture of the kingdom of Heaven: multiethnic, multigenerational – diverse, but unified.

This morning, I wore a traditional Karen tribal shirt as I spoke from Exodus 2. I reminded the kids that, as in the story of Moses, God loves to do His greatest work through individuals with humble – and often tragic – beginnings. At the end of the service, all of the adults prayed for the children and begged God to heal their emotional scars and empower them for leadership in their tribes and in the nation of Thailand.

Tomorrow, a group of young people from an American parachurch organization will come for a few days to run an English camp for our students, who are finishing up their spring break. I will continue meeting with our staff to craft plans and policies, and I’ll also try to spend as much time as possible playing with the kids at each of our orphan homes. It is such a blessing to serve these kids.

Please continue to pray for each of the children and for the staff. And pray for Asia’s Hope. It is neither easy nor inexpensive to run this ministry. Our needs far outstrip our resources, but we are trusting that God will move in the hearts of churches, businesses and individuals in the U.S. and Canada to give generously to God’s work here.

When I return, I’ll be looking for volunteers to help me with some fundraising goals I’ve developed. Please start asking God if He wants you to get involved with Asia’s Hope at a deeper level.

I’ll try to post some pictures later. Right now, I’m going to take a few minutes to rest before my ride arrives to take me back to the orphan home. Peace.

View at dusk from porch at the cabin

Well, I’ve always been a city boy. If I had to choose a place to relocate, it would probably be right in the heart of a bustling city like New York. Or Phnom Penh. I must admit, however, that there is a certain charm to life in the country. And that’s especially true when it’s hilltribe country in Northern Thailand.

Last night we drove about an hour and a half north of Chiant Mai to the Asia’s Hope farm at Wiang Pa Pow. The farm, which occupies about 32 rai of land about a half kilometer from the road that one would take to enter Burma, was a wreck about three years ago when we first stood in the tangled grip of the untended lychee grove, held hands and asked God to give us the land. The farmhouse, now graceful and bright, was dingy and in disrepair.

Today, the brambles and brush are gone. The house has been repaired, the lychee orchard restored, and the place is brimming with life. A small staff, which includes 4 widows rescued from a life of poverty in the hills, tends the crops and the animals, providing meat and fresh produce for our orphan homes in Doi Saket and Hot Springs.

Last night we enjoyed some of land’s bounty. Tutu and the staff cooked us an authentic Thai/Karen feast. The pork, courtesy of the sow that had been, until a few minutes before our arrival, snorting contentedly along with a dozen of its siblings, was prepared 5 different ways, all of them delicious (and one of them raw). The herbs, the vegetables and many of the spices were grown on-site.

The sky filled blushed as the sun set over the Hmong village mountains, and our team retired to the farmhouse, curled up on mats and slept on the floor, lulled by a cool evening breeze. We woke early; apparently chickens don’t have a snooze button, and we’re eating breakfast on the porch of Tutu’s cabin. In a concession to the western tastes on our team, she’s made us Ovaltine and peanut butter sandwiches. I think I’m going to look for the rice and the pork which I know is lurking around one of these corners.

Today, we will work on a master plan for this property. God willing, we will build at least two or three orphan homes, a conference center and a handicraft education center as He provides the funding. We already have a key partner in this effort – Crossroads Community Church in Mansfield, Ohio. They’ve sent teams over here a number of times, and they’re raising money to help us pay off the land.

I should probably stop writing now so I can focus on the company – Tutu’s playing guitar, and the staff is approaching. Peace to you all from Wiang Pa Pow farm. Pray with me that God will continue to bless this land for the sake of his children.

It's been another great day. I wrote a descriptive and compelling post just a few minutes ago, but lost it due to technical difficulties. Grrr.

At any rate, our morning started with an all-staff meeting, my first as Executive Director. After about 30 minutes of songs and small talk, I opened the Bible to share some words of encouragement. The passage I asked to be read in Thai was Colossians 1:3-9, one which exhorts the recipients of the epistle to continue on in good deeds and faith, and cheers them for their faithfulness.

Unfortunately, the staff member reading the passage thought I asked them to read Galatians 1:3-9, which scolds the Galatian church for foolishly following false teaching and for falling away from the Gospel.

Whoops.

Fortunately, someone picked up on the problem and we got it straightened out before I offended anyone too badly. Over the next hour or so, Dr. John and I poured out our appreciation for our staff and listened to their joys and their concerns. We prayed together, and celebrated God's goodness to our ministry.

The more time I spend with our staff, the more I'm convinced that our organization has a very bright future indeed.

In a few minutes, I'll head up with Tutu, Tamla, Ashley (our intern) and the team from Highview Community Church to visit our farm in Wiang Pa Pow. We'll spend the night and return tomorrow.

We'll be heading up north, so the temperatures should cool down a tad and be close to perfect. Well, I need to go now. My ride is here, and we've got a bit of a trip ahead of us. 

Me and some of my pals at Doi Saket 1Songs before bedtime at Doi Saket 3

Kids' worship band at evening assembly

Pastor Bob Fetterhoff (Wooster Grace) feeding the elephants

For more photos from my last couple of days, click here.

Well, the day has been wild and wonderful. After an early breakfast, we took nearly 100 of the kids to the Maesa Elephant Camp for their world famous show. The kids squealed with delight as the elephants danced, played soccer and painted (yes, painted).

After the show, we headed back to the hotel so I could tend to my ailing stomach and travel-weary body. After lunch and a short nap, Dr. John and I met with Tutu for about three hours to discuss financial and strategic details of our ministries in Thailand. We ran out of time and energy long before we ran out of issues to discuss, but I feel like we got a lot done.

Meanwhile, the kids all got an installment of vaccines -- two shots each. 

We headed out to the main Doi Saket campus for a dinner of sticky rice and grilled chicken. After the meal, we attended an assembly for all of the Doi Saket orphan homes. The kids sang and danced for at least an hour. Bob gave a few words on encouragement, and then Tutu and I handed out prizes to the kids, who were still wincing from their injections. 

The honors ranged from “most helpful” to “best student.” Most of the prizes came in the form of cookies and snacks, but one kid received a guitar for his academic achievements. About two thirds of the way through the ceremony, the lights went out and a wind blew through the room. All of the children danced and sang as the thunder rolled, lit only by an occasional flash from the sky and the dim glow of cell phones.

Eventually one of the staff produced a box of thin, yellow candles. The children gathered in circles and placed one candle in the center of each group. The staff passed around plates of cookies, and the fun continued for at least another hour. Eventually the power came back on, and the party ended and all of us old, tired farangs (Thai for “gringos”) headed back home.

It’s about a quarter after midnight now – I had wanted to post this along with some pictures tonight, but the internet is down. I will try tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, we’ll be heading out of town to our farm up north. We’ll kill a pig, hang with some friends, have a meeting or two and stay the night. We’ll be back the next day.

Thank you all for giving me this incredible opportunity. I can’t tell you how blessed I feel to be able to serve these kids. If I get an opportunity to write when I’m not completely exhausted some day, I’ll try.

God bless you.

Elephants and hypodermics. That's what's in store for the kids today at the Doi Saket and Hot Springs orphan homes. Thanks to the generosity of Pastor Ruth Anne Breithaupt (Highview Community Church), who is paying the admission, we're going to take nearly a hundred of the kids to see the famous Chiang Mai elephant show. The elephants dance, play soccer and even paint portraits. Really.

After that, we'll switch gears from squeals of laughter to just-plain-squeals when we break out the hypodermics to finish up a round of vaccinations. I'll take pictures of all of the day's "festivities" and post them when I have the chance. Tonight, if the jetlag doesn't do me in first.

It really is a blessing to be back here. These kids are so precious to God; it is an honor to serve them on your behalf. Keep praying for us!

Well, I've arrived in Chiang Mai. I was greeted at the airport by Tutu, our national director, one of her sons and one of my good friends from the Doi Saket 1 orphan home. I've checked into my hotel, where I will be joined by Dr. John and Pastor Bob tomorrow afternoon.

I miss my wife and kids already, but it is good to be here and feels like a home-away-from-home. One thing I'll miss from my real home is the steady and relatively inexpensive wireless internet. The hotel charges by the hour. That's better than by the kilobyte, but not by much.

I will probably limit myself to a couple of hours a day of internet access, but I'll try to make those hours worth it with lots of pictures and stories. God bless you all and thank you for your prayers and your support.

Well, thanks to Korean Air's excellent in-flight entertainment systems and Aventis' excellent sleep aid Ambien, the 14 hour flight from JFK to Seoul went by pretty quickly. I'm feeling a bit groggy, but refreshed after a nice, free airport shower, and I'm waiting to board my plane to Chiang Mai.

I'm looking forward to meeting Pastor Bob Fetterhoff (Wooster GBC) and Dr. John Campbell (Asia's Hope executive board) in Chiang Mai. As great as those two guys are, I'm even more excited to see all of our staff and kids.

Although my schedule in Asia is always very fluid, I plan on having an all-staff meeting on Thursday, and then travel to Wiang Pa Pow, where we own a farm on which we will eventually house an Asia's Hope orphanage. We'll stay the night, kill a pig, visit some of the hilltribe villages from which we brought some of our kids, return to Chiang Mai and continue meeting with visiting team members and potential ministry partners. 

There's talk of doing a worship concert at a local prison, but I don't know if final preparations have been made for that. Please keep checking out the blog and make sure you send links to people who might be interested in seeing what God's doing in this part of the world.