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Phii Ben and Phii Jong, the staff members I worked with during my internship in the summer of '08
This was my best buddy at Christian Paisanat School! His name is Phijit--the best behaved and sweetest boy on campus!
A young Hmong Christian woman got married to a young Thai man whom she converted. Their wedding was held at the CMA headquarters in Doi Saket. This was the first wedding I have attended since being here in Thailand. And just like the Hmong in the States, the members of their congregation all helped by chipping in their share: those who knew how to work with flowers decorated the church, those who knew how to play instruments and/or sing created a band, and those who knew how to cook catered for the reception party afterwards. The communal bond within the Hmong people still catches me by surprise sometimes.
After the reception, however, everyone encouraged me to join a group of girls in catching the bouquet. So I said, “Well, why not? It’s just for fun and it’s nothing but superstition, right?” So I joined, and when the bouquet came flying in my direction, my heart pounded, I was gripped with fear, and I quickly turned away to allow Pang, the girl behind me, to catch it. She looked at me and said, “What?! Why did you do that?!” I turned and all the onlookers said, “We KNOW it was headed in your direction, Mydur. Why didn’t you catch it?” I responded by saying, “I…uh…I…just got scared.” LOL!! I don’t know of anyone else who has this problem, but you’d be surprised to know that this is the second time I avoided a bouquet that was headed straight in my direction. I’m honestly not sure why I’m so afraid…perhaps the mere thought of marriage and family overwhelms me with expectations of a Proverbs 31 woman. I mean, those are some pretty big shoes to fill, don’t you think? *Sigh* You’ve got to love weddings and how it makes you think about these things!
Doua and I pose with Ntxhais (Xai) and her new husband at the CMA headquarters
This is the Hmong outfit Doua lent me for the wedding (น่ารักดี โน?) :)
Visiting with Pastor Txawj Pe and his wife at their beautiful home in Doi Saket
Phayao—Church camp
Sight-seeing, fellowshipping, teaching from the Bible, how can it get any better? I traveled with a Doua Her, Wisut, and Lee Her (a Hmong missionary) to the Hmong village of San Thi Suk where one of the CMA churches was held. We spent the night at Pastor Toua’s house where there was almost no electricity—only two small light bulbs that kept flipping on and off due to the generator in the village (when the villagers use too much electricity, it goes out temporarily). After spending so many nights in my comfortable apartment in the city of Chiang Mai, I had almost forgotten what it was like to go without the convenience of running water and electricity. We cooked dinner in a pot over a propane stove and ate it hot-pot style—each person had their own plate of rice and, using spoons, scooped the main course from the one pot.
San Thi Suk Alliance Church
Hot-pot dinner, consisting of "thooj laj" with pork soup and rice (and pepper, of course!)
Three Hmong-American missionaries enjoying an authentic Hmong dinner at an authentic Hmong home: Doua Her, me, and Lee Her, the only other Hmong missionaries I know of here in Thailand (we're all 20 years apart, each marking a different generation)
I want to say that I had a good time but everyone there spoke the green (a.k.a. blue) dialect of the Hmong language, plus, added a good number of Thai words here and there that I often felt lost in the conversation. I think a lot of Hmong Americans can relate—when we’re listening to a conversation in Hmong, we kind of get the jist of it, but because we’re not familiar with total immersion in the language, our minds tend to wander and before you know it, the conversation has traveled somewhere else and you have no idea how it got there! This is a good reminder of how much more language learning I need to undertake. This is the order in which my language learning needs to take priority:
Thai—Northern dialect
Hmong—White dialect
Hmong—Green dialect
Lord, have mercy!
We then traveled to a nearby camping site where we stayed for the night. The theme was, How to Avoid Being a Lukewarm Christian. Amazing, isn’t it? While the adults listened to Doua teach from the Bible, Wisut and I led the children in songs and activities.
Phii Wisut and I lead the children in songs and games
Pastor Toua of San Thi Suk village leads worship
Afterwards, the children begged us to take them hiking on the mountain. As it turns out, there was a cave up there, too, fully equipped with peeing bats! This was no easy hike—I love hiking and have done it quite often in the past but this particular trail was definitely not hiker-friendly! There were some holes near the peak that were quite dangerous if one were to fall through it, not to mention spike-shaped rocks and wide gaps that perhaps would not be open to children in the States. YET, these adventurous children know no danger. They had to wait a while for Phii (me) to cross through.
One child ran ahead and yelled, “Wow! Phii Mydur, come look at this! This view is even more amazing than the one before!”
So I yelled, “Coming!”
A few minutes later, he shouts, “This view is SO incredible! Where are you, Phii Mydur? Hurry up?”
“Phii Mydur’s on her way,” I said.
A few minutes pass, he goes, “Phii Mydur, where in the world are you? How come you’re taking so long?! This view is amazing!”
So I said, “OH my gosh, I’m coming already!”
**I was in the process of crossing a bridge made of spikey rocks in between two massive boulders that required rock climbing.
Exploring caves, staring at screeching bats
The whole hiking team
The view at the top! Beautiful, isn't it?
These two girls, Sarah and Dia, picked me a beautiful bouquet of flowers! Doua asked them how they knew I liked flowers and Sarah answered, "Well, I don't know, she's just pretty." How sweet! I really connected with them.
Hanging out with the kids during free time
After camp was over, we headed straight to Phii Wisut’s house where I met his family and the believers in their village. The first night, Lee introduced TEE (Theological education by extension) to the church leaders to see if anyone would be interested in the training program. It was good to see an experienced missionary to the Hmong seeking to train leaders in reaching their community. I spent the second day at Big C with Doua, eating ice cream and discussing church history among the Hmong in Thailand. She told me about the past problems that denominations had with one another and offered a few suggestions for future ministry. God has blessed me with such incredible people in my life!
There was also a dinner in Doua’s honor because of her generosity in giving a car to Wisut’s family. Because Wisut’s father is the pastor of the village, the whole church came over and cooked up a storm in their backyard. I joined in a bit just for fun, peeling and breaking stalks of “kav theej,” a bitter, fibrous vegetable often used in Hmong soups. My parents use it in their cooking too, though it was always dried since it isn’t native to the States. I thought I knew how to cook, but when I saw these ladies slicing and peeling away at the vegetables with only their hands and knives, I bowed down and kissed their feet (not literally).
Meeting Pastor Nyiaj Ntxawg (Nhia Cher) and his wife
Doua and me enjoying ourselves. I just love this pic.
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