Sunday, June 26, 2011

Cathcart's Lollypops


26 June 2011

Dear Phyllis,

Gomen nasai (I'm sorry). It isn't that I don't have anything to write about this week, but there are so many disjointed items in my head that to try to place everything on the table would be like emptying refrigerator and calling it supper.

Perhaps the main topic this week is my Thai visa. Within hours I will be on a bus and train headed south to Penan, Malaysia, to try to get a new one year Thai visa. This is my fourth trip down there. You really couldn’t call it hardship as Penan is a lovely tropical island on the west side of the Malay Peninsula in the Andaman Sea. The island is about 18 km across and I can ride clear around it on a motor bike in about two hours. It has a population of about 1,400,000, most of which live in Georgetown but it still has a bit of a tropical island charm with a few deserted beaches. There is a fairly decent cheap guest house that has a good visa service. On my previous visa runs I was able to get a one years visa twice, and once they only gave me three months. Last year the visa service told me, “We can guaranteed you that it is IMPOSSIBLE to get a one year visa.” I said, “Well give it a shot anyway. If I only get a three months visa I will settle for that.” The next day, when I went to pick up my passport, the man said, “Very lucky! Very lucky!” Jesus gave me my one year visa.

As I mentioned last week, I am in a bit of a quandary for guidance. I have been thinking seriously that perhaps the Lord's time has come to move on. The Bible run last week was a personal disaster. A very serous misunderstanding came up between my dear brother Mark and myself, and I feel strongly that I can no longer work with him on Bible runs. I have worked closely with him for the past 13 years, and he has carried me for the past nine by providing a marvellous house for me to live in free. He has not asked me to leave, but I feel if we can no longer work together it is wrong for me to live there. I am in the process of making them a very elaborate custom kitchen. I am about the half way mark on that job. But when I get that done I do want to go on another extended trip across China again. I would like to visit Kashgar again, which is at the end of the road in the extreme far west corner of China. The next stop after Kashgar is Kazakhstan. Kashgar is hub of Central Asia which is 98% Muslim. That is Uyhgur country. If the Lord shows me that this is the time to leave Thailand, and if He would give me a good visa for China, I would take that as guidance to go to Kashgar.

There are several things against it. One is I love Chiang Mai. This is the best place I have ever lived. I love everything about it; and the Lord has given me the finest shop I have ever had. Kashgar is an extremely remote place and is bitter cold in the winter. The language would be a major problem. Thai is difficult. Like in 13 years I have made extremely little progress in learning this language. But the Thais are forgiving. If you are a gaijin (foreigner) they are not too surprised if you cant speak their language. But in China they get mad at you if you can't speak Chinese. Kashgar is about as out-of-the way place as there is on the planet. Extremely few gaijins ever get that far. The Lord can provide but it looks like a very difficult lonely place to live. But I am sure there is a need for someone to go there and raise the flag for Jesus

John Cathcart used to talk about God's lolly pops. God very often will give a person some special project that seems more designed for the person enjoyment than a serious endeavour for the Kingdom of God. My lolly pop for three years was Jeana Crane and Scott’s Friday night Bible study. Jeana was very high level when she shot and killed her husband. I had the great privilege of pointing her to Christ, and the Lord gave us a special miracle where we were able to sit at a table for two hours each week in the ladies prison talking about the Bible and Christian principles. She was (is) one of the most outstanding Christians I have ever had the privilege of having some input in their lives. Her dramatic conversion and intense pursuit of Christ was breath talking each week. She is home in Canada now, and Scott’s Bible study has been permanently terminated

But my present lolly pop in Paul and Marisa. Jeana was dramatic, but Paul is just stunning. He is about the biggest no-hoper I ever met. When he first started coming to Scott’s Bible study a couple of years ago I thought it was a waste of time. I would put him right at the end of the line of candidates for salvation. And there was nothing in Marisa that would distinguish her from any other dyed-in-the-wool Thai Buddhist. I still haven't figured out how she got saved. It is just like Jesus just dropped by parachute into their house and took over. The takeover was sudden and inexplicable. Everyone was shocked – especially Paul. He never had a chance. I told him, “Give it up, Paul. God has got you in His cross hairs and there is no way you are going to get away.” Marisa just went bonkers for Jesus and started reading the Bible like a starving Siberian wolf eating a caribou. Paul made a vow at New Years that in 2011 he would read the whole Bible. He started at Genesis 1:1 and finished it today.

Paul has a bad background. He is as rough as they come. He has worked in state prisons as a supervisor for many years and has a chequered history for working with the FBI and CIA. He was hired to take out a Muslim terrorist in Thailand a few years ago. He nabbed the guy on a street in Thailand; then two special force US service men jumped out of a van to whisk the poor turkey off to Romania for interrogation. Paul is a crude fellow and has more bad habits than a mange dog has sores. He acts like he has an 8th grade education but he is a prolific reader. He is no intellectual, but does have quite a bit of common sense. His biggest lack was that he impressed me as one where there is simply nobody home spiritual. His spiritual senses were next to non-existent, and he was void of a teachable spirit. I thought there is no way this guy is going to learn anything. But I don't know if I have ever seen a couple where the Lord is doing such astounding things on a regular basis. Marisa is highly spiritual. She shows an uncanny trait of being directly taught of the Holy Spirit. She sees spiritual truth right now and has a fanatical determination to follow and obey Jesus. I mean to tell you they are one unusual family.

My lolly pop is go overt there on Friday night. It isn't so much of what I can give them, but the privilege to watch what the Lord is doing with the most unlikely material. Paul is still a dead-head, but he and I both are dumb founded at what the Lord is doing in and for him. His face is changing. His spirit is changing. He is still somewhat unteachable but he is so bewildered at what is going on, he is intensely curious and open to suggestions for answers. There is no denying the miracles. He says consistently when someone suggest a reference in the Bible he will open the book at random at exactly the right page. He says that happens almost every time. Much to his surprise many of his bad habits have just quit. Paul is bewildered by the dramatic inexplicable change that is coming over him.

The other day he came over to tell me about an unusual dream he had. He said he was in a totally dark place, and suddenly heard fierce dogs barking. He was badly frightened, but saw a big rock and jumped up on it. Then he saw one of the dogs. It was terrible, but had the face of a demon. The the dog talked to him and pleaded, “Come down! We can't get you on that rock”. Then a handsome man appeared who invited him to go to his house to see his friends. Paul asked, “Does this mean anything or is this just something I ate. I never had an experience like this in my life.” When he told me the dream, I immediately thought, the Rock is Christ. Of course as long as he stands on that Rock the demons can't get to him. And the handsome man was an angel inviting him to Christian fellowship with the family of God. When I told him that he replied, “That is exactly what Scott told me”. The double witness makes me believe this was a real dream sent from the Lord to warn him of the demonic world he just escaped from.

The last three Friday nights have been unusual. Three weeks ago they asked me about baptism. In spite of the language barrier we had an unusual good time explaining baptism to them. Two weeks ago Paul said that a Buddhist priest had come to his daughters school and both of them had been forced to bow before an idol and mouth some chant. He pleaded, “What are they supposed to do? It is important that they get and education and if they don't cooperate they will get kicked out of school.” I fired back, “The most important thing in life is not to get an eduction but to obey God and honour Christ.” Then we had a wonderful time studying Daniel 3 (Nebuchadnezzar fiery furnace).

Last Friday night was different. Paul had a lot of question about some of the grey things in 1st Corinthians – length of men and women hair, women's head coverings, lady preachers, etc. I explained to him that those things are commonly ignored by the rank and file of Christians and are somewhat controversial. I told him of my experience in Russia when a Russian girl asked me about them. I told her, “I believe the Bible exactly as it is written and see no reason why we should ignore plain scripture”. She was startled and replied, “You are the first person who ever told me that.”

As much as Paul and Marisa are an amazement to me, the girls are no less surprising. Beno is Marisa's actual daughter by a previous marriage. Ning is a niece who asked if she could come to live with them. Both of them have terrible backgrounds. Both of them have been raised in a sewer for most of their lives. They both are 12 years old. It must have been a terrific shock when they first came to live with Paul and Marisa a few months ago. It would have been like getting off a space ship to live on a different planet. There was no warm up or any wading in. From day one it was church, the Bible, and Jesus only. It seems that their taking hold of Christ has been almost as instantaneous as their mothers. And their hunger for the Lord almost matches hers. I told you how she scolded them one night and told them it was time to go to bed, They protested, “But, Mommy, we want to read the Bible some more.'

Last Friday night we did not have a structured Bible study but the three gals quietly read their Bibles while Paul and I talked in English. You should have seen it. They sat there riveted to their Bibles like kids reading comic books or their zombie classmates glued to a computer screen playing computer games. But the thing I find most surprising is their spirits. They are as happy, well adjusted, young ladies as I have ever seen. How they could crawl out of the sewer they both were in and in a few short weeks be so cheerful is a mystery. They are just a joy to be around. I could wish that all 12 year olds were that blessed.

This family is my lolly pop at the moment. It is a great privilege to be able to walk a few miles with them and watch the amazing grace of God transform that family. Ironically I have several close friends who would refuse to accept that this is real. Their assessment would be “This is a demonic diversion. What is happening is a delusion. This is impossible because Jesus does not do things like this.” They both are divorced with a sordid background. With that unresolved failure it is impossible for them to be saved Jesus doesn’t bless an adulterous situation. Moreover it is doubtful that either one has considered some of their sins of the past wrong, much less repented of them. Paul has a long ways to go before he gets his hallo for his head. He has little awareness of the heinousness of sin and Christian standards. But it sure is fun to watch what seems to be an amazing work of God at the moment

And surprisingly Jesus is still working in me, bill