The Garden of Hope

Synopsis: I am moving to Chiang Mai, Thailand to work with Garden of Hope, teaching English. But this is how I got there...
Things have taken another turn in my life here in SE Asia and everything has confirmed that the steps I am taking are truly taken in faith. After finishing up with Love 146 a couple of weeks ago in Palawan, I headed north to Angeles City, PH with Lacie, where she will be an interning therapist for the RENEW Foundation, the only non-profit working to support the over 15,000 sexually exploited women. My time with RENEW, the girls that live in the shelter, and the staff that work to support them has left a mark on my life forever. While there the staff from an

other NGO, Samaritana, held a training on outreach to the girls working in the bars. It was truly a privilege to take part in the training and prayer walk we did on fields avenue that evening. There could be as many as 3,000 girls working in a single club. It felt sort of like I imagine Las Vegas to be, but way more out in the open. The streets were lined with girls in their "uniforms" bidding for the attention of every passerby. Some wore elaborate costumes representing the theme of the club. Most of the girls looked no older than 20. We walked down one street called "blow job alley," it was dark and dingy, it had random cell like structures where unimaginable acts go on nightly. While walking down the alley, we passed a club where one girl who I locked eyes with told me I was pretty. I still don't know how to process that. These are women, flesh and blood no different than my own who sell their bodies nightly for the sake of a dollar. It is not glamorous. It does exist and it is our responsibility. That night I cried and prayed and then prayed some more. The only redeeming factor of the evening was the Videoke (a portable karaoke machine) which was rented to celebrate one of the girls' 18th birthday, they sang their hearts out until the wee hours of the morning, the songs of redemption to the tune of Celine Dion classics... Knowing the girls of RENEW made me ache for those still trapped inside the insanity of prostitution, but thankful there is hope.

After our night on fields ave (the most concentrated area of bars and sex clubs in the world), we headed out to catch a flight to Bangkok. The airport is basically supported by the sex tourism traffic. It is a former US military base but is known by most as a stop off for their sex tour of SE Asia. We knew it was going to be rough rubbing elbows in the airplane isles with the men who prostitute women, but the blatancy of the conversations we heard was truly grotesque. While checking in for the flight we stood in front of two American men who held nothing back about the details of their experiences and the overwhelming disappointment t

hey had with Filipina women. One man said he regretted tipping one girl 20 pesos (.42cents), while the other commented that some acted like they didn't even want to be there, later he expressed his hope to find a "real" relationship in Thailand with someone who shared his interests. I am giving the PG version of what we heard, but Lacie and I both wanted to scream, punch, kick, cry and run away, but were mostly paralyzed with the emotions of the past 24hrs. We were obviously American and yet there was no shred of consciousness or regard for the presence of two women who could understand them. These men often feel a sense of pride having taken pity on those who would be otherwise destitute, completely disregarding their humanity or long term affects prostitution has, not realizing their actions are illegal and demonic. They are blind to reality, that is the only way I can explain it. After getting through customs and buying some comfort food, we found the only empty seats that faced a sign advertising the beaches of Cebu, so we didn't have to look at the waiting room full of white male sex tourists. Soon we boarded the plane, which wasn't too full, but I was seated directly in front of the two Americans who were not shy about their business in SE Asia... so what did I do? Popped in my iPod, and started to cry. My heart is so broken, I am helpless, the lyrics of the Phil Wickham song "Grace" came to life, "I need eyes to be my guide, I need a voice that's louder than mine, I need hope and I need you, because I can't do this alone..." And then Jesus met me. The simple words that came were, My Love Wins. My love and God's love is so much stronger than the sex industry. Love will win, one child, one day at a time. I know this now more than ever.

Once we arrived in Bangkok we felt the fresh air of the rest of the world. We saw white men that were not sex tourist and wanted to hug every single one! It felt really good to be around other tourists and a truly international crowd. We quickly grabbed our bags and headed to the train station, where we ended up taking a 8hr bus ride to Chiangmai, northwest Thailand. Our trip was multi-purposed. I wanted to look into volunteer opportunities and also visit Lacie's family friend's orhpanage, Briana's House of Joy and be tourist in an amazing country. I had no idea what was going to happen that week but was practicing "living in the moment" all the while really hoping for some answers. The Garden of Hope staff were on fall break and I thought there was not going to be anyone around, until I got an email from the Director, Mark Crawford. He had some free time and wanted to meet! So obviously I did and it was a really good meeting, but he wanted me to chat with Hannah, the volunteer coordinator also. So, that night I did and I was offered a volunteer position teaching English to children at risk of trafficking and being prostituted in their drop-in program. I was absolutely stoked at the offer and joyfully accepted. There are a lot of possibilities within this position including developing a therapeutic English curriculum and helping with the hospitality training program. I am incredibly stoked on everything that I will be learning and that I get to help these children in such a crucial way, giving them love and practical skills. I am incredibly excited and will start my volunteer position early next month. I was able to find a really cute little place, that is above a knit shop of all things, and will settle in there for the next four months, returning sometime in early March... there will be lots more details to come, but my weary mind is slipping away so that shall be all for now, bless you!

Philippines: With the wind...

The journey of the past year of my life has been full of unexpected challenges and changes. From enduring engine failure while in the midst of a hurricane in the Caribbean Sea to waiting out two separate typhoons in the Philippines, things have stayed interesting to say the least. As storm systems move in and out, they serve to remind me that life also can change in an instant, with the strong winds of typhoon Parma blowing over the Philippine islands, so have they blown over the flow of my life and directed its course towards new horizons. After officially completing Module Two of the DTPA with Love 146, I had to do some serious evaluating of my current circumstances. Although the program is uniquely designed to create high quality aftercare workers and researchers, for me it is very much an introductory course. And so, after much prayer and seeking advice from family and friends, I have decided not to continue with the program.

The professors and Love 146 staff are some of the most incredible and beautiful people I have ever met, and I will always look back on my time living and studying within their care with great fondness. Further, it is because of the Love 146 programs that I am so inspired and driven to work directly in an aftercare setting. Love 146 has set the bar very high, and I hope to work with them again in the future. However, it is time for me to learn by doing and to put myself in a position to do so. One of the things that I have learned about where I fit in this huge multi-dimensional issue that is the commercial sexual exploitation of children, and their restoration, is that I have a lot to offer in the areas of personal and career development. For many survivors of CSEC one the basic and most insane issue they face is finding another way to make money besides prostitution. Prostitution is not the only option, but after years of being made to feel your value is merely based on how well you can sell yourself, it is hard for these women and children to see any hope. That is where I would like to step in by working with organizations that will provide practical skills and education that will enable survivors to thrive in new ways, living healthy lives and earning an income that they can feel proud of. I have experience teaching English and have applied for a few volunteer positions with organizations in Thailand. I am very hopeful about finding the right fit and know God is moving me every step of the way. Teaching English has been something I have fought for a long time, I really did not want to do it, and some how I had convinced myself that it feels like settling. However, being here, where the issue of CSEC is so prevalent and undeniable, English could be the lifesaver for so many individuals and a way for them to build confidence in themselves and a healthy future. Being a mentor, friend and teacher will be an honor and I would very much appreciate your thoughts and prayers for the right opportunity. Again I am so thankful for Love 146, who they are as an organization and how they have invested in me and now I finally feel ready to step out and find opportunities where I can serve. I will keep you posted as things develop and will need your prayers, love and support every step of the way.

Adventures in the Philippines....Round One

After a long, long time on

many airplanes I woke up in a sleepy haze and peeked out my window to reveal the most intense sunrise (I think) I have ever seen... which was my first confirmation that I was indeed not in Oregon anymore...

Landing in Hong Kong was a daze and I was only there for a few hours and kept thinking to myself, "hmmm, this is what China looks like" and the empower

sense of feeling very tall was quite entertaining

I arrived in Manila around 11am and was very thankful to see both of my bags very shortly after my arrival! I then

hopped in a metered taxi and got my first glimpse of the urban sprawl that is Manila. The tax

i dri

ver was very polite and loved introducing the most essential forum of Philippine culture... the Mall. The Philippines has 3 of the 10 largest malls in the world, which is hilarious to me considering I do everything I c

an to avoid them at all cost. Oh well, when in Manila, do as puyos (Philippinos)! The driver took me directly to my hotel and I was warmly greeted by pretty much everyone at the hotel. Then shortly after, Lacie arrived (She is the other student in the DTPA and I feel so blessed to know her and to be g

oing through this experience wtih her! More on that later...) we went to eat. We tried to get reccomendations for a restaurant but somehow, we ended up at... a mall.

I was exhauste

d and actually very entertained by the whole concept of the Asian mall. So like a typical tourist, I took a picture, in an Asian mall! So funny! We stayed as long as we could so I could try to

sleep through the night. It has taken me a while but I am feeling a little bit better after almost a week. The Philippines is 15hrs ahead of West Coast time, so that has taken some getting use to.

The next day, Friday, we went to the office at about 8am, which was only about two blocks from my hotel. We dropped our bags off and then got coffee at Starbucks! There are two within a block of the office, so crazy, but really nice, considering everywhere else serves Nestcafe! That day I consumed a fair bit of coffee, considering I had class all day which was really fascinating, but challenging to be researching such a heavy subject while having really intense jet-lag. Oh well!

That night we boarded a bus and went to the lovely safe haven of the RoundHome. I am still trying to put to words what it means to me to be at a place that has the sole intention of restoring the lives of very young girls that have been serverly abused by the insanities that exist in this world. It is a huge privilege to see it and I will have more reflections very soon.

One very entertaining thing about living at the staff house is the way our meals are presented to us. The food has been really good over all, nothing too scary, but lots of delicious things to savour.

But each meal looks a lot like the picture to the left when it first arrives.

Then we get to do a very exciting reveal of what i under-neath!

Ta-dah!!!

This time it was rice, then a fish soup! So fun!

This week we started Module Two of the program (I will do Module One later on). Much of what we have done so far has been developing a research base and cultural perspectives on CSEC around the world. Very fascinating and neccessary for a complete understanding of the issue. I am learning lots and very excited about what's head. I will write more soon, thanks so much to everyone that has been praying! It's working, thank you!!! Love and Blessings!

A twenty dollar tip

There is almost always an awkward space created in the tasting room between myself and the inquisitor standing across the bar. As the colorful words I’ve just spouted off to them about the current Pinot that’s swirling around in their mouths, someone in the party breaks the ‘normal’ tasting room etiquette and inquires about my life outside of the wonderful world of wine. It goes something like this:

Me: “This particular pinot highlights our commitment to sustainable agriculture and biodynamic farming, upholding to the standard that not only respects the earth and her produce, but the very wine itself by presenting it to you in its purest form…”

Customer: “Fascinating… now, do you work here year round?”

Me: “Nope, just during the beautiful summer months.”

Customer: “And what do you do when you’re not working here?”

Me: “I will be working with a small non-profit human rights organization.”

Customer: “Oh, how interesting, what exactly do you do?”

Me: “Well, we work to end child sex slavery and exploitation by providing aftercare to girls that have been rescued from working as sex slave and by funding prevention projects in the USA and South East Asia.”

ENTER AWKWARD MOMENT, FOLLOWED BY A LONG THICK SILENCE…

Customer: “Oh… well, good for you.”

There is always a mix of emotions that run through my mind when asked these questions, but I am always glad they do. Most of the people I spend my day talking to are truly in vacation mode, sipping away some of the most delicious wine in the valley, catching up with friends and enjoying the general splendor. Reality is not a welcome visitor, and even less welcome is the reality of thousands of children around the world. However, today I encountered a group of women who broke the mold. At first glance I didn’t take them for people who would “hear the cry,” but they couldn’t have surprised me more. I merely spoke the words “child sex trafficking” and they were ears wide open. I was able to tell them that Love 146 is an organization that believes in the restoration of the innocent children who are most intensely affected by this heinous crime. That thousands of people are subjected to forced sex acts in this country every single day. That there are people with a lot of power who are not willing to give up their precious commodity: the high price of the virginity of a young girl. But most importantly I was able to communicate the beautiful message of hope I want to scream from the rooftops on a daily basis. The message that we do not have to tolerate slavery in this country, or anywhere else in the world. That there are solutions, we can stop it and everyone has a part to play. As the ladies were leaving one of them asked me how old the girls are that live in our home. I answered her by saying, “younger and younger everyday.” She then told me about her 12 year old daughter and how much she loved her, but how also she was convicted that girls, her own daughter’s age, were forced into the most vile sexual acts, everyday. As she was leaving, I simply asked her not to forget about those girls and think about how she could get involved.

As I started to clean up the tasting I saw that this woman had left me a $20 tip, she had decided to get involved…

I challenge you to do the same, how can you be involved? Will you hear the cry of the innocent?

Pray. Listen. Act. Be blessed.

Greetings everyone!! It has been too long since I have updated you all on how things are going down here and for that I must apologize! My once a week update intentions have been quite difficult to follow through with because of how busy we have been, but hopefully I can recap a few high lights...
Our time in Nochixtlan has been ablsolutely amazing. The people, the food, the parties, everything has been such a testament to the loving God that we serve. Christmas, although it was hard to pass away from family, I felt as if I was with my Mexican family. A few of the church families were concerned that we were homesick and wanted to us to feel as loved as possible so they threw a beautiful Christmas party for us. Here they celebrate Christmas by having a huge dinner late on the 24th, to be together to celebrate the first hour of Christmas together. Presents are by no means the focus, but rather Christ, sharing time with family and ofcourse...food! It was such a blessing to be here, a home away from home. As a team we put together a Christmas program which included a stomp routine and a drama. We were able to take it to a few of the surrounding towns and present it there. We have been to privileged to be apart of what God wants to accomplish here, it´s absolutely incredible. Besides presenting our Christmas program we have been doing various work projects in the homes of people from the church here. There are lots of single moms, widows and other families that don´t have the means to repair leaking roofs or instal a toilet or lay down concrete for a floor in their house, so we have been able to meet needs and encourage people in such amazing ways. It is such a humbling thing to see people with, literally nothing be so gracious and giving. Mexico has and continues to be my teacher in so many ways.

We have had the very privileged opportunity to be a part of various birthday parties and other celebrations. Joel´s son Joab turned two on the 27th and he invited us to a traditional Mixteco barbeque at his grandparents ranch. We actually went the night before to light off fireworks and watch how the prepared the in ground ovens for the bbq. They dug a hole about 4ft deep in the ground and lined it with speacial stones, then started a fire on top of it to heat the stones. After about five hours of heating, the stones turned red hot and the pit was then lined with agave leaves....then all the good stuff is put in, more avage leaves on top, then blankets and dirt, then it was left over night. We went back to the ranch early the next morning to help uncover the pit and celebrate Joab. It was such an incredible experience


Pastor Samuel and Pastor Joel, along with their families and a few other friends took us to Puebla for a few days last week. Puebla is a huge, beautiful city which is also home to the worlds smallest volcano! It was so fun to get some time to be a tourist and just explore an amazing Mexican city. Puebla has a beautiful center that felt more like a European city. It was refreshing, except for the part when I ate some funky food and had to visit every bathroom I saw for the entire day...but it eventually passed and all was well again!
This is Brenda and I have fun at the volcancito!


Here in Mexico and in most of Latin America they celebrate Three Kings day or Dia de los Reyes Magos...this is the day in which kids get presents. The town also celebrates her children by putting on a parade and a big party in the center of town. The Mayor of the town happens to be the father of the famiy I am staying with and he is in charge of the entire thing. Through a few conversations about our group he found out that Tyler is a race car driver and asked him to drive a 55 Ford Highlander in the parade, and he also invited me to ride in the car with Tyler. It was ablsolutely hilarious and such a blast! We wore speacial racing shirts and threw candy wit the three kings seated in the back. The car broke down like three times, then they realized there wasn´t enough gas in it, then it overheated, so for over half of the parade the Nochixtlan police department ended up pushing us all over town. Our faces hurt from laughing to hard and we, needless to say, will never forget January 6th 2009!
I hope all of you are doing well and enjoying the new year! I have a little less than three weeks left here and I can´t believe how time is flying by. As a I make my way over to Connecticut I will be home for a week at the end of January to grab some warm clothes and hugs from all of you! Blessings and love!

Outreach Week One: Adventures Nochixtlan

After teary goodbyes, a long long bus ride across southern Mexico, and great conversations with a few bus drivers later...we arrived in Oaxaca, Mexico. We were met in the bus terminal by Pastor Joel, the missions pastor for Centro Cristiano Betel in Nochixtlan, Mexico, our final destination. Joel could not have been more inviting and flexible with us. He first took us to a superstore where we could buy some warm clothes, which was nice because it is freezing here! We then loaded up in vans and made the 1hr journey to Nochixtlan. We were greeted there by other pastors and a beautiful lunch which began our introduction to the wonderful cuisine of Oaxaca, Mexico. Since being here I have eaten by far the most amazing food of my life. Everything from tamales, to traditional hot chocolate to grasshoppers to milanesa, everything has been utterly delictable.

During this first week here we asked to stay with families from the church, which has been so amazing! Maggi (another girl on the trip) and I were placed with an incredible family that has shown us the in´s and out´s of Nochix and treated us with some of the best hospitality I have ever experienced. This picture to the left is of me preparing to eat the famous champolines...aka roasted grasshoppers. The important thing about these little guys is that you must take their legs off first, or else they could get stuck in your throat...trust me about this one! Overall staying with the families has been a huge blessing but as of Tuesday we will all be moving back to the church for the next couple of weeks.

Besides the eating, ministry has been incredible as well. The church is building a three story building that will serve as their missions center and Bible school. This week we dedicated our monrings to helping witht he contsruction project and then in the evenings went out to visit some newly started house churches. By far my favorite part of being here so far has been the relationships we have made and the stories of how these people have seen God move in their lives. On Tuesday night we visited a pueblo about 20 minutes from town. We went to visit a house church that met that evening and met a man named Adrian and his family. Adrian could not stand to greet us because he was lying on a mat in the middle of the living room due to a serious accident at work that happened just the week before. Despite his obvious pain and suffering he was so joyful and excited that we, 15 gringos, had come from all over the world to share and evening with him. We truly felt the presence of the Lord in the house and were able to pray with him and his entire family that evening. God saved Adrian´s life and we were all incredibly blessed to be in his presence. And to our suprise we also saw him at church on Sunday! God is working here and if is such a priviledge to be a part of it.

This upcoming week we are going to be planning a Christmas program for the church and to present in the surrounding towns. We are all really excited about this opportunity! Thanks so much for your prayers and support! I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Blessings and love!