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April 2000
Dear Friends,
Today is Palm Sunday, 2000. How does the church sing "Hosanna,
hosanna" on the slopes of the Mount of Olives after two millennia?
In Thailand it is still a New Testament era. The cadences of the
Christian song of ascents to the Holy Temple of the New Jerusalem
are a first century rhythm set to a oriental pentatonic scale.
Where the road ended at the sea there was a cluster of tables
under the palm trees, with old men and women selling fish dragged
out of the gulf before dawn. Behind the tables on the tidal flats
naked boys dodged among the beached fishing boats throwing mud
at one another and squealing. The bright painted patterns on the
prows of the boats declared that the owners were "Chao Lay,"
Sea Gypsies.
We threaded our way between dwellings of discarded sheet metal
and bamboo. The houses were built so close to one another that
we could brush the houses on both sides of the path with our fingertips.
It was a rabbit warren of lanes and passages, sometimes broadening
into a narrow plaza under a tamarind tree where someone squatted
selling fried bananas from a woven tray.
Our little delegation included a Korean missionary, two Thai
pastors, a Thai evangelist, and me. We were visiting the first
Chao Lay Christians in Thailand to ask for their help. Toward
the center of the village was a cluster of stout wooden houses,
each with an open-sided porch and a room behind. A woman in a
southern Thai sarong bounded toward us and urged us to follow
her up onto one of these. Above the door was a bleached picture
of Jesus. The house was otherwise indistinguishable from the rest.
She was the first Christian Chao Lay on Phuket Island.
Acharn Theerayut had been visiting the Chao Lay people two hours
south of Phuket, on Lanta Island, for the past year. Amazing things
had happened. A year ago I had first conducted a prayer retreat
for pastors on Koh Lanta, and last Easter I wrote:
We had a pastors' retreat on an island so isolated from the waves
of civilization that when our pastors went out two-by-two "to
do something to demonstrate God's love," they did not find
a single person who had ever heard of Jesus Christ. Some of the
Sea Gypsies, an underdeveloped ethnic minority of wanderers who
live all their lives afloat in boat communities, had never even
heard of God. Meanwhile, most of the island is inhabited by Moslems
of the most conservative kind found in Thailand. But the whole
group of pastors coalesced in the conviction that they must establish
an outpost for Christ right there.
The beginning had been inauspicious. Two of the first Chao Lay
to show any interest in Christianity had fallen ill. Everyone
in the village concluded that the ghosts and demons were unhappy
at being increasingly ignored. Furthermore, the condition of one
of the new believers in Christ steadily worsened until she was
paralyzed and almost comatose. But a miraculous recovery took
place after the Thai missionary prayed for healing. It signaled
a turn in attitudes toward the God of the Christians. By now the
healing is complete. The two have been baptized, and five others
are ready to take the step (or the plunge, as is the case).
There are only a few Chao Lay Christians in Thailand, so we need
the help of the little community in Phuket to visit the new converts
on Lanta. The woman whom we were visiting surprised us with a
Bible newly printed in Lay language using Thai script. They also
have a hymnbook. These are basic tools for Christian work.
Before we left Phuket there was one more act of ministry. The
head of the tiny Chao Lay church was building a house, and today
they were going to set the center post. They had to use every
available hour before the rains came again because they had torn
the former house down to make room for the new one. Under an awning
of plastic sheeting and gunny sacks, we blessed a sandy hole and
pair of blue strings intersecting above it. Years ago they would
have buried a chicken to consecrate the hole, or, if it was the
hole for the center post of a holy site, the quivering body of
a freshly decapitated slave. The Sea Gypsies themselves have been
the preferred sacrifices of the natives of Borneo and Malaya.
Today the invocation of God's grace is more than enough. There
was no need for sacred strings around the top of the post or offerings
at its base to see it firmly planted. Christ is the release from
servitude to that.
On the last day of our second pastors retreat on Lanta Island
we each carried a brick to the front of a plot of land owned by
a Christian from the city of Trang. He was giving the land to
the Lord for a chapel to become the first Christian edifice on
Lanta Island. They say that the vision for this came from us a
year ago. Before that, they hadn't given a thought to evangelizing
the Chao Lay. The vision may have came through us but I take no
credit for its origin. Nor for the vision we had on Monday morning
in which we laid hands on a young man to be the first full-time
Thai missionary to live and work among the Chao Lay in the Indian
Ocean villages of southern Thailand.
We are living in New Testament times in the church in Thailand.
Grace and Peace at Easter, 2000
Rev. Ken and Michal Dobson
The 2000 Mission Yearbook for Prayer & Study, p. 158
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