Last week I sat in church next to Pong, 32, one of our newer students. Pong's husband died in his sleep 4 months ago, leaving her with 2 children to care for. Pong is Mae's aunt; Mae is the 13 year-old we snagged out of a bar a few months ago. It was only Pong's third visit to any sort of church.
Grief counseling is a virtual unknown in rural Thai culture, and Pong has simply had to keep her head up and figure it out. Last week she cried hard. I can't imagine the despair she has felt through all this. She has a quiet personality, and seemed so hurt and vulnerable sitting next to me in the pew. As is my nature, I found myself wishing I could fix everything. It was only the thought of inappropriateness that kept me from giving a quick one-armed hug and saying, "Don't worry. We're going to take care of you."
The sermon was a simple explanation of the Gospel, and included a couple of clips from The Passion. The clips were looped on PowerPoint slides, so each played more than once. I watched Pong out of the corner of my eye, her own eyes wide with fascination at those gruesome scenes of the beating and crucifixion.
The only real consolation I know in explaining suffering is that Jesus did it. His suffering says to me that ours is important. The writer of Hebrews writes these fascinating words: "In bringing many sons to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the author of their salvation perfect through suffering." (Hebrews 2:10). God didn't miss a trick here. Before He could come up smiling, Jesus needed to go to the very bottom of the pit.
Down the row a bit from Pong sat Pui, the 16 year-old who was recently raped. Next to her was a 17 year-old who was raped on May 8, just before she came to The Well. Behind me sat one of our students whose mom started pimping her at age 17. She spent several years selling herself to support the drug habit of her and her unemployed boyfriend.
It is right that we are here. It is right that our work is very often difficult and trying, not because the work is hard, but because we love these women so much. When there is love, there will be sacrifice, the kind where Jesus set the standard.
Last Sunday night we went and picked up Pear, our other 13 year-old. Pear went A.W.O.L. a good month ago, and moved into a restaurant/brothel. We were beside ourselves, but she would not leave, and we were too unfamiliar with the legal system to trust that if we got the owner arrested, a) it wouldn't make things nasty for the women we do have at The Well, and b) it wouldn't make things even worse for Pear. Thank the Lord, last week she ran away. Her mom asked us to pick her up tonight, so she is now a foster child in our own home.
Pong is in the process of meeting Jesus. I think she will like what she learns about Him. Meanwhile, thanks to the generous help of lots of people who support The Well, we will indeed take care of her. She's already asking to bring a couple of relatives in similar situations, both also in their 30's.
There is an answer to suffering. It's not easy, and I certainly don't give it out as a pat answer. The answer is simply love--when we lovingly choose to suffer together with those who suffer, something happens, a special bond forms between us. In the process, their loneliness fades, the hopelessness gives way.
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