My dog howled every time I hit a certain note on my bamboo flute. He would lift up his head and cry as if he were calling upon a sweetheart in another village. I am not musically inclined in any form or fashion, but it was about time I learned more about Cambodian music and learn how to play at least one traditional instrument, even if it was only my dog who appreciated my level of playing.
When in Cambodia, I had the opportunity to meet and interact with Sairengpuia Sailo. He was a missionary sent out from Mizoram, Northeast India as a missionary to Cambodia.
Jesus bled red for the Jew, for the Burmese, for the Ethiopian, for the man, and for the woman.
Jesus said go and make disciples of the nations . . . what if the nations come to you?
What cross-cultural Christian workers think, say, and do on Day 1 will either empower or disempower local people to be all they can be for God in their communities on Day 100.
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