Slava Kachkovskiy

Slava Kachkovskiy

Two young boys eagerly come to see us every Saturday we arrive at the school in Mae Sot. The last time they spent a long time behind the computer singing worship songs in Burmese and asking me to turn on the song bless the lord o my soul. They walk around at times, not sure of what to do, then next thing I know, they are either watering the plants all over the school grounds with just a bucket or sweeping the floor of the house. These two boys live with their grandmother in a small room who often brings us food over. They spent time teaching me Burmese and share their one and only container of yogurt.

Friday, 20 February 2015 12:57

Fruits of the Great Commission

“Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, BAPTIZING them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost” Matthew 28:19

How many times in our lives have we heard about, thought about, or spoke about the Great commission? We had joined in this commission of teaching and preaching about 2 years ago and now we see it. What we had prayed for, plus, the seeds that were planted and watered by many previous volunteers have brought forth fruit. In the past two years, we had seen those lives transformed from withdrawn to open. Hearts change from hard to soft. Complexions change from sadness to joy. This past month, seven of our Avoda students were baptized and have become members of our church.

Saturday, 07 March 2015 12:52

A Special Heart (Kristina)

The first time I saw her she was playing hide and seek with the little kids in the barnyard. Running amidst hay and cows, she made the game fun for the little ones. She was quick to accept me, a foreigner in her area and we parted with hugs.

Today I went back to the slums in Mae Sot to visit the kids who go to our school. I searched for her, hoping to see her. It was important that I saw her, because it was her the Lord put on my hearts to help. One woman had donated enough funds to help two girls who are at risk of being trafficked get out of the situation. As we drove towards Mae Sot, she came to mind. Could this be the girl God had chosen?

She was nowhere in sight. A bit discouraged I prayed and waited for her to show up, as I surveyed the scene before me. Kids playing sword fighting with a stick, a man chasing a sheep, catching it by one leg and carrying it off, cows and bulls in their stalls, Burmese women with little children at work.

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