I didn’t know a lot about Myanmar before going, but one thing I had known was that their government is closed to foreign adoptions. For whatever reason, they wish to keep their own in country. A day or two of being there and I felt certain, if that policy were changed, this orphanage would be half empty in a week and I (and everyone else who has ever visited) would be needing a bigger house. I couldn’t understand why the Burmese government wouldn’t allow these poor children to be rescued to a better life. It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair. But the more and more time we spent there, the more we learned about Joseph’s story and all the amazing things his family is doing there, we learned how these children are being rescued and educated, raised to love and serve God and each other, my mind changed. I saw something in this place that doesn’t exist in the United States. Something about that community that I’ve never experienced and still struggle to describe. But for all the things they may lack, the really important things they have in spades, much more than we do here. I began not to feel bad for them, but to be jealous for my own children that they wouldn’t grow up in such a wonderful community.
Now, I must pause here to make an important point. I don’t want to falsely portray everything as sunshine and rainbows. These children are orphans. Many do not have either parent alive. Others do but are unwanted or their family is simply unable to care for them. Other stories are far worse and include abuse of all sorts. These children need us and our support. But their place, at least for now, is in Myanmar; Myanmar, where they will grow up to be a generation of men and women of change, of love and compassion for their own people, spreading the love and Word of God.
So, pray for them, support them, write letters and befriend them. Love these amazing children, with hopes, dreams, and fears; who play soccer, make friendship bracelets, play duck-duck-goose and musical chairs, who sing and dance with joy and enthusiasm, despite their circumstances; children that are more like us than they are different.
I hope you enjoy the images from my trip, perhaps my story and images will spark you to want to visit Myanmar yourself. Or maybe you’d be able to offer some financial support, or even simply write a letter. If you’re interested in learning more about ways you can make an impact, please visit www.calvaryglobalkids.org
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