The Wedding Crashers

It is Saturday evening in Phnom Penh. I am tired, but not exhausted, nor discouraged. We (Dave and I) have had a a great time. We are healthy, and so far productive. The weather is fine (sorry -- I just HAD to say that), the compay is good, and the food is fine. (What that they say about "suffering for Christ"? )

Today it was my turn to go to the church to pick up our truck for the days activities. I hired a moto -- a small motorcycle driven by a small, but fearless Cambodian; the taxi of Phnom Penh. Took it to the church (about 3 miles awaay) to drive the tru ck back.

A digression ... Cambodian weddings are kind of like a Block Party; they set up a tent across the street, completely blocking it for traffic. I'm sure it is a lot of fun for the guests, but plays havoc with traffic. No one seems to mind though. This will go on for about two days! Everyone adjusts.

On the way to the church, we turned up a street and saw the Wedding Tent. Vehicle traffic was backing out of the street back into heavy traffic; not too fun (to say nothing about safe) . The hardy moto driver, however, is not imtimidated by a mere tent across the street and on we go. (This, too, seems to be the norm.) Driving up to the tent at a pretty good clip we simply drive on through passing seated and eating guests; everyone smiling. We moto-d past the hor's d'oervres trays sooooo close. If they had not still been moving, or maybe I could identify what they were, I might simply have reached out and grabbed a bite! An amazing culture.

Tomorrow we will worship at a Korean mission church. I have scheduled a meeting with a doctor friend and a young man who runs a ministry to street children. Both should be terrific.

Thank you for your prayers and notes of encouragement; they are helpful, appreciated, heard by God, and fun to read!

Ready to come with us next time?