One of the joys of being a teacher is the built in vacation days! This week we had a glorious three day weekend... I love those. But, instead of sleeping in and vegging out like my body wanted to, I joined the wonderful junior class for a little road trip. The six hour drive started off well---- five vans and junk food and lots of ipods made these 4o something students happy. I was a little concerned when my van driver started swerving before it even got dark--- after that I was wide awake!

This wasn't just any ordinary road trip--- let me explain. For the past four years this class from Grace has visited a school/home in Mae Sot which is on the Thai/Burmese border. The kids at this center come from the currently largest refugee camp in the world. The 1 km long camp houses over 60,000 people as of today. It's estimated to have had as many as 75,000 at one time. These Karen kids at the center are given the opportunity of education in hopes that they may be able to apply for citizenship in another country. I can't go into much detail here, but if you're interested in finding out more about this stateless people group and the current situation in Burma, I'd love to fill you in.
The Karen language is much different from Thai---- and the kids at the center actually speak English very well. So, we were able to communicate easily with them as we hung out for 3 days, played games, sang, danced, shared our testimonies, ate spicy food, heard their heart-wrenching stories, and laughed a ton.
Hangin out in the girls' room.

Game time! Balloon stomp was fun for everyone.... here were the final two champs.

We made bracelets with the girls... the boys were off wrestling or doing something manly, I'm sure.

The juniors partnered up with the kids at the center for prayer time...



One of our boys thinks he's a stud.... he was mostly happy because these Karen girls say he looks Karen.

Singin' Time... One of our juniors plays guitar as we hear these girls' gorgeous voices.

Here's a little sample of the kids singing to us at the center. They're singing in Karen.
Photo Sharing - Upload Video - Video Sharing - Share PhotosWe even taught the girls how to do the Virginia Reel--- the music isn't quite country, but not everyone's from Texas. It was a hilarious sight to behold.
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These 13-16 year olds were so much fun.... then you mix in our 11th graders and it just gets plain crazy!

Group hug good-byes...

Reality hit me this weekend of the blessing it is to have a place where we belong. A country we call home. A citizenship that allows us to live freely and travel to other places because we have a passport--- all we've ever known is a sense of belonging. I really can't fathom not having that. I can't fathom having my life threatened because there wasn't a country that recognized me as a human being. Beyond an earthly sense of belonging, as a believer in Jesus Christ, I have a citizenship for eternity in heaven. That is my home. No one can take that from me. Yet, I don't deserve it.
These Karen kids aren't safe in their own country because they aren't recognized as citizens. They are only allowed in refugee camps and places like this home in Thailand because they aren't recognized as citizens here either. Some of these have been arrested just trying to get from the camp to the center or to jobs within the country. Their life is behind walls and barbed wire fences. Yet, many of them know where their eternal citizenship is found. Many others still need to hear and believe.
But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.
Phil. 3:20-21