He Knows my Name
About a year ago, one of the songs we often sang at our church was entitled “He Knows my Name”. What ministered to me about this song was that the God of the universe would be aware of me, would be able to call me by name. My new Burmese friends need to have a glimpse of that feeling. So I have worked hard at learning their names. I want to call people by name to help point them up to a God that loves them so much that He knows their name. In this blog I will often give you the name of a Burmese friend in writing, usually I have to read it and then try it out with my friends until I pronounce it correctly and can call them by name. For those of you who want to get involved we have a pictorial directory.
Here is an excellent post by Mark Cahill that continues this theme on names http://www.markcahill.org/news/0910news.html
Along these same lines are the life stories of my Burmese friends. I share bits and pieces with you but as they speak better English, they can tell us more and more about God’s miraculous hand in keeping them safe as they left a country with a military that persecuted them. In the weeks ahead we will try to feature some of these emerging stories on this blog. Stories about freedom fighters, 20 year long refugee stints, untimely death of close family members, new hope, deep faith, malnutrition, love stories of married couples that met as refugees, and stories of all of us growing together in our walk with Jesus.