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You Can’t.

Posted on 15, Feb

Before leaving on the World Race over a year ago, my sister questioned my desire to go in many ways.  The biggest question I remember hearing over and over again was, “how can you go, help these starving people, help the homeless, be with orphaned children for a few weeks and then leave them?”  It was a valid question, and most of the time I had no good answer…in fact, I don’t think I ever had an answer.

Today, I will answer it…You Can’t.

In reverse order, I will answer why that is…

Thailand – Walking down the streets of the Nana Entertainment District (overshadowed by the Marriott Hotel) I had no clue how real the sex-tourism was.  From the broken lives of the girls being treated as nobodies in this world to the hurting, lost men lurking the streets, there is not a day that I can walk and not think about the far reaching effects of Human Trafficking, and the need for people…US…to walk into horrible situations and bring Hope into them…Bringing Jesus and God’s Kingdom to them…everyday I think of them…everyday.

Cambodia – My stay was short in Cambodia, but in the few weeks there, I spent some time at the “Happy Tree Orphanage” where many kids diagnosed with HIV or AIDS were living.  I remember two of the girls, who decided that they needed to have me do a photo shoot of them, and in turn gave me a tour of the AIDS hospital.  As I walked through the halls and around the playground, it hit hard that these kids all have a very short life expectancy.  I wonder today how many are still alive, how many are sick, how many of them know what they are up against in life.  Also in Cambodia I can’t get out of my mind the faces of many victims of land mines, still active in the countryside.  Or the stories of survivors of the mass genocide that took place in the killing fields.  I saw the need for God’s healings, the need for Jesus to come into these places and truly turn around the future of the country.  I still see the need for all of US.

Vietnam – A country that I love so dearly, faces that I think about every day.  From the multitudes of orphans that have birth defects resulting from chemicals spread during the Vietnam-American War to the college students who are some of the most incredibly friendly people in the world, I can’t go a day without thinking of them all.  I remember many of the people who I encountered in Vietnam, and see how God is moving in that country…a country where the government would rather not have anything to do with Christianity, to which laws forbid much of the freedom that we have in America.  It’s a country that has prostitution and human trafficking that is growing quickly, they are in need of Jesus to use US to help direct the future of Vietnam as well as Christianity in the nation.  I remember them daily…and don’t forget any of it…ever.
Thailand (Northern) – The villages in northern Thailand captured a special part of me.  Maybe it was the growth of the church, the drug addicted villages transforming ever so quickly, the welcoming people, the smiles on everyone’s faces…there are thousands of reasons that I could speak of on why I loved northern Thailand.  There is a huge and intense need for Jesus to use US in northern Thailand as there are people in great danger and living in fear of the Burmese Army.  There are hundreds of thousands of people…humans…fleeing from Burma in fear of their lives.  It is a really catastrophic situation which needs Heaven to be lived out on Earth…through US…not a day goes by that I don’t think of them…not a day.
India – A country that was a struggle for me…in many ways…is in great need for Jesus to create a movement quickly.  A place where the government shuts down many Christian run organizations.  It is a country where overcrowded streets create for dangerous (and rather humorous and exciting) travel situations.  Many people in India come across as rather difficult and aggressive at times.  It was a difficult place for many reasons, but I know that Jesus is moving there.  The needs in India range from God breathed healings and miracules are needed for the orphaned children, the trafficked children, the lepers living in colonies, the hungry, the hurting, the lonely people living each day asking for distress…they need US…and I haven’t forgotten it one day.
South Africa – The orphaned children, the HIV & AIDS victims, the graphic living situations, the danger, the lack of value on human existence.  There’s no way that I can forget many situations I found myself in in Africa…held up at gunpoint, sitting in the dirt with orphans, seeing the white vs black struggle, the physical/emotional/spiritual hunger that rages through many in S. Africa…not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of the needs for Jesus in Africa…not a day goes by.
Swaziland – What more needs to be said about a country so engulfed in the AIDS / HIV epidemic that the average life expectancy is near or less than 30 years old.  The need for healing, food for the hungry, and education are in huge demand for this small country.  The ways that God used US in Swaziland will continue forever.  Not a day goes by that I don’t somehow think of the kids walking miles after miles for the one meal they will get in any given day.  Not a day.
Mozambique – What a time it was for US in this beautiful country.  The incredible healings that take place in Mozambique, the hunger for significance, the thousands of orphans, the grateful and welcoming people in Mozambique, the horrible roads…it’s all part of why I loved my time in Mozambique.  Again, not a day goes by that I don’t think of the people WE prayed for, the lives that were transformed and changed in this country of hurt and poverty.  Miss it daily…and never a day that I don’t think of it…
Bolivia – There’s no way I can forget this beautiful…beautiful…beautiful country.  From the incredible mountains to the lush green of the rainforest, it is gorgeous.  The landscape can’t fool you though, this is one of the poorest countries of South America, being landlocked severely limits it’s export capabilities, causing industry to overlook the country.  The constant turnover in their Government causes turmoil daily in much of the country…yet Jesus is lived out in this country.  I miss the time in the rainforest working on the orphanage…while I may not have met any of the children that are now living in the orphanage that we helped to complete, they are constantly on my mind.  Never a day goes by that I don’t think of the nights I spent with Rusty and some of the girls of our squad talking (attempting to talk) to Remberto, an amazing missionary to his country, who left everything behind to build orphanages around Bolivia with his family.  He is an amazing man…I miss him daily.
Peru – From the vast desert-like area of Chincha to the lush Amazon Jungle, I miss it all daily.  I miss so many of the people at the Iglesia Berrea in Iquitos, or Templo La Mies in Nauta…I can’t get the images and lives they are living out of my mind.  I can’t forget that Pastor Nester is living in Los Jardines, Chincha…and the earthquake torn area surrounding him.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of those days…not one day.

Through all of this, I come back to my sister’s question…”how can you go, stay there for a little while and leave?” and my answer is … you can’t.

Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wondering what I’m doing of significance.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of these countries and the multitude of things that I could be doing to help any one of them.  Not a day goes by that I don’t wonder how many people I encountered are still among us.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of the lives that could be turned to God…through you or me.

Yet things hold us back….that’s for another blog though…for now, oh sister of mine…my answer still remains empty…while I did see so many people, and sit in awe of so many things across the world, I still must say, I don’t know how…other than it changes your life in more ways than I can count…and (not to brag, but…) I can count pretty high.
“You Can” … the more up-beat blog coming soon!!!
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Children of the World

Posted on 4, Nov
They look like ordinary children.

They play like ordinary children.

They like ice cream like ordinary children.

They are HIV+

They have a BRIGHT future!

Once again I stare into the eyes of children living in this world, wondering if they will ever have opportunities like I have in life.  Wondering if living 30 years will ever be in their future.  As this year draws closer and closer to an end, the reality of what I’ve seen this year and what I’ll see in the years to come is heart-wrenching.  I remember Swaziland, where the average life expectancy is less than 30 years old in a nation terrorized by HIV…over 50% of it’s population is infected with the deadly virus.  Now I’m in Cambodia, dealing with the same type of issues.  The problem is worldwide.  Children who have done nothing to deserve the cards dealt to them in life are facing a life of difficulties.

The reality of staring and playing with the kids today was somewhat too real for me.  They played on the swings just like I did as a kid.  They practiced writing letters just the same as I did when I was learning to write.  I don’t think they realized the life that is extremely likely coming their way, a life of hardships resulting from AIDS.  As I played with many of these kids, I prayed over their lives.  Will they suffer from the various effects of HIV…or will I pray to the point of having faith that they are healed?  Will God instill the knowledge in someone to finally find the cure for AIDS?  What if I actually had the faith to stare into these children’s eyes and see a bright future?  Well, today I decided that I did.  I can no longer push children on swings and write their future off as a disaster…instead I am going to pray over them and believe that their future is full of health and long life!

Am I crazy?  I sure hope not!  The human life is too precious.  The human life is too unbelievable to give up hope.  What if we all had the faith to move mountains?  What if we all joined together and asked for more miracles?  What if we demanded signs and wonders from God?  What if He gave them to us?  Then what would you do?

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Photography…worth it?

Posted on 3, Oct

Photography…WHY?

My parents have a red velvet box (at least that’s how I remember it…maybe it’s not like that and I made that up in my head!) full of old family pictures.  I can remember every once in a blue moon looking at that box full of dust in the closet, and laughing at it.  I recall my old philosophy in life, “why should you even take pictures?  all they do is end up getting shoved in a drawer or closet and you never look at them again…you just move them from house to house because you can’t do life without them, but you never see them…the dust from them would just make you sneeze if you did look at them, so why would you?”  I remember that conversation…I used to joke with my parents about it every time they would take a picture with their disposable camera.

I mocked it.

Looking back, I am slightly surprised that I had that philosophy.  My grandpa LOVED old photographs.  I remember it vividly, he had photo albums…a white one with a gold design on it, a green one with a gold design on it, and I think a red one too.  He loved to show it to anyone and everyone that walked through the door.  The albums were worn down, slightly falling apart.  The photos were falling out (which those of you who know my grandfather know that he also liked to fix things…so he would tape those pictures back in with whatever he could find around the house…even if it was a band-aid).  But it was something he loved, something that he would get all worked up about when you’d open one of the plastic paged albums.  There were pictures of old houses, pictures of his kids when they were young, pictures of grandkids, pictures of his days in Germany, pictures of who knows what…literally.  Going one step further, he loved growing his photo albums with one of the old Polaroid cameras (you know, the ones you’d put the cartridge in and take a picture…blow on the picture as it came out and within 4 minutes you’d have a complete photograph in your hands).  He would make my dad go to the store just to buy more film for his Polaroid camera.

I must have gotten some of his appreciation for this in some way.

But what on earth am I going to do with the tens of thousands of pictures I’ve taken from this year?  I get that question all too often to ignore it.  Let’s just say I don’t have any clue.  I seriously have no idea what I’m going to do with them…but I’m open to suggestions!

So I don’t know what to do with them…why the heck am I doing this?

I must start to ask that question as well, I am living much of my life behind the lens of my camera this year.  People tell me that the photos I take are great, my teammates take them for their blogs all the time, so there must be something good about them…but still I must ask, why?  Just to let them collect dust on DVD’s and store them in my parent’s basement forever?

OK…why do I take pictures to begin with then?

Today I was at a Vietnam War museum.  There were tons of photographs hanging on the walls, all with nothing more than a very short description of what’s happening in the picture.  But then there was one wall full of pictures of photographers.  I started looking at the pictures all over a little closer.  I had to.  I looked at the pictures for what they are worth.  Each picture has a story to go with it.  Each person in the pictures has a story.  Most have stories of hardships.  Many have stories ending in death…it was a war museum after-all.  I simply couldn’t let it go today as I looked into the eyes of some of the people in the pictures, or as I looked deep into the landscape of some of the pictures.  I read a quote on the wall by Neil Sheehan talking about photographs…

“…Photographs are the images of history rescued from the oblivion of mortality.  Long after those who died to take these photographs are gone, long after those of us who knew them and survived them and remember their experience are gone in our turn, the images they captured will remain to show generations to come the face of the war in Indochina.
…Yet all of these photojournalists of Indochina prevailed in the end.  In a war in which so many died for illusions, and foolish causes, and mad dreams — these men and women of the camera conquered death through their immortal photographs.”  –Neil Sheehan

A part of me has died this year.  The old self is withering away to nothing, and the new me is {hopefully} shining through.  That’s it.  Many of the people God’s led me to this year have little voice in this world much beyond their village.  Many may never see much beyond their village’s limits.  Only a few people from outside the village will ever meet them.  But I did…and I can take you there through the photographs, and the stories.  I’ve been up against a wall writing blogs lately, I’m 100% uninspired to do it…and I’m convinced that it’s a spiritual stronghold.  There are plenty of people out there that I think you NEED to meet.  I met some of the greatest people in the world in the past several months, people that you may never meet unless I introduce you to them.  In the same way, these people need to meet Jesus…and unless I take Him there, they may never meet Him.  It’s really a two-fold ministry opportunity…I can introduce these people and places to you…places that NEED your prayers to cover them daily…and I can in turn introduce them to the ONE that they need to know.

Yesterday my domain name expired…I didn’t have any clue that it was going to expire…it just did…and within 12 hours of it expiring, I had 4 e-mails telling me about it.  I guess that’s what did it for me…God’s screaming to me to keep on doing it.  It’s what confirmed to me that people really do look at those pictures.  It confirmed to me that it’s not wasted effort, or wasted space on some storage space in cyberland.  I am seriously looking for what to do with these photographs…as Neil Sheehan stated, when I leave this world, the photographs don’t…so what now?  So what if they live on…it still means nothing if I hide them in a drawer or let dust collect on them in a closet.

These people all have a story, a story of successes and failures, a story filled with joy and sadness, a story of life and death…please take these people into your hearts.  Put yourselves into their worlds for a bit…you may not know their story, but look into their eyes, look into the wrinkles on their face.  One of my favorite songs is by Brandi Carlile, The Story, it’s chorus is something like, “All of these lines across my face, Tell you the story of where I’ve been, But these stories don’t mean anything, If you’ve got no one to tell them too, It’s true, I was made for you”  It’s true…take time to really look into the faces of those I introduce you to in the last leg of this journey.  Truly realize that they are begging to meet you, so please let them in…let photography truly be a part of my ministry this year, let it be an effective part.  Say a prayer for this person..it’s not hard, you don’t need to know their names…or their story…just know that they are humans, searching for answers, asking to be known.
Oh yeah, I did renew my website, so it is back up and working…I hear various reports of different web browsers working differently…if you can’t get them on Internet Explorer try Firefox or Safari!

www.markstratmann.com

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