Just a common black and white dog, like so many Thai dogs in the jungle mountains. They are not pets, they are seldom loved and cared for. Many are sick, infected, mangey, skinny, and unlovely, and all are hungry and looking for something to eat. People eat dogs around here. Sometimes I see 6 puppies bouncing around every day. Suddenly they are gone. Three village boys killed and ate them. I once made a pet out of a terribly sick and mangey black dog that had 5 puppies. A truck ran over her foot and it got infected. I put a charcoal poultice on it and treated her eyes and skin. I fed her well and she became healthy and beautiful with shining black fur. I named her “Blackie.” She followed me to all the villages and never left my side. I really loved that dog. One day Blackie made the mistake of chasing a neighbor’s chicken. I could not find her anywhere after that. The boy next door had shot her and eaten her. I still miss Blackie!
I am in the habit of running almost every morning, and have come across unfriendly threatening dogs in many different places. So far I had not been bitten, but surely thought I would be a couple of times.
One morning at 5:30a.m. I began my run in the dark as usual. I have to go through BYT first, so I wait to run until I am out of the village because I don’t want to start the dogs barking and wake everybody up. I crossed the first river footbridge and walked past the first house. It was perfectly silent everywhere in the village. Suddenly something vehemently struck my right leg with great force. There was no growl no bark. In my shock my throat spontaneously let out a loud croaking nose, but nobody heard or saw, thankfully. I shone the faint little light from my iPod at the black and white dog that was making a retreat! Wow that really hurt, but I did’t know how bad it was because I was determined to run, and I didn’t want to look until my run was finished, even though it was painful.
I have 3 puncture wounds and one tear about 3/4 inch long. I have to receive 5 rabies shots and 3 tetanus toxoids shots over a certain time period. Thankfully I have my own tetanus and the hospital let me purchase the rest of the rabies shots and give them to myself. I could never make it all the way back to MaeSot 4 more times on the exact day. I let BletJhaw learn how to give shots and he did a great job with the rest of them. That place on my leg still hurts to this day.
My Mother told me she always prays that the elephants and snakes won’t harm me, but she never thought to pray about vicious dogs!
It was only a week or two later that a Mother from GeGhah came to our clinic carrying her 7 year old daughter, AhReeAh. AhReeAh had been bitten by the same dog that day, only her bites were 4 times worse than mine! That dog had chewed several times on her left leg. Poor poor child! I cleaned it well and applied a charcoal poultice, then she went for rabies shots and now returns every day for cleaning. It is healing well, although she refused to walk for an entire week.
This dog has now bitten a total of 6 people. I am indignant and ready to kill that dog myself or go tie it up. Why in the world doesn’t somebody kill that dog and eat it? These people of the jungle eat anything that moves – like rats, snakes, dogs, spiders, flies, bees, frogs, turtles, crawdads, grubs, and worms. This is actually not a complete list of the various creatures that get eaten around here.
The news just came to us that someone did kill that vicious dog and he will no longer be attacking innocent people and children! Won’t heaven be marvelous, where you can have a beloved pet that stays close to your side? They will not be vicious to you, nor will the people be vicious to kill and eat them.
Roses in my garden! Forgive me for putting common roses on my webpage, but they grow well here and I never want to forget their beauty, fragrance, encouragement, and cheer that God gave me through them during difficult, lonely, trying times!
Here is my faithful worker! Today I want to express my appreciation and gratefulness for his courageous, and untiring work.
He has heard God’s calling to his heart to work in these jungle villages for the past 8 years. He is one out of thousands of young people who has not answered God’s call with the words: “I pray thee, have me excused!” He has answered by saying: “Here am I, send me!” He has put every self denying effort into making the soul saving work for God first priority in his life. ”
People have incredulously asked him,
“How can you stay in this place, so far away, so isolated, so difficult to get to, and so dangerous, for 8 long years?” It seems that nobody else wishes to “Throw his life away.” like this.
Haven’t they read and understand the scriptures saying: “He that findes his life shall lose it: and he that loses his life for My sake shall find it?” Matthew 10:39
Sometimes our work gets very tiring when we have to go to other villages and check patients, they refuse to go to the hospital, we sometimes have to return several times to treat them physically, then finally they consent to go. These trips sometimes go back to back throughout the entire week or two. Sometimes we must go in several different directions every day to take care of the sick. BletJhaw is doing all the difficult driving for hours and hours, and days upon days. Yet he does not complain, and when I ask him on a scale of 1-10 how tired he is, ( I am tired mostly from sitting so long and getting jolted and tossed around the entire time), yet he has always answered “0” or “1.” He will often say after arriving home late at night: “I could make it back to Meta hospital right now if I really had to.”
Just the amount of driving is not the whole story. It is the difficulty and danger of steep drop offs, rocks, roots, ruts and tight squeezes between passing trucks in dangerous places. One time we were going straight up the steep place on the concrete section, when a big government truck was coming down. When you stop on this grade of steepness, it is dreadful and scary to start back up, plus the concrete edge of the road was sharp and dropped down, and the weeds covered up the sheer drop-off down the side of the mountain. It was a time when we held our breath and prayed out loud. I leaned out the window examining the tiny strip of land that may not be solid, that we had to drive on, while BletJhaw pulled his mirror in and put a hair’s breath between us and the big truck. BletJhaw is praying as he is driving and the angels respond by one miracle after another. We are traveling in places where and when others wouldn’t dare to go because of the wild elephants. With his hand in God’s hand, he courageously will drive right through time and time again in order to help the sick. . . . And I haven’t even addressed rainy season! No words to describe that.
Driving the motorcycle is also his job – another amazing feat! You need nerves of steel to make it in many places where there is no smooth strip of land between a cliff and long huge ruts. Put that together with a big bag of medicine in front of him and me on the back! Rainy season is sheer torcher to all! And the danger of poisonous snakes while on the motorbike is a huge threat. One week ago a young man was driving these roads when he came across a huge cobra right across the road in front of him the size of a large man’s upper arm. It was a bad place and he could not stop. He had to run right over him. That snake lifted up his body and fanned out his hood toward him. We had a similar experience but did not have to run directly over it!
Walking in the rain is another adventure that we do not look forward to. In these mountains there is hardly any flat easy places. It is either straight up or straight down. You are wet, muddy, tired, shoulders aching because of the heavy backpack, and feet are trying to slip away under you. At times you cannot find a suitable place to rest your next footsteps, and at times you fall down. Leaches add to the discomforts and they will itch like mad for the next 2 weeks at least! All this is done with joy and thanksgiving because we are carrying supplies to take care of the people’s physical and spiritual needs. God goes with us and He promises all of heaven!
I also want to thank BletJhaw for all his preaching, teaching, worships, prayers, and leadership with the youth Sabbath School. Though the work is slow and unpromising at times, he keeps a cheerful spirit and applies himself to the work whole heartedly. I haven’t even addressed all the interpreting he does for me with patients and for all my sermons, worships, prayers and Bible studies.
BletJhaw is very humble and takes no credit for anything himself, even though he has a lot talent to add to this work. He is musical and plays the guitar for church and worships constantly.
He sings beautifully for God and has quite a lot of wisdom in handling our most difficult situations.
He loves the babies, little children and elderly people all the same. He cares for each patient with tender loving care even though we may not have eaten for a very long time, or may be dead tired, or woken up in the middle of the night. I might add that after working alongside with me for so long, he can handle most of the the patient load if he had to. He is a wonderful Father to his own children, husband, and missionary. I find myself thanking God for him and his family every day! What a privilege to work with a young person who has the same heart and passion to save souls as I do. Who is a totally consecrated worker – awake to the worth of the souls for whom Jesus died! Please pray for him as much as you pray for me in this work, as I depend on him for so much!
“Ten truly converted, willing minded, unselfish workers can do more in the missionary field than one hundred…working without deep love for souls.” Testimonies 4:602
Every Sunday now for the past 3 weeks the people of BYT (BeYoTa) and WST (WaSuTa) have been working together to clear a place in front and to the side of our little BYT chapel! We are scraping the funds together to expand this church towards the front and side. It is hard work digging and dragging the dirt, but so much fun to be working together for God’s remnant church!
“Dear Father in Heaven thank you Lord for the growth of our church. You have begun a good work here, and Your promise is that you will complete it. Please, in this place of worship may the pure holy rays of light be shed to all around. Bring the people understanding of Your Word that is spoken here. Please bring the power of Your Holy Spirit upon us at each meeting and church service, so that the messages will be powerful and not fall lifeless to the ground. Please give us wisdom to prepare our sermons and worships according to the needs of the people. Also by the drawing power of Jesus who died so that these might live, bring the people from far and near so that Your death will not be in vain for them. Lead us to the ones who are wistfully looking for something better in their lives, but don’t know where to turn. Give us a relationship with them so they will come and learn. Keep out Satan and all the evil host, with his doubts, deceits, and distractions and put a hedge about the people who gather in this church that their hearts may melt and open to the convictions of the Holy Spirit and give them power to make the changes that they need so badly in their lives. Please give them each a personal experience and relationship with you and the joy and peace that results. And as they raise their voices in prayer to You from this place, please give them the assurance of Your presence Your answers and Your guidance.
Thank you for placing us here and helping us sow the precious seeds, the results of which are unknown to us now, but are all in Your hands and will cause us to rejoice throughout all eternity and add more stars to Your crown and ours!
Oh Lord You are so gracious and excellent, loving and tender, faithful and true and we thank you with all we have, and all we are in service to You, by Your grace alone. In Jesus name. Amen.”
February 13, 2018
I begin the day asking the Lord to take control. I submit my will to Him and know that whatever lies ahead He already knows and has provided for it. I take my usual run, reflecting on the passage I had just read in 2Timothy 4:16-18. Paul was so lonely – no man stood with him, but then he said, “Notwithstanding the Lord stood with me and strengthened me. “ Oh how sweet is that! God is enough! He is standing by me today too with love and strength for my day!
With a light heart I swing into the day of treating patients. There’s a lady with pneumonia, a boy with a fat tick deep in his ear, eye injury, urinary track infections, skin rashes, and several sick babies.
Now we are off to CooDooMai village. We have never made a medical trip to this village before because it seems to be out of our territory – too far away, but today we go because most, if not all the people have come to our clinic in the past and ask us repeatedly to visit them.
When we arrive we find out that the people have all gone to work on their rice gardens – to clear the land. We only visit one man who cannot work, TheyMoo, the one who broke his ankle and got the short leg cast, then went home and tore it off because he wanted to try the devil way. Now his ankle cannot bend, he cannot walk without a stick and a terrible limp. So sad to see such a young man, messed up for life because of the devil’s deceit! We prayed for the poor man in his house.
We decide we will go to BlaGlow next because it is still early and we have all our medical supplies with us. We are really covering the miles on the motorbike today! Halfway to BlaGlow, we stop abruptly. What are these fresh footprints in the dust?
Looks like a large elephant with a baby has just walked down this pathway ahead of us. Do we dare keep going? NO! That would be suicide. Some of these elephants really hate people and you have to drop your bike and run pell mell for your life. (We found out later that on that very night a man in CooDooMai village woke up hearing strange noises in the jungle and went out to see what it was. I don’t know how far away from his house he was, but the wild elephant charged him. The man fled to his house and just made it in through the door before the elephant got him)!
By now it is well past noon and it is too late to venture to yet another village, so homeward bound. The roads are dry, but the problem now is the thick dust! In some of the very steep places the dust can be 8 inches deep and is very difficult.
Arriving home we find out that several patients have been waiting, then more patients come. In-between I do garden work. BletJaw and Jerry build a gate at the end of our driveway because the old fence is sadly broken and the cows are getting in!
The sun is going down, as two men approach on a motorbike. They tell us that their brother, JaLa age 45, in NeLeeGwee village is very sick, not eating, stomach and chest pain, shortness of breath, and they seem to think he is going to be unconscious because at times he is confused and cannot think straight. He thinks he’s going to die. We better drive the truck because he may have to go straight to the hospital. We must go and see him even though it is a long and difficult drive and already so late! We prepare ourselves for a long tiring night!
When I examine this patient I am impressed that his problem is drugs. He has mainlined opium, (Heroin), three times a day for over 30 years, and to make matters worse he has just recently taken the mad horse medicine, which is a primitive – home made style of METH! People often take too much or take it with alcohol or opium and actually fry their brains. They either die, or are never the same again and act crazy the rest of their life! I wish to give him massive doses of activated charcoal, but I have none with me. The people want to go to the hospital in the morning. We tenderly teach JaLa and all the people who have gathered around, the dangers of smoking, drugs and alcohol. We tell them about the love of Jesus, and that He is the only One able to help them overcome these bad habits and we pray for JaLa and all the people. Because of our past Bible work in this village many people know some of the truths in the Bible.
The very next morning after a very short night sleep we make the long trip again to NeLeeGwee village. I have the unspeakable blessing and privilege to pray with all the people before we leave the village. I include the gospel story in my prayer and I have the distinct feeling of the Holy Spirit in the midst of us. As my heart is escalated to the heavenly courts in prayer, I get a sense of this little forgotten village tucked away far in the jungle, and all the people around me with their heads bowed, eyes closed and hands folded! They are not forgotten of God. Words cannot express the enormity of my heart-bursting gratefulness to God for putting me here where nobody has ever carried the good news of salvation before!
We now have the longest leg of our journey, passing the elephants unharmed, even though it was just a few hours before and a few footsteps away, that the man got chased into his house!
The hospital staff are usually not compassionate to the poor jungle people who are filthy and have abused opium, never-the-less every trip we make with the patients, binds them to our hearts and us to them. We have more opportunity to teach them about their health and to show them the wonderful Jesus in our actions, words, and prayers!
From Mrs. White’s pen:
“Come close to the great heart of pitying love, and let the current of that divine compassion flow from you into the hearts of others.” CCh 255.4
Our patient load is increasing by leaps and bounds. It is hard to ever leave our house because we constantly meet people who are just traveling in to see us. Some have come quite a long way on foot, or motorbike, and we simply cannot leave them unattended. One time we were over halfway up the shortcut road in the truck, when we met PaJew bringing his Mother to us. I felt so sorry for her that I told them I would jump on their motorbike with them and go back to BYT! BletJhaw had to wait right there in the truck.
That was a difficult ride with 3 of us squished onto one bike seat and going up and down those very steep, rough places. The poor motor bike was quite old also. Glad I am kind of small!! Only had to walk one time, plus the lady got the medical care that she desperately needed. I am so happy to care for these dear people!
People treated this week were lacerations to suture, scrub typhus, allergic reactions, bug in the ear, lots of tonsillitis, pharyngitis, asthma, bronchitis, COPD, otitis media, gastritis, abscesses, mouth infections, multiple aches and pains, tooth extraction, and a leach like water animal living up inside the nose of a 4 year old boy for 5 days! To say nothing of the lady we took to the hospital with numbness from the waist down, and all the routine type patients.
One Thursday we were headed to LaGlah on the motorbike for our routine medical work and Bible studies in that village. About halfway we pass a motorbike with 2 people traveling from GweeWaWaKee village. (That’s a long ways away). They stopped us and I saw disappointment written all over both of their faces. I know they were coming to see us; Now what shall we do? I thought about turning around and going all the way back home for these 2 people, but then I thought, why can’t we just treat the patients right here by the pathway from our motorbike in the jungle – we already had all the medicine with us, and this would save quite a lot of time. As we were treating them, 2 others swung in on their motorbikes from DaGwaDay, then 2 more from BlaGlow, until we had a big motorcycle clinic going on. We were writing the patient information and counting out the medicine on the motorbike seat. We did urine analysis and other treatments right there by the pathway. Everyone was happy and satisfied that they had gotten what they came for, and we still had enough time to complete our work in LaGlah!
“Often our plans fail, that God’s plans for us may succeed.” MH 473.3
We thought we had it all figured out nicely. With 3 of us working here now, we decided that I would work with only Jerry for one week, then only BletJhaw for one week and then all 3 together for one week. This seemed great because I could stay in BYT all the time, and the week that Jerry works with me would give him more work to do. (Even though he speaks very little English and I speak limited Karen)!
BletJhaw took the first week off because he had an enormous amount of errands to run at his house. Jerry and I began the week with a bang. Right away a BYT lady, YeGhah, came slowly walking to our house. She was over 9 months pregnant and said the doctor told her she wouldn’t have her baby until she was over 10 months! However, now she was having labor pains and didn’t know what to do because there was no way she could ride all that way on the back of a motorbike. There was only one solution: I would take her to MDG clinic where her records are – and I’d better hurry unless I wanted to perform a difficult delivery singlehandedly with possible complications.
Before driving I said an earnest prayer for help. As I drove out of BYT, I realized that I have not driven on the bad roads for quite sometime. I only drive in an emergency. Usually BletJhaw is here and he does all the driving. I didn’t have to go far before I faced a real problem. They were putting concrete down in the WST corners and I must take an impossible narrow line between fresh concrete and the bank – at the same time we are driving uphill. The first corner was way too narrow to accomplish. As I was backing up and creeping forward and backing up again, one of the workers said he would drive it through for me. All too gladly I surrendered the steering wheel to him and watched him struggle to get that truck around 2 really tight corners. I never could have done that. The rest of the trip went well.
We left YeGhah and her husband with the medical staff and as I drove toward BYT, I was inwardly dreading that concrete section. Fortunately the workmen were still there and the same young man got my truck through, though it was even harder coming from this direction.
Now I am dreading the next day, because we hear that a lady, SoLaChiMo, in MeDeLeGwee, (MDLG) is very sick and they want us to please check her. We know the lady quite well and understood that she had complications delivering her sixth child just 5 weeks ago. She had become numb and tingling from her waist down before the delivery, which got worse after the delivery. Her baby died after 4 weeks and during this entire time she could not eat or drink much of anything and I knew that I must go to her. We could walk there, but that would take 2 hours and if she needed to go to the hospital we would have to go all the way back and get the truck. I was thinking about that concrete section and the most horrible road going down to MDLG it was a long way. Could I make it, I wondered? With God’s help I can do all things! It must be done!
. . . But God had a wonderful surprise for me! When we returned home, there was BletJhaw! He had miraculously gotten everything done in just 2 days. He had hurried to get to us by the evening because he was worried about me driving all the way into MDLG the next day! I know the Holy Spirit sent him. Immediately I felt a weight fall off my shoulders and breathed a big thank you prayer to Jesus.
BletJhaw had done a wonderfully self sacrificing thing. I really appreciated it because as soon as he came we were able to go to WST and have our routine worship. In the morning we went to MDLG in the truck. BletJhaw skillfully maneuvered that truck around those 2 corners, though it was extremely difficult. The MDLG road was terrible. I was so thankful that BletJhaw was driving it. At times I thought it might be impossible, but we made it. When we arrived we saw that SoLaChiMo was indeed sick and needed hospital care.
The Devil magic seemed to do no good, so she said she would go with us, but wanted to go the next day because she feared the elephants that late in the afternoon, so we had time to treat the sick in that village and have a lovely worship with the people:
Our day is definitely not over yet. This man with the white hat became very persistent with BletJhaw that we needed to go to KwyCo village and check his daughter. She is short of breath.
We hesitate because each one of us has had a busy and tiresome day, and we must return in the morning. But the thought of Jesus, pressed by the multitude, called to visit Jairus’s house did not hesitate. All who came to Him were tenderly cared for. This persistent man jumped into the back of our truck as we were leaving and made sure we turned the right way toward his village. Sure enough his daughter was in great distress with an asthma attack. Fortunately I had one ventalin inhaler in my medicine bag which brought her enough help to make it through the night. We would pick her up in the morning.
Finally our day seemed to be completed and we headed home in the late twilight hours. Upon arriving however, we discover that TheyMo had been waiting to tell us that his wife in NeLeeGwee (NLG) village was desperately sick with nausea, vomiting and diarrhea for 5 days. She was too weak to walk, could we please come! We know we must go all the way into NLG village that night – BletJhaw driving the nasty roads again in the dark. Thankfulness to BletJhaw swells up in my heart. He has no idea how valuable, loyal, and skillful he is in this work, though I tell him time and time again!
TheyMo’s wife is indeed very sick with abdominal pain, fever and dehydration.
It is very late now – we are hungry and yawning. I am able to give her IV fluids and treat her with medicine and an injection that will calm her stomach. She is lying by the fire and the little bamboo hut is filled with smoke making it hard to breath at times, but we wait for all the fluid to infuse, and the medicine to take effect, then we pray for her before leaving.
The next morning we are on our way to 2 villages, and then on to the hospital the long way through the elephant playground. But every patient is cared for properly.
On the way home I hear BletJhaw in a soft voice say: “I’m glad I came!”
- DiTee, age 27 died from SLE, (Systemic Lupus). We had worked so hard to get her to the hospital on many occasions. This disease is not fatal, but it knocks out the immune system and infections are common.
2. BeLoo died not long ago from complications of kidney failure and peritoneal dialysis done in a dirty poor jungle hut. We had given her and her Sister Bible studies and the hope of a future with Jesus. We had planned to let her stay in our house so we could bring her to the evangelistic meetings, but now she is gone.
3. I watched a 2 month old baby die in its Mother’s arms this morning. There was nothing we could do – she waited too late. I watched the Mother bury her head in the dirty baby’s blanket right there in my clinic and sob. We visited her later, bringing her and her husband a nice new, warm blanket, and prayed for them giving them the hope of heaven. The Mother, in her tears gave me a new Karen skirt that she had just made.
4. Then came the TheyMoo’s broken leg that could have got excellent medical help at Meta, but ruined it all by turning it over to the devil.
5. On the heals of that came MauDa’s horrific pain and difficult transport.
5. DuPe age 40 just commited suicide.
All this in quick succession.
“Oh dear Lord, You understand and suffer more for You are constantly despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. These are people I have worked with, prayed for, and love. I cannot bare the sadness of these days please help these grieving, suffering people, and my broken heart.
It was Sabbath morning and I was just making an appeal at the end of my sermon, when a motorbike loudly interrupted us. A voice called out asking us to please come and check an injured man at the school. We quickly finished the service and found that a tree had fallen on TheyMoo, age 30. He had broken his leg.
They drove him to our clinic in the school truck . . . But . . .
The school truck could not make it up the mountain, so they carried him to our truck.
Off we went all the way to Meta hospital again. The x-ray showed a very unstable fracture of the distal tibia and fibula. The doctor wanted to send him to MaeSot for surgery but my patient refused. He wanted to go home and try the devil ceremony on it first. We couldn’t reason with him at all, and to make matters worse two ladies sitting behind him in the waiting room told him not to worry about the hospital treatments, it is much better to go home and do the devil thing! The doctor put on a short leg cast and we took him home. They did not give him crutches.
We felt so sorry for the man that the next day we drove all the way to MaeSot just to buy crutches and take them all the way back to his village – CooDoo Mai.
We were shocked and disappointed as we entered his little hut. TheyMoo had taken off his short leg cast! He was doing the full devil procedure of placing 2 special roots either side of his ankle and then wrapping with a cloth and string. He also proudly showed us three one-liter bottles each filled with a different kind of boiled leaf water. These bottles had to be covered at the top with a special leaf, which gets discarded and replaced every time he took a sip. This water had been blessed with a special prayer.
TheyMoo told us that the man who led out in the devil ceremonies would come to his house the next day. He proudly unwrapped the root-covered ankle to show us, and said that when he first took the cast off he felt and heard the bones crackling and moving, but now it was doing much better! BletJhaw told him that he would never do like that. The devil was evil, we need to pray to and worship the great God in heaven. We taught him how to use the crutches and said a prayer for him.
That’s what it’s like with my people way out here in the jungle. They believe in the devil magic with all their hearts. We plead for the Holy Spirit to convince them of the truth.
“Every power lent us of heaven is to be used in doing the work assigned us by the Lord for those who are perishing in ignorance. The warning message is to be sounded in all parts of the world. A great work is to be done, and this work has been entrusted to those who know the truth for this time.” Maranatha 266