Friends and Family,
The first leg of my trip is over, and I have so many thoughts and emotions about my time in Aceh.
More than anything, I am so unbelievably proud of everyone who is serving in Aceh. I could tell you I am proud of them a thousand times over and still not emphasize it enough. This feeling overwhelmed me every day that I was there as I heard the stories of people around me. One lady I met from California was going to go on a medical relief trip with her church, but the trip was put together so last minute that it had to be delayed. She had such a strong sense of calling to help the Acehnese people though, that she hopped on a plane herself and came to Aceh to volunteer for three weeks with the relief group I was there with. How was she able to take this much time away from work? All of her co-workers at the hospital worked her shifts for her. They told her, “We believe in what you are doing, and we want to do our part to help.”
I could tell you many other stories of people coming to help – of people quitting their jobs to come and help – of people selling all of their possessions to come help. In all of these cases, people saw a need, came on less than a three-weeks notice, were overwhelmingly supported by everyone back home, and God honored their sacrifice.
This tragedy was so horrible, and the loss is so great. But the outpouring of love and support by the rest of the world is so touching, and it makes me so proud – proud of the people I was working with – proud of the Christ-followers that came on a moment’s notice because of their love – and generally just proud of the human race. You know? For all the corruption that is in the world, there is a lot of love out there too. For all the people who want to cheat others to get ahead, there are a lot of people who really want to make a difference.
But I wasn’t just touched by the people I was serving with. I was also touched by the people who lived in Aceh. I went there a week ago expecting them to be stand-offish and cold toward me as a camera-operator, American, and Christian. I thought that despite my desire to help them, they would frown upon me because of who I was.
Let me just tell you that this couldn’t be farther from the truth. The Acehnese people were some of the warmest, friendliest, most hospitable people I have ever met. It got the point by the end of the week where I couldn’t wait to take my camera out around the town and see who I could meet and talk to. I usually didn’t even have to ask the Acehnese to tape them. They would just see me walking by and wave for me to come over and talk to them and tape them. And then afterwards they would often invite me to their home or feed me a meal. I had some of the best coconuts, omelettes, and sodas of my life this week – not because they tasted any better than usual, but because of the warmth coming from the people giving them to me.
Now I am not trying to get polical on you guys or anything, but after I spent time in Aceh, I couldn’t help but feel that wars are instigated by governments of countries, not the people of countries. Americans tend to view that Islamic nations and the people in them are all out to get us, but spend one day with the Acehnese, and I guarantee that bias will melt away.
True, there may be some corrupt people in power, just as there are in any nation. True there may be some militant fundamentalists. But these people are NOT the majority, and I did not meet a single one of them during my entire time in Aceh. All I met were dear people who did not hate me for being an American and a Christian, but who loved me and welcomed me into their homes and into their lives.
Truthfully, they have reason to distrust America. The only bits of American culture that I came across my entire time there were posters of violent American movies up on the walls – The Punisher, Van Helsing, etc. Is this what America is to them? It would seem so. Is this what Christianity is to them? I am told by many that the assumption by most in Islamic nations is that America and Christianity go hand in hand. Christianity means violent movies just as much as America means violent movies. I once again felt a calling to Hollywood as I stood in those rooms and looked at those posters. “We can do better than this,” I thought.
I could write forever, but these are just some of my thoughts. I expected to go to Aceh and be overcome by the destuction, but I came away with such hope. Even when I met the people in the refugee camps – though I felt terrible for them, all I could think was “help is on the way!” Do you know that the money given to Aceh from EFCA churches is going to put over 150 families back in homes in the next year or two? Know that every one of you who gave financially to the tsunami disaster is making a tangible difference over there.
If any of you are interested in giving more money to help the people of Aceh, let me know. It costs a mere $2,000-$2,500 to build a high-quality house for the homeless in Aceh. Would any of you consider putting a family in a home again?
If any of you read this and feel a calling to go over there and serve, let me know as well. I know a lot of devoted relief workers over there who are short on time and resources, and can use all the help they can get. They need not only funds, but able-bodied short-term and long-term workers as well, and I would be glad to connect you with them.
-Dave
P.S. Prayer requests for my time in Thailand:
a. sustained health and energy
b. the vision to find the story that needs to be told in in Thailand, and the sharp wit to tell it quickly. I had six days to find that story in Aceh, but I only have four days to find it in Thailand.
c. continued prayer for my equipment. I will be far away from a camera repair shop, and will be in a lot of trouble if anything breaks down in the humid environment of Thailand.