We observe, we talk, and we remember. We remember what was done, what was said, and what happened.
How we choose to view our past informs our future. We can sit down and frown. We can talk about how life isn’t fair.
We can wonder, “Why is this happening?”
Keith and I just returned from Vietnam and Cambodia. Fire Road and Kim Phuc Phan Thi were on my mind the entire trip.
The Anti-American War (the Vietnamese name for the Vietnam War) is ever present there and in the scars of Kim Phuc. Yet, the same spirit that Kim Phuc demonstrates in Fire Road was apparent in the Vietnamese. They say they bear no grudge, “after all, we won.”
The Vietnamese welcome Americans and look to the future robust economy.
Kim welcomes the faith in Jesus that came through her fire road, and she looks to the future of people living a life of peace.
Fire Road adds the “spiritual stepping stones that, unbeknownst to me, were paving a path to get me to God,” (p. vii) that were absent in Denise Chong’s The Girl in the Picture.
From a carefree childhood to an instant of horror, from being left for dead for three days in the morgue to 17 surgeries and painful treatments, from minders tracking her every move to interruptions in her education, from Vietnam to Cuba, Kim’s journey was a walk through the agony of war, the control of the Communist regime, and the pain of napalm.
Yet, it is much more. Continue reading Napalm Girl’s Fire Road to Hope
The Beautiful Gate or Eastern Gate where the lame beggar sat was the largest gate to the temple and the most beautiful. In Hebrew, the name of the gate means “Gate of Mercy.” It took 20 men to move the gate. The gate faces the Mount of Olives across the Kidron Valley. It was sealed shut, and a cemetery was placed before its entrance to render anyone who walked through the cemetery unclean. Jewish tradition says that the Messiah will come through the Eastern Gate when He comes to reign. Ezekiel writes of the glory of God entering the temple through the Eastern Gate.
Look at him! He’s walking. He’s jumping. He’s prancing around and praising God. Wait … he’s going into the temple with those men. He can’t do that; he’s unclean. Hasn’t he been lame since birth? I’ve seen him begging every day for decades. What happened?
Sunday, November 21, 2010. God’s day. First day of the week. First day of my health. Total healing! Simply given. Simply received. Continue reading 7 Years Healed! Simply Transformed