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INCAMBODIA
ALISTAIRCRAIG
A patchwork of reflections on life, death and hope in
a Cambodian slum.
Foreword
If you want to find God, He is usually to be found in the most unexpected places. Jesus visited the temple, but he didn’t live there.
Inspite of the theological knowledge of the omnipresent nature of God, I still seem to experience something more tangible of His being amongst us when with those
whom society generally deems as the “poor”.
We think because we possess things we are well off - but it’s no different today than when Jesus spoke to the wealthy in the Book of Revelations “Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:”1
It was Jesus who said “you shall know the truth, and the truth will set you free”2 - “I am the way, the truth and the life”3 Jesus is the “wonderful counsellor”4 prophesied by Isaiah, we should take note of what he has to say as it cuts to the core of our human existence. He shines a true light into the darkness of the human heart and exposes us for what we are.
When he said that “it is harder for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven than for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle”5 - He was speaking the truth. The poor are not “blessed” by their poverty but they do have the advantage of
recognizing their need for help, which is surely the starting point to finding God.
If you offered me a holiday in some gilded palace of the well to do or alternatively to spend it in a slum somewhere - I would choose the slum. Possibly I am mad and beyond hope, those closest to me suspect this to be the case, but when it comes down to it - I just like to be where I know Jesus is.
This book is a personal one. A record of some “snapshots” from four weeks I was privileged to spend in a Cambodian community of the “poor”. It contains the threads of a personnel discourse - it’s not intended, nor do I pretend for it to be anything else. The theology is likely to be as dodgy as my memory and many of the photos have been “slightly tweaked” in photoshop to enhance the feel - but by and large they are what they are.
The poetry (if you can call it that) is semi-tied to the image. I placed an image and then wrote the poem to coalesce my thoughts on what it’s memory evoked for me.
May the God of all light shine His face upon you.
1 Revelation 3:17; 2John 8:32; 3John 14:6; 3Isaiah 9:6; 6Mark 10:25
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Home
I spy
Alms
Upwardly Mobile
Child
Monsoon
Iron
Teul Slang
The Narrow Way
Genocide Survivor
Recycle
V.I.P. Club
My Window
Mekong
Chew The Fat
Wet
The Beautiful Game
Today
Hosts
Index
Home sweet home
ever so humble is my home,
... it is my castle.
Home for eight people,
home for lizards and bugs,
home for rats to visit and roam in at night.
Home to the neighbors,
port of call for the prostitutes,
the drug addicts,
and the sellers of survival commerce.
Air conditioned - whatever the weather.
Aromatic with the fragrances of:
the sewer, the rubbish, the cooking.
It’s home, not as you know it,
but we love and laugh all the same.
My home, my castle,
where Jesus dwells.
Together we watch the football
on my little TV,
my electric window on the world.
Home
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I spy
with my living eyes
food in a shop
I cannot buy
I don’t understand
why
I spy
with my dark little eye
something beginning with die
It is my world
I don’t understand
why
I spy
My mum with aids
Dad has gone
I have my toys
plastic wire and a stick
it dosent rhyme
why should it.
I spy
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The color of faith
provides little color
in a desaturated cityscape.
A pale imitation
of the available spectrum
in God’s grand creation.
Pay me for a blessing!
Why not,
Have I not paid for the curse.
Alms
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From the killing fields
of despots
to the killing arterials
of the daily commute,
we all struggle in
this upward aspiration,
to better our lives,
to climb the ladder,
to attain,
an obtain,
that very thing
we all once did disdain.
Upwardly Mobile
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All I want for Christmas
is for you
to say hello,
smile,
maybe a sweet.
I don’t need a Wii
or a laptop
or an iphone.
A box of crayons
would be nice.
What do you want?
I could give you a shy smile
but I have to go now,
I have to look after my baby brother,
He was born in a mangy hut
below a flickering neon star.
Child
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Can tropic rain
wash away the pain?
Even heavy rain,
heavier than the burdens
we carry.
Thunder rattles the pieces.
Lightning illuminates,
flashes on terror
in the darkest places.
Strobes grotesque on
demons work.
Syncopated with rivulets
of human tears,
coagulating fears
run down to pool
in the blood brown puddles
where God drained his life out,
to cleanse us deeper
than the rain.
Monsoon
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Iron
out your soul
in hotel
Phnom Penh.
Financed by the fashion dollar
from the factory next door.
Rust will eat
her homes heart out,
all in due course.
As will the
monotony
of factory hours
rust upon her own.
Nice place to visit
but I wouldn’t want to live there.
The choice
to be clad with iron
was never our option,
the offer of work
was never iron clad.
Iron
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There
are
no
words
Teul Slang
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Take the
narrow road.
The path that
leads to life.
It veers right
off the broad way.
Takes you
through some
unsavory places
where you might
just
find yourself.
The Narrow Way
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What I saw
God saw.
He found me afterwards.
He never explained why.
Just asked me to forgive
atrocities.
To forgive as
He forgave
those who hung Him
on the cross.
He looked after me,
an orphan,
so I look after an orphan too.
It’s the least I can do.
Genocide Survivor
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Recycle!,
the mantra of the west,
for us its life
or death.
Sacks of trash
delivered to our door.
School is stripping
copper wire,
smashing electrical components
with a piece of scrap steel,
an improvised hammer
and cleaning out
used tin cans.
School pays! - a few baht,
and maybe a lollie
or a packet of crisps.
Recycle!
Other peoples discards
will pay our way
today.
Recycle
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Filtered pool.
Aqua full.
Via the path
of beggars hands,
Lexus altar
stands.
Abraham admits us in,
greenback god,
sees, hears, speaks no sin.
Tiled temple serene,
shades vaunted vip’s
obscene.
We tanned
Roman demi-gods
recline.
Small talk
V.I.P. Club
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on exchange rates
decline.
Poor are the poor,
encaged, enraged,
their place -
next door.
A coke,
a swim,
a sleep.
I choke on squalor,
its cheap.
Filtered pool,
chlorined fool,
self -
our god
still.
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Can I imagine
a green world,
a house with a fridge,
snow,
what its like to fly in a plane,
food in a restaurant,
to own a computer?
I can only imagine.
I don’t have to imagine
what I see out my
pane-less window.
My Window
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Mekong brown
precipitant
runs downhill to gather her strength
under tropic heat.
Provides life
for the feeding chain
of flora, fish,
crustaceans and birds
that fill the markets
lining her banks.
Conveys sewage downstream,
inundates the poor
and sucks the clay
into her belly.
Forever running from evaporation
in an endless cycle
of give and take.
Mekong
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Unemployment
saps away the dreams
as we sit and wait
and chew the fat,
but there is no fat
and so
we sit.
The city offered
high hopes
but delivered
hopeless highs,
where drugs are cheaper than food
and girls are cheaper than both.
I took a gamble,
where all we do is gamble
and cling to the dream
that saps itself away
under this tropic boredom.
Chew the fat
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Oxygen one
Hydrogen two
Fun for some
For some it’s new
Wet
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For some its wet,
a free car wash.
For others I bet
it’s not so posh.
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The pitch is a little soggy today.
The uniforms state of the art.
The dreams are bigger than real,
but the ref is blind and biased.
how can he call it out!
when there is no out-line.
Still why argue,
we can’t complain,
after all
its a beautiful game.
The Beautiful Game
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Salvaged a gem!
A real inflatable swimming pool,
a treasure worthy of a communities attention.
Task one: Find, fix or make a pump.
Some improvisation, a little ingenuity
and it can be done,
NASA would be proud.
Hmmm...
Task two: Repair the leaks.
A bandage?
some sellotape?
All tried and ultimately failed - NASA stumped.
Pool deemed non-repairable.
Families status downgraded.
Better luck next Christmas.
Today
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A homestay like no other.
Thankyou for sharing your spirit,
your lives,
struggles,
pride and humility.
Something no 5 star hotel
could ever offer.
Thank you for feeding me,
doing my washing and
for giving me the best
floormat in the house.
May the “Lord of Hosts”
prepare for you a place.
Hosts
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“If you want to be perfect, go, sell what you have, and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.”Matthew 19:21
Four weeks in a Cambodian slum is not a long time. Yet one day in any slum can seem like an eternity. These are some reflections on my short stay with a local family near the Monivong bridge on the out-skirts of Phnom Penh. It is a combination of images and poetic musings that I hope gives you food for thought, personal reflection and a sense of gratitude for all you have.My gratitude goes out to the community that accepted my presence and to the Christian missions group “Servants” that facilitated my stay.
Service under the Carpenter
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