Last night, I was searching for information when a grainy video from 1997 suddenly caught my eye.  The video described a government offensive that drove thousands of ethnic villagers from their homes. Within a single week, 15,000 fled. By that time, over 80,000 were already in refugee camps across the Thai border.  According to the UNHCR , decades of conflict in Myanmar have displaced hundreds of thousands internally and across borders, with Thailand hosting one of the large

The last time I saw it clearly was not during a great act of service.  It was a quiet moment.  A Gebirah missioner knelt beside an elderly woman. There was no common language. No programme to run. No checklist to complete. Just presence.   A gentle smile. A hand held a little longer than necessary. The room felt different after that—lighter somehow. Warmer.  That moment reminded me of what Jesus said would mark His disciples forever:  Not by efficiency. Not by results. Not by

I still remember the moment I first read about the tragedy — a small wooden boat, overloaded, drifting in dangerous waters between Thailand and Malaysia. Dozens of frightened families, carrying nothing but hope, had clung to one another as the waves rose. They had set out because staying behind meant persecution or death. But the sea, indifferent and merciless, claimed them. And for many, the world barely noticed.  A Tragedy Unnoticed  In early November 2025, a boat carrying