…in a backstreet slum in Mae Sot, in a shack the size of a double bed, in the company of a woman with an old, tired, dirty face who dared to ask for prayer and wept….
“Who can touch God’s finger, let alone his heart? I have always wanted to leap beyond a mere appreciation of the passion and wonder of life expressed in Michelangelo’s painting of God’s finger stretched out to mankind and to experience it for myself.
I saw a glimpse of it in a backstreet slum in Mae Sot, in a shack the size of a double bed, in the company of a woman with an old, tired, dirty face who dared to ask for prayer and wept. And so I prayed for her and I cried with her, cramped together in her hut, beside an altar to an unknown idol. An unlikely place to feel the touch of God, but I did feel it, that finger stretched down to comfort the sad and the lonely, the poor and the desperate.
There are dozens of others just like her in the town of Mae Sot on the Thai-Burma border where an estimated 150,000 migrants from Burma have come to escape “starvation, prison or worse.” They live in slums on neglected government land, construction sites, near dumps or sewers. They are all exploited – adults, old people and even children; some are abused. They have few, if any, legal rights, and little or no access to medical care.
They asked that we bring healthcare, education and life into the slums of Mae Sot. “
Currently we are visiting a number of schools and Communities-At-Risk including the Mae Sot Garbage Dump community. Our goal is to understand better the ongoing needs of these groups, provide representation in crisis and basic medical care.