In C.S. Lewis’s "The Magician’s Nephew", there is a place that the book’s characters discern as “not a world at all—an in-between place.”The Suh family seems to be in just such a place now. We are not yet in Cambodia; we aren’t fully in San Jose anymore either. Our hearts and minds belong partly to both places, partly to some no-man’s land in between. It is an uncomfortable place to be at times. We feel torn between so many things and people and drained by balancing it all. I was almost feeling sorry for myself. Then yesterday I chatted with an acquaintance who had seen the “for rent” sign in our yard. I told him that we were moving to Cambodia to do mission work. I had thought he was Vietnamese, but he shared that he spent the first 14 years of his life in Cambodia—third generation ethnic Chinese living as Vietnamese in Cambodia. His family was warned to flee their village before the Khmer Rouge came into their area in the early seventies. So they immediately left their home, and lived in Vietnam for a time. Then he, as a young single man, he had the opportunity to take a boat to Malaysia. His relative was a mechanic and helped him get on a “good boat” that actually reached its destination without major hardship. From there, he came as a refugee to Denver and eventually moved to San Jose. He considers himself to be one of the “lucky ones”—but every single step was difficult. Of course, that put things into perspective for me. Our transition has the luxuries of time and resources, preparation and closure. How do we live “between worlds”? One day at a time; one step at a time. With thanks in our hearts. We are not alone, after all: the“Wood between the Worlds” is Christ’s country too. - Joyce *We have set our departure date: December 27. David, Isaac and Mary’s school in Phnom Penh begins on January 5.
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