“Wai Jia, this trip is for you to watch and learn. A church in Sri Lanka has invited us to go over to conduct a children’s camp for them, to instill character and impart lessons to them. The theme of the camp for these children, many of whom come from broken homes, is Transformation.”
Transformation. Little did I expect how I myself would be transformed on this mission trip as I taught, played and ministered to the children. Little did I expect how God would speak to me through an art & craft session on metamorphosis, and a simple Sunday school lesson on coconuts. As our 4-person strong team (the other 3 members are much older, experienced church workers) conducted a children’s camp themed Transformation for more than a hundred children from various villages in Columbo, Sri Lanka, I found myself, too, being transformed.
This mission trip was extra special in many ways. For the first time, I had full assurance that God had planned it, and it was not I who had wilfully gone ahead. For who but God could have planned the dates such that they fell perfectly after my exams and just before the next heavy module; who would have thought my leave would have been approved by the dean; who would have thought God would bless me with this church mission trip after I felt Him tell me to give up the previous 2 solo trips because He wanted me to be rooted in my church community?
Just a simple art & craft lesson on metamorphosis and a lesson on coconuts to illustrate God’s great transformative power. I was worried. Where was Sri Lanka? What were the people like? Do they even have coconuts? Will the children understand what I have to teach?
– the moment when we touched down and I, still wondering if I had taken a risk to prepare a lesson plan about coconuts when I wasn’t sure how common it was in Sri Lanka, saw the streets filled with coconut trees. Our van stopped by the roadside and when I looked out of the window, 2 locals selling a cart of orange coconuts were beaming at me, at the likeness of my fair-skinned, oriental self, which posed an intriguing point of amusement to them. At that moment, a divine peace just poured over me. The cart of orange coconuts leapt out at me, as I felt God assuring me and giving me confidence to impart my coconut story to the Sri Lankan children.
– the moment when I realised, that not only was the place full of coconut trees, but that the coconut was a mainstay in the people’s food, culture and life, with the people using coconuts in curries, household products and even lamps! Sri Lankan food, with its rich flavour of spices and coconut milk, was amazing.
Little Nethan and a coconut fire lamp-torch used to light up the campsite at night
-the moment where I realised that the people had kept their powerpoint setup, so I’d to improvise my lesson plan and think on my feet. I felt ridiculous at first, really, having to dump my powerpoint slides for drama, making the children act as trees. They were thrilled, however, and raised their hands excitedly to be picked to act. One child acted as a tall, slender coconut tree swaying in the wind(right) and another, a big stout tree (left).
“When a BIG WIND comes, which tree do you think will stand? WOOOOOOO!!” I howled, and swept through them as if I were the gale.
“What does a coconut look like?”
“UGLEEEE!”
“BROWN AND HAIREEE!”
“LIKE A FOOTBALL!”
“Yes, and can you tell me what it can be used for?”
COCONUT MILK! MAKING HATS! MAKING POL SAMBAL (a type of local food)! DESSERT! BRUSHES! TRUNK CAN BE USED TO MAKE BOATS! AND BRIDGES! AND CHAIRS!
” Wow, very good. See, the coconut is very ugly, and when it floats aimlessly on the water, it can look very useless. But look at how it can be transformed into so many useful things! Do you know that every part of the coconut is very useful? And do you know, YOU and I are like coconuts!”
“ Maybe some of you feel that you are too small, or not smart, handsome, important enough to do great things. Maybe other people have looked at you and told you bad things about you, that when a strong wind comes, you will fall like a tree. But do you know, that God sees you differently? We are like coconuts and coconut trees. He has the power to transform you into somebody very useful. People look at your outward appearance, but God looks at your heart.”
I didn’t have a coconut with me, but I had brought the woodapple fruit for class. The woodapple is a local fruit which has a hard, bomb-like shell and a soft mushy and tasty inside. The local children always have great fun smashing and eating it.
They understood.
– the moment where I was with the children in the foresty campsite, and a child led me to a tree filled with hundreds of caterpillars.
My first reaction was to squirm, when I looked up in shock to find hundreds of creepy crawlies just inches above my head. But at once, my eyes and ears were opened, just like when I had seen the coconut cart. I felt God speaking to me about the art & craft lesson I had planned, telling me how precious these children were, how they too were like caterpillars, just waiting for someone to believe in them, to be transformed into something far greater and more beautiful.
– the moment where all the children scrambled to make their little paper butterflies, and were so happy doing so. One special child, with the lovely name of Portia, came up to me, beckoned me to bend down, held my face up close and kissed me, saying, ” Thank you for coming” before shyly slinking away.
the bonfire night at camp
games with a dose of team spirit at camp
– the moment where I realised, just how much I liked Sri Lanka. The place, food and people reminded me so much of Nepal, only it was much cleaner and of a better climate. The people were so very warm and hospitable, covering us with their usual greetings of bilateral kisses on the cheeks, as a form of respect and love. Within those few days, I couldn’t believe how many of my favorite things I saw- the beautiful ocean (oh wow not just the sea but the Indian ocean!), a railway track and trains (oh how I love trains!) by the ocean itself, and a pictureque sky with kites flying just like in the last page of Kitesong.
the sky, looking like the last page of Kitesong-
God reminding me of how we should continue to dream big dreams.
Pastor’s wife bought me that kite in the sky.
– And of course, the moment that I realised, that this trip had transformed me in ways unimaginable (but that will be for another post). I had fallen in love with the smiles of the people. And where I realised that perhaps, I would not mind staying long-term in a place like Sri Lanka, doing medical work or whatever it was that God called me to do.
It was a lovely trip.
Thank you for all your love, prayer and encouragement.
* Wai Jia would like to thank all who have been praying for her. This was truly one of the most enjoyable trips she has ever had.