It’s the middle of the night, we are awoken suddenly because of the sound of fireworks. A desperate cry chases the silence of the night away. The corps of the neighbors son has arrived home. It’s just another tragic story we hear about a young person – only 36 years old – he has died in a traffic accident. Earlier that day, we saw many of our neighbours working together to clean the floor. When we asked as to the reason for this, they told us that they were preparing for the funeral ceremonies.
The ceremonies take 3 days, because the neighbours are poor people. That’s why there are only 3 monks coming to chant every day. The less money you have, the shorter and more simple your funeral is. These days are full of loud music and monks saying their prayers loudly into a microphone. It makes us feel uncomfortable sometimes. Even when we are inside of our house, we cannot talk with one another because of all the noise! Yesterday, we turned on worship songs in order not to hear them. Meanwhile, we saw dozens of people kneeling solemnly before the monks. In the eyes of the neighbours we see total despair. The younger brother of the victim is drunk and keeps on screaming: “He will be born again, he will come back!”
Another family member, also drunk, has a conversation with Mark. He can share The Gospel with him, but as soon as Mark starts to tell about the redeeming work of Christ, he doesn’t want to listen anymore.
It makes us aware again of the fact that we live among people who haven’t been saved yet. Creatures who don’t know their Creator. It makes us sad and sometimes dispirited. After more than 3 years we still see many of our neighbours are worshipping their idols. Nevertheless, we keep on trusting that The Word they have heard, will not return without bearing fruit.