Jonathan Ng, one of two postulants in the Custody of St Anthony (Malaysia-Singapore-Brunei), spent the first three weeks in June on a mission trip to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. He shares his experience with us.
My mission trip in Kuala Lumpur from 1 to 21 June was working and living with refugees from Myanmar. I was assigned to two missions – a Catholic refugee learning centre and a refugee-focused clinic.
For most of the mission trip, I was attached to the refugee learning centre, which provides education to refugee children from nursery to primary five level. Most of the children were from Myanmar.
During my first week, many teachers fell sick with the flu, and I was “activated” to take over classes at various levels and made the stand-in form teacher for the Primary Five class. This was very much out of my comfort zone, as there was a language barrier. However, the children and I did our best to communicate, and the students shared freely and vulnerably about their struggles with their studies and their plight as refugees.
When they shared about their lives, at times there were frowns and sadness, but when they spoke about being in the school and being free from the challenges they face back home, smiles came quickly to their faces. I see this as gladness and joy that only God grants.
In the last week of my mission trip, I was attached to the ACTS clinic. Refugees of all nationalities are welcome there, but most of the patients are refugees from Myanmar. The clinic offers a flat rate to patients for consultation and medication.
Following Dr Caroline Gunn from ACTS clinic, I heard the stories of some of the patients –the challenges they faced in moving to Malaysia, and how they are coping.
Reflecting on my mission trip, I remember especially the time I spent living and working with the teachers at the refugee learning centre. They truly have the biggest hearts caring for the students, and unbeknownst to them, they have shown me God’s love.
Nehemiah 8:10 says “… do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength”. It was there, being with them that the truth of “the joy of the Lord is my strength” was made so tangible. Despite their circumstances, the faces of these refugees, both young and old, were constantly lit with joy. This experience and the people that God has allowed me to meet will stay ever so close to my heart and prayers.
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