Chakreya Choun has a passion to communicate God’s grace to people of all ages. I weep and rage when I see people in need. I fume when I see people disrespect their elders. I used to dream of becoming Prime Minister so I could help the...
Read MoreYou can help Thit bring the good news to the neglected Kavet ethnic community. Misfortune and illness made my family even poorer than our neighbours. My younger sister was born with deformed hands and feet. We call her Kut, which means “crooked.” Someone—usually me—was always sick....
Read MoreYou can help pastors like Soam Neidin teach and serve a growing church. When Pol Pot was defeated in 1979, our village chief chose me to be the school teacher. The Khmer Rouge killed many people. I was the only person left in the village who...
Read MoreYou can help Kut bring the good news to the isolated Kavet ethnic community. “No one will ever love you! No one will ever marry you! Just look at your hands and feet! You have no future!” My parents called me Kut which means “crooked”. I was...
Read MoreYou can help Srong make Christian books accessible in the Khmer language. My father was a fisherman. When I was young, I went to school in the morning, and in the afternoon I went fishing with my father. In the dry season, we fished on the...
Read MoreYou can help Koyn bring God’s word to the isolated Kavet ethnic community. My family was too poor to live in the village. From dawn to dusk we worked in a clearing deep in the forest trying to grow food. Each April I climbed 30-metre malva...
Read MoreYou can help pastors like Kea Korn serve a growing church. I left my village broken-hearted. My girlfriend resisted other suitors but when my cousin asked for her hand in marriage, her father said “Yes.” Her family did not approve of me or my gang. Even...
Read MoreThoun Poch seeks to serve rather than be served. In the middle of the night I got up and went outside to go to the toilet. I saw my father under the mango tree weeping and crying out to God. As I watched him, I felt...
Read MoreWhack! The orphanage director picked me up and slapped my cheek. “Why did you hit me?” I protested. Whack! He slapped my other cheek even harder. Tears rolled down my face. Nobody came to my defence. “Salute during the national anthem! This is no time to play!” “But, the...
Read MoreYou can help Kim Bunthan bring God’s word to the Kavet ethnic minority. My name is Kim Bunthan. I’m from a Kavet village in northeast Cambodia. As a boy I longed to be able to read and write but there were no schools or opportunities for...
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