Garrison Oct 2015
Garrison Oct 2015
Garrison Oct 2015
October 2015
Dear Friends,
As rainy season here has waned and
the air has cooled slightly, our thoughts
turn to autumn in your half of the world.
While many of you are enjoying the beauty
of Oak , Aspen and Maple foliage, we are
enjoying the blooming of orchids, and
flowering trees. We miss your view of the
season.
In the midst of football games and
raking leaves we hope you have time to
pause for a little Southeast Asian culture.
We are grateful for your letters,
notes, FB messages, emails, texts and
Skype calls. You renew our minds and our
spirits with your friendship.
It is our hope that many of you will
gather to pray for the International Day
of Prayer for the Persecuted Church,
Nov. 1st. There are several websites
dedicated to inform your time of prayer.
Gratefully, Craig & Kara
All gifts toward our work with the people of Myanmar
(Burma) should be sent to: CornerStone International,
P.O. Box 192, Wilmore, KY 40390. Please write
Myanmar Project on the memo line. Additionally, you
may make secure donations online at http://
www.cornerstoneinternational.org/sta-garrison/.
THANK YOU for your generosity towards our family and
the people of Burma!
Yangon
From a Trishaw Drivers Perspective.
A few weeks back I
(Kara) accompanied a friend
to Yangon, Myanmar and
spent the days catching up
with nationals whom we
have partnered with
throughout the years. I also
spent several hours one day
as a tourist. I asked the hotel
receptionist to arrange a taxi
for me and to inform the taxi
driver that I wanted to be
taken to a trishaw driver
willing to give me a 60
minute tour. The
receptionist repeated my
request three times to verify
that she understood me,
then relayed the message
(along with some giggles) to
the hotel taxi driver.
Myint Keng
and his
trishaw.
Unexpectedly, a group
of angry men came over and
started yelling at Myint
Keng. It became apparent
he wasnt welcome as he
showed them my bag and
shoes and gesturing
between the two of us. The
guard said something to me
in Burmese, suggesting I
verify we were together. I
only remember a handful of
Burmese words, but I
remembered: Ah-lone, and
indicated an invisible cord
between us.