He Sang to Me
January 19, 2009

I scribbled the name of my second prisoner, Win Chit, as I restlessly waited on the steps. I knew entering Bangkok’s Klong Prem prison would be hard, but I didn’t expect this. Trying to paint a picture with words won’t do justice, but I’ll try.

We filled in the necessary paperwork, twice, and were summoned by an untranslatable and thunderous voice. After an initial frisking in security, crowds of individuals poured through the doors of a long, dirty room that stretched with benches below barred glass windows and a strip of metal to speak through. It’s quite chaotic at first glance. Only 25 minutes are allotted for visitation, so every second is invaluable for both the prisoner and his visitor. Once spotted, you frantically run to find an open spot to crouch and begin your conversation on HIGH. Everyone is yelling.

I saw Win. Twenty-five years old with a brilliant smile and radiant eyes. He has not heard from his family in six years and will not be released for another six. Win fled from Myanmar’s nauseating government and illegally entered Thailand (as many Burmese do). There was so much he wanted to talk about, but alas, his English was limited to a simple greeting. I could SEE the frustration through his entire body as he desperately tried to communicate with me. I drew pictures and asked questions using any body language I could. I banged on the window and found someone to translate a sentence for me: “Tell him to speak about anything. I just want to hear his voice.”

Win put his hands against the glass and I met them with mine. Surrounded by boisterous conversation and our foreheads pressed against the metal separating us, he began to sing to me. They were Burmese songs that cut through my heart. Win’s beautiful voice was the only voice I heard for the remainder of our time, and with a tear-stained face, I promised to write and come back.

In Thai prisons, the prisoners must pay for their own food and toiletries. If outsiders, like family, don’t make deposits… the prisoner has nothing. Win has no family, so thanks to the financial support I received in the States, WE were able to provide him with some financial help. He’s a Christian and I’m eager to begin sharing our passion for God through correspondence. As I learn more about Myanmar and meet its people, I’m utterly devastated by the situation. Please pray for the Burmese prisoners and refugees who are without anything and anyone.

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Another prisoner from Ghana in his 60s hungrily shared his enthusiasm for God. He said he’d rather spend time with Jesus everyday in prison than be without Him and set free… I’ve never met a man wholly devoted with that kind of reverence and pure JOY.

ONE prison alone in Bangkok holds 900 convicts on death row. Most of the sentences are drug-related, because here, involvement with drugs is considered worse than murder.

Some prisoners will not receive a phone call, letter, or visit for years. IF YOU ARE WILLING TO BECOME A PEN-PAL to one, please let me know and I can provide you with a name, background information, and an address.

I will never forget today.

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5 Responses to “He Sang to Me”

  1. Mietwagen Mallorca…

    Man, sounds very interesting! My close friend and I had been arguing about a problem related to this! Now I know that I appeared to be correct. Many thanks for the information you published…….

  2. YBF says:

    Honey…
    So painful yet beautiful …
    Please allow me the privlege to encourage these precious souls
    with the freeing, life-giving Word of God. Sign me up for the GM pen pal program!
    I love you–

  3. Brianna says:

    Gina,

    As I read your post I could not find words to even explain how I felt. I am so proud of what you are doing as much pain as it is on both ends in which you are working. I know God is working right along side you through this experience and you can feel him through your words in which you describe every moment of your day. Your pictures are beautiful and I miss you every day. Love youuu.

    Brinani <3

  4. Ed Eagan says:

    Greetings in the Name above all names-Jesus:

    Yesterday I met your Aunt Zia (Carm) and her husband (Rich) for the first time here at my office. As we introduced ourselves, I mentioned that my family and I served as missionaries for one year in Honduras. Your Aunt told me about you, suggesting I check out your blog-which I have just done. I have led Faith Heritage’s SWAM trip to Mexico for the past three years. You would have graduated before my daughters began attending FHS. I know your father and mother who occassionally come out to Calvary Chapel. Your classmate, Christina Mancuso’s Mom is my assistant. What a small world!

    In Honduras I taught the Bible each morning at the local prison. Your desciption of the prison in Thailand sounds eerily reminiscent of the prison where I taught. I too, found light in the midst of the darkness. What joy to watch men set free by the living God! Never forget the power you posses as a child of the Father. When Jesus called Paul to ministry He said, “I will deliver you from the Jewish people, as well as from the Gentiles, to whom I now send you, to open their eyes, in order to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and an inheritance among those who are sanctified by faith in Me.’ Yours are His hands, His eyes, His mouth and His heart in that prison. My prayer is that you may be strengthened with all might, filled with the knowledge of His will, patient and longsuffering so that you may be fruitful in every good work.

    Shalom,
    Ed Eagan
    P.S. Your photography is gorgeous! What a gift!

  5. Zia says:

    My Dearest Gina,

    You capture the essence with your words and pictures that make it real for us. You have certainly opened my eyes through your posts and photography on what is happening outside our little world. Thank you for that. We miss you here but know you are where you need to be. God has blessed you for all that you do and what is waiting out there for you to accomplish. Our thoughts are with you constantly and we pray for you every night. I can imagine the time it takes to maintain the blog and post the pictures but I for one really really appreciate it, its our link to you.. So keep up the glorious work you are doing and we love you!!!!

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