The first woman appeared, curious to see us strangers. She smiled what appeared to be a toothless smile. In her mouth she held a berry that stained her lips a splotchy red, and her teeth a velvet black. To them, this is a mark of beauty. Adorned in long red skirts, green and blue jeweled tops, black metal rings around their waists, the women came from all directions carrying large straw mats filled with handmade scarves, hats and accessories.

 Deep in the mountains of thailand, far from their native country, they managed to keep their unique culture. Having fled the war, they set out to make the most of their life. Not having many opportunities to work, the women make intricate articles and sell them to the foreigners who come to see their village. Even now they begged us with their eyes and gestures to buy something.

 We came to a house to visit a young Christian mother, who was the only believer in the village. Persecuted by her people she still smiles a radiant smile. Her life is tough and she is far from other Christians, but the light in her eyes sets her apart from the others and we know that she is not alone.

 Before leaving the village, we made a final stop. Eager to see the temple, we climbed the paved hill. A large golden Buddha sat in the middle with large candles at his sides and a colorful array of various flowers, pictures, statues, and foods around him. A burden lays on our hearts for these people. We pray.

 Superstition, idol worship and witchcraft dominate the lives of these people. A shrine in the center of the village stands as protection against the evil spirits. Threads run from the shrine and connect to each house. A post stands at the end of the village, signifying the end of the protection. Stepping beyond the post meant danger. Many of them attempt suicides because of their connection with the spiritual world, where the spirits tell them to committ such acts.  Tucked away from the majority of the people, they are on their own in their beliefs.

 As we left the village waving goodbye, their hopeless stares became engrained in my mind even until now. I felt that we were driving away to our happy life, as they stayed behind in their dark world, beyond the mountains.

We can only pray and hope that the believers there stay strong and proclaim faithfully the good news.