Don’t Run Up Debts

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I recently lost a very good friend.  Its been almost four weeks and I am now able to write down my thoughts and do a bit of processing.

His name was Myo. A man in his late 50’s who had the heart of a child. Full of believe and faith. Myo had a crazy past full of adventure and fighting for freedom for his country.  He was part of 8888 ( learn more here ). He was so inspiring, intelligent, passionate, caring and full of love that it spilled out onto everyone he came in contact with.


Myo was my closest Burmese friend. He told me and taught me everything I know about No Mans Land. I have the respect and trust of the people living in NML because of him. He vouched for me.  I can’t really tell you how giving and humble this man was. Anything he received, gifts or money he quickly found a person in need and gave it away.  Everyone along the border and in Myawaddy (Burma) knew him.  Kids would run up to him shouting, “grandpa Myo!!!!”.  He would cross the border between Burma and Thailand without a passport or papers, the officials all knew him and let him pass with out paying.  Everyone knew, loved and respected  Myo.  He took care of his neighbor, whether that be the guy sitting next to him or the children who were hungry and begging. He was a man who knew God, loved God and wanted to fight for people to the best of his ability.

It all happened so fast. We found out on a Friday night that he had collapsed and was taken the the hospital. By 9am the next morning he had died. By 2pm we were attending his funeral, and at 4pm we were back in Thailand.

Written below is a recounting of the day’s events, towards the end it gets a bit graphic.

The hospital inside of Myawaddy, (Burma) is filthy and has sub par treatment.  Though I wasn’t concerned for him life when I heard the news, they told us he has high blood pressure and that he’d probably recover soon.  The next morning everyone went to play sports with a few children’s homes (as is our weekly routine) and I was at our restaurant, Famous Ray’s.  I was setting things up to open when my good friend and teammate Michael arrived with tears in his eyes.  I looked at him and somehow just knew. I said, “is it Myo?” he just shook his head, and I started crying knowing that he had died. Michael stood there holding me for a good 5 minutes as I was in shock saying, “no” over and over again. It was all so quick, so sudden.  We later found out that he had a stroke.

Whenever we go into Burma we always hire the same van driver. He’s become our friend, and within the next hour we got a phone call from him and he said an NGO (non government org) had taken over for Myo since he had no relatives near, and no phone number for these relatives.  He told us that this org moves fast. We had no idea how fast!  By 1pm that very same day we (16 of us) were all crossing over the boarder with passports and tissue in hand.  We met our friend mid-way across the bridge, jumped in and he took us to our first destination.  We arrived at Myo’s home.  The word “simple” doesn’t begin to describe the way that Myo lived.  His room, as it should actually be called, was no more than 6 feet by 12 feet.  His bed was a standard Burmese bamboo mat that sat on a piece of ply wood that laid across two tires.  In the other corner of his room sat a chair.  These were the only pieces of furniture.  Above his bed were two Thai calendars with the Kings picture on them. Taped to the cement wall were two birthday cards that some of my American friend’s children made him a few months ago.  Then, next to the cards in black sharpie he had written, “God is with us”.

As I walked out of his room I was greeted by a small child holding a bag with a bottle of water and a bottle of juice.  There were probably 50 of these bags on a small table in the tiny alleyway we were all standing in.  Something to note here is this community we were in does not have money.  They don’t have money for food, let alone water and juice to give to total strangers. Something in them was compelled though to treat Myo’s friends with this kind of love and respect.  You have to believe that Myo was so good and kind to them, that they wanted to treat his friends just the same.

After everyone had looked at Myo’s room we all gathered in the alley of Myo’s community.   They provided chairs and those fans that you wave yourself with.  We all knew that the NGO in charge of Myo’s body was a Buddhist org and therefore, likely that his funeral would be as well. We sat there in the place he lived and prayed, worshiped and told stories of the man we knew.

After sometime we loaded back into the vans and drove out to the hospital where his body laid.  We all walked up a dirt /gravel road and stepped into a small cement building where Myo’s body was. He was wearing a white shirt and a standard Burmese longi. There was a woman at his head with a washcloth keeping the bugs off his face and wiping it every so often.  We all gathered in to see our friend, and sang Amazing Grace.  It is Buddhist culture it is custom to take all of deceased belongings and burn them with the body, but before we left a hospital worker handed my friend Candace his Bible and gave me all the money Myo had – 2,000 Kyat equivalent to $2USD. The worker also gave me a pin, one that you wear on your shirt that had his political party on it.  I will forever keep this pin and money.

When we arrived at the cremation building I was sad and confused but also a bit scared. I knew that they would burn his body but I wasn’t sure how exposed it would be. A part of me was even angry. I didn’t understand the rush, and I definitely didn’t understand all the Buddhist rituals and customs.

Word of Myo’s death spread quickly, there were at least 30 people there paying their respects and saying goodbye to their dear friend. The next several minutes of that day will forever be etched in my memory.  They unloaded his body and put him on a bamboo mat on top a steel table.

We then all gathered around him at the entrance to the building, just 15 feet away from where he would be cremated.  They had turned to fire down, but standing so close, I could feel the heat.  

This is betel nut. You roll it up and stick it in your cheek to suck on it

This is betel nut. You roll it up and stick it in your cheek to suck on it

From this point on everything they did had a Buddhist spiritual meaning, and is part of their culture. They lit a cigarette and put it in between his lips. They believed that his spirit could smoke, eat and drink. They laid a full pack of cigarettes next to him.  At his head they put a full, ice cold bottle of water along with a small box of food and betel nut, (tobacco like and gives a buzz, subsides hunger).

They asked us if we would like to say anything, and they invited us to sing another song.  A friend/teammate of mine prayed a beautiful prayer of thanksgiving for this man’s life and we all sang through our tears, another song.

They rolled the table inside the building at this point right up to the long, narrow cement container full of blazing fire. One man stood in front of Myo’s head held a coconut in one hand and a machete in the other. He spoke in Burmese, cracked the coconut over Myo’s face and spilled all the coconut water onto him.  He then without looking up, threw the drained coconut over his head.

Two men came and picked up the mat, one on each side while another man opened the door to the container where the fire was blazing.  I grasped one of my teammates and held on to her arm hard as they threw my best Burmese friend in along with all of his belongings.   I can’t actually described to you what it was like being there, watching all of that take place. I can tell you that it is a sight that will never escape my mind, having to watch your friend be cremated.  In a way, it was traumatic for me to watch. Every funeral I have been to is very private and much less visual.   

I got to say my goodbye to Myo, I got to thank him for all the hours we sat together under the bridge talking.  I got to thank him for all the Burmese he taught me, for all the laughs, all the lessons he taught me about his culture, and his beloved people.  I have never met a man so devoted to their country and devoted to making a difference. Myo was passionate about change, about education and about love. After the funeral on our way to the border to cross back into Thailand I opened Myo’s Bible that was given to Candace. Written in the front page, first in Burmese, then in English, “Don’t run up debts, except for the huge debt of love you owe each other. Romans 13:8″ Nothing speaks better to the character of Myo than this verse. 


The first page in Myo’s Bible.


Fun at The Refuge

The kids at The Refuge have been on a school break for the last two weeks which has given us plenty of time for fun, laughter and a bunch of shenanigans.

Watch this hilarious short video of us playing a game where if you answered correctly, you could move forward to win. Keep your eye on the girl in grey.

There is an organization here in Mae Sot called Global Alms Inc. who trains locals in self defence.  We recently took all the kids for a three day training seminar.  Even though they are small they now have the skills to defend and protect themselves.



Even though these two weren’t part of the class, they still wanted to participate!

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The kids have stayed busy when they aren’t training or sleeping in by making these fun Christmas elephant ornaments. They have made near 400 already, and I plan on bringing 50 home with me for Christmas if anyone wants to buy one (or two) in various colors and patterns.


LIGHTS OUT 50/50 How to Help Burma

According to CBC news and our personal contacts, Burma has been enduring heavy monsoon rains since late June. These heavy rains have triggered some of Burma’s worst flash floods and landslides in recent memory. All but two of the country’s 14 states have been affected.

Outpour Movement is on a mission to RAISE and RESPOND. LIGHTS OUT 50/50 is about standing in solidarity with the people of Burma. Our goal is to raise $5,000 of which 50% will be ferried into trusted contacts to guarantee the effectiveness of your gift. The other 5o% will go to our BE THE MOveMENT Campaign to continue EMPOWERING our Burmese trainees to create dignified and sustainable progress.

15-0812_untitled_0095The Challenge

Stand with us, in solidarity with the people of Burma, for the many who already live without electricity, and now many more who have no choice. Pick a day, keep your lights off and PRAY about how much you could INVEST during this difficult season.

$50 donation

Provides 1 household with enough rice, oil, chilies, garlic and cured meat for 2 weeks.

$100 donation

Provides 2 households with enough rice, oil, chilies, garlic, and cured meat for 2 weeks.

$200 donation

Provides 4 households with enough rice, oil, chilies, garlic and cured meat for 2 weeks.



As I mentioned in my last post, I love having teams here.  They bring refreshment and a new energy.  I love hearing their stories and their experiences while they were here in Mae Sot.


My friend Naya is in the middle with the hat on



Here is one account of a friend, Naya who was here last month. She explains her experience, her love for the country and a healing that occurred at No-Man’s Land.



“While in Mae Sot we were able to pour into the Outpour team a ton and connect and encourage them. It was such an honor to fly in and invest into the people on the ground here dedicating so much of their time and energy into this city and country that they love. I connected with so many people on the team there. They all have such incredible hearts and have sacrificed things in order to be furthering the Kingdom in Thailand and Burma.
We were able to go into Burma one of the days, and let me tell you what guys, Burma is beautiful. The people there are so welcoming and joyful despite the heavy oppression of the government and their circumstances. our team of more than 20 were broken up into groups and sent into villages, leaper colonies, and the streets of Burma. We built relationship, prayed for, and planted seeds in everyone we came into contact with. We saw healings, salvations, and breakthrough left and right! It was such an honor to be apart of something so beautiful. 

Please do not forget about Burma. The people or beautiful and broken. Burma needs to be saved. Pray!

We also had an opportunity to go out with Alexandra, a member of the team at Outpour, who is passionate about loving and saving an area called No Man’s Land. The river that separates Thailand from Burma has receded enough to leave a patch of land where about 300 people are living. This land has no country, is lawless, and hurting. We weren’t able to go into no man’s land for safety reasons, but we were able to walk the border and pray over it. We also met people who had set up little “shops,” My team prayed for a woman who had pain in her stomach for over TEN YEARS!! After prayer her pain was completely GONE! She wanted to receive Jesus as her Savior, so we led her in a prayer and she was delivered! I felt so much joy for this woman who was unable to even touch her stomach prior to encountering Jesus’ loving power.

I fell in love with Mae Sot and the people there. It broke my heart leaving, but I KNOW that i will be back. God’s not finished with me there and I’m excited to return when I get the green light from Him.”

You can read more from her here:


This is what the inside of my head has looked like for the last 6 weeks.  Straight up blur!



So many great things have happened, so many miracles, so much breakthrough, so much ground gained!  After a few days of rest and processing I can summarise the last season with only one word, THANKFUL.

We have had so many wonderful people here serving with Outpour.  The most teams/people we’ve ever had.  It was some incredibly hard work, but every single moment of preparation or planning and strategizing to make it all happen was absolutely worth it!

The teams poured their hearts out, they sweat (A LOT), they cried, they bled, they brought the Kingdom, they shut down lies and they brought advancement.  

We just had a team here from Bethel, Supernatural School of Ministry in Redding California. Their sole purpose in coming to Mae Sot, Thailand was to love.  Their game plan was to pour everything they had out into us as Outpour staff.  They each took turns sharing with us what they had been leaning at school.

They shared about rest.  That its not about sitting on the couch and relaxing, its actually getting into the presence of God and soaking in His love.  They shared about Encounters, Identity, and the prophetic to name a few more.


The Bethel team that loved so well

The World Race team that was here worked hard in many different areas. They taught English at our children’s home, the Refuge. They made jewellery for us to sell made out of recycled bike parts. They sweat a lot working at our new property (which we will hopefully move Famous Ray’s into by August/September) and they poured into us through friendship.

We had another team here that brought over 200 toothbrushes, toothpaste, some clothes and stuffed animals to bless the children the we interact with.

With a joint effort from two teams we were able to feed over 300 people in No-Man’s Land!


Chopping and cooking to feed 300


Hanging out with the military at NML


In a matter of hours we will be getting another team from California that will design and teach an English camp for the kids at the Refuge and New Jerusalem.  They’ll also put on a big Easter celebration for over 100 kids.

I am so thankful for teams that decide to drop everything and come out to serve with us!  It makes me so happy to see people’s hearts connecting with the exact thing that makes mine beat!

BIG MAMA In The Flesh

Three weeks ago I witnessed something that I have only heard of. 

Big Mama is a ghost around here, she’s very real, you see her kids everyday, but vary rarely do you actually see HER. 

One Wednesday a bunch of us went to Burma to see our friends in a few different villages. It was honestly an extraordinary day!  I helped make bricks at the brick village, a woman showed me how to shower in the river in a longyi, she lotion-ed me up and even spoon fed me potatoes and rice.  I have never felt so honored!   

In the same village a woman was in the middle of labor and invited me and a few friends in.  That day I watched a beautiful Burmese woman give birth to a baby in 95 degrees, no ac, no fan, no ice, and she made no noise!  Again, I have never felt so honored!

The day was amazing.  Though as we walked across the bridge from Burma back to Thailand I met the ghost, Big Mama.

I was just standing there in line, waiting for everyone to finish so we could go home when this little boy walked past me.  He was an adorable little guy with a yellow shirt on and no shoes. In my head I remember saying to myself, “aww poor little guy, he doesn’t have any shoes; these streets are disgusting”.  Then all of a sudden my translator and friend pointed her out to me, Big Mama. I was startled out of my thought of the boy and immediately grabbed my phone to take pictures of this woman to add to the wall in my room to pray.  As I was doing this my friend yelled at me to come back to him.  Apparently he wasn’t done talking to me.  I went back to my friend and he began to tell me what actually just happened. He said, “She just bought him. That little boy.  Big Mama just bought him right here.”   

I was shocked. I didn’t know how to process the information. That little boy that I was just staring at and thinking about his shoeless feet was actually getting purchased by the pimp of the town.


My thoughts:


“How did I not know? How did I not notice?”


“Where did she go, I’ll buy him back!”

I thanked my friend for telling me what just happened, grabbed a different friend and left to search for Big Mama. Honestly, I wasn’t thinking very straight, but I was FEELING a great deal.  How could an old woman but a child? a little boy? 2 years old!

Its taken me a lot of time to process that day.  I’ve thought about my reactions, my emotions; were they appropriate? were they too much? not enough? should I have done something more? what would I have done if I found her?

I searched for about 20 minutes that day walking up and down the street and No-Man’s Land. I never saw the boy or Big Mama again.

When I got back to my house I fell apart.  I couldn’t stop thinking.

This little 2 year old boy let go of his mom’s hand and took the hand of Big Mama

He will be sleeping in a brand new place, with brand new people

How scared is he right now? Is he terrified? Is he sad? Missing him mom and dad?

His life will never be the same

He belongs to Big Mama now – and all that entails

I’m telling you this story because I am broken by it, and I honestly think everybody should be.  People are not supposed to be bought especially babies just 2 years old!.  Children are to be cherished, taken care of, put first in life, loved, and fought for.  I am not sitting here in judgment on anybody. Not Big Mama or the boy’s parents. I have never lived in day to day survival mode. I  don’t live or understand their culture. I’m not angry, I’m simply just heart broken over this unacceptable reality that plagues the town I live in.

This unacceptable reality is exactly why I am in Thailand. THIS is why I am spending my time at No-Man’s Land.   My goal is to be known, trusted and well liked with the people along the border and inside of NML.  I want them to come to me before they go to Big Mama. 

Outpour Movement doesn’t yet have a place to house children like this, but I know of some great ministries in town that do.  So until we have a safe house I will be continuing to do everything I can to show love, build trust and a reputation.

Yellow Curry and Rice

The past 5 weeks have been a whirl wind!  I mean CRAZY busy with so much good stuff going on!!

One of the best things this last week was the opportunity to continue to build trust with the Chief of NML and show the people living inside NML that we care and love them.  For the first time we were able to feed over 300 people.   We cooked up a storm of Yellow Curry and a ton of rice!!


Here are some photos:


So many potatoes to clean, we ran out of sinks! Tub it is


Chopping up onions and potatoes


This little beauty slept through all of the work…I think I’ll try this tactic next time! ha


We also ran out of places to chop…side table in the living room will do juuuuuust fine.


25 Kilos of chicken!


Chop Chop


DSC_0069 In the middle of chopping onions and potatoes= messy!


This is Candace teaching us how to cook Yellow Curry


We had so much rice!!!


We put the rice in these boxes and the curry in bags


You are loved You are worthy You are not forgotten


We fed over 300 people with the food in these boxes


My translator and friend, Myo, and Lindsay


At the fish market, taking boxes down to NML


This is my friend who works in the fish market on the edge of NML day after day – she’s holding some the baby of some teammates here.


It never fails!! They always fix my clothes up


Thai military

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10 people chopping potatoes, onions and chicken for 4 ours Friday afternoon

New Jerusalem (children’s home) cooked 35 Kilos of rice

20 people in and out of the house helping to cook Saturday for another 4.5 hours.

At the end of it all – – over 300 No-Man’s people were fed a delicious meal!



Hit The Ground Running

I feel like I’ve been running and running.  In real life, I HATE running.  I’ve tried to be a ‘runner’ so many times, and it just doesn’t work for me.  BUT in the figurative sense I LOVE running. I am alive, awake, productive and the most joyful when I have a big task at hand. So this last season has actually been a huge blessing to me.

Pretty much all of January I spent with people I care about in America -my family, my friends and my church family.  When my plane touched down in Mae Sot, Thailand I really hit the ground running!

Outpour Movement is crazy busy right now moving forward in a HUGE way.  I’ll be writing and posting updates at the time goes to fill everybody in, but for now I want to tell you about our big move. The place where we have our two businesses is on a back road near the city center. We have put about a dozen signs around the city telling people how to get to our location and I think for only being open for a year and a half (for the restaurant, one year for the bike shop) we’ve done pretty well.   But as any business person knows, you have always got to be improving and location is EVERYTHING.

Therefore, we are moving our two businesses to the main road inside Mae Sot city area!  The spot is prime!  The potential for the property stretches far and our hands have already been at work for a month now getting the new space ready for us.  We are hoping to move in June, and we’ll be keeping our current building as team housing. The place needs a LOT of work done, so for the next few months we’ll all be spending some time at the new place getting it ready.


Here is a shot from inside the new building. This is Michael collaborating with our friend/videographer about our new property.


Another BIG announcement is Outpour Movement finally has a team truck!  We fundraised for this for months and its now HERE!  We now use this truck for so many different things. When we have teams come and serve us, we load ’em up in here, when we need supplies, when I’m doing a FEAST at NML -all kids of things – The truck is used daily, and we are very grateful for it!

Below is a fun video our staff made as a THANK YOU to all the donors for helping us get the truck!

Outpour Thank You Dance Video from Wesley Vickers on Vimeo.

Last day in Mae Sot

Here is a short glimpse into the last day I was in Mae Sot before coming home for Christmas.  Only two weeks left in America, then its back to Thailand!!

I walk up and down the sidewalk that borders Thailand and No-Man’s Land, as I pass the small shops made out of bamboo I see familiar faces. There are men selling cigarettes, women selling alcohol and sex toys. We make eye contact, I smile and say, “Mingalaba, ne kgown la?” (hello, how are you) and watch as their stone faces melt into smile and blurt out “Kgown de, kgown de!” (I am good, I am good). I continue to walk by but the woman yells at me to stop.  She motions with her hand for me to come close.  I am leaning over the rail as far as I can into her shop. She pulls the fresh flowers out of her hair and bobby pins them into mine.   What a beautiful gesture of friendship! I am smiling from ear to ear and all I can say is, “Jaa zu tin bade” (Thank you) over and over again.

I continue walking as a woman I’ve talked with several times grabs my arm to stop me.  She reaches into her plastic bag full of ice cold RedBulls, grabs one and puts it in my hands. (RedBull is a big deal here!) A gesture of love and acceptance. I put my hands together and bow as is the custom to show great gratitude and respect.  Again, I am smiling from ear to ear.

Almost immediately another woman is grabbing my arm and pulling me down to the bench she is sitting on. She looks at my longyi (customary wrap-around skirt) and shakes her head. With that look I know that is my cue to stand back up and stretch my arms out. As she stands up she yanks the longyi from around my waist. (I’ve learned to wear shorts under my longyi for this exact reason.) She’s been wearing longyis her whole life and knows exactly how to wrap them, tie them and aline the patterns to look perfect. She didn’t waste any time ripping that thing off of me and re-tying it to look the way it ought to.  After I was looking good with the flower in my hair and longyi fixed perfectly we sat together and chatted.

I left the border that day crying. I have been going there two to three times a week to walk, talk and pray and that day I saw some fruit of my labor!  These people know me!  They accept me!  Their faces communicate that they are delighted to see.

My ultimate prayer for No-Man’s Land is it would be a place that the Kingdom has come and God is present. As a result of God’s presence I believe lives will be changed and hope will be present. I love the people I’ve met living in NML and want all of them to know Love and Grace and Provision. I want them to know all of God and be all filled by him.  I understand that this will take a long time with many people pouring in and a lot of prayer. So I am asking if you would partner with me as I am walking WITH God to do as he leads.

I am in great need of monthly supporters.  I need $400 a month to continue this ministry 

That could be 8 people giving $50 a month or 4 people giving $100.

If you feel lead, please help and be a part of my team.  ***All donations are tax deductible

For online giving click the “Support and Donations” tab a the top of this website.

To give by check:   Kingdom Incorporated Ministries (include my name in the memo)

Mail to:  PO Box 98438 Atlanta, GA 30359

Thanks everyone!

A Peek Inside (all photos)


A part of my NML prayer wall


A part of my NML prayer wall


A part of NML prayer wall


A part of NML prayer wall


No-Man’s Land – tiny strip of land thats lawless


My friends Moo Moo and Buzi Na selling fish at the border


My favorite man from Burma…Myo


Boxes of food for a FEAST. Food for NML people


A friend is helping me attach notes of love and truth to the boxes


Food for the FEAST. Fed 150 people that day


Note of truth and love on every box


Inside NML


Looking into NML


Over looking into NML


Burma is to the left Right of river is NML


This is NML






This is a great friend that I talk with and have a good friendship with


Small shops along the border of NML and Thailand


Little girl walks around NML


Taken from NML looking to the right at Burma


The fish market right outside of NML




Inside of NML


The crabs are in Thailand, and the man w/o a shirt on is standing in NML


To the left of the rail is NML. The side walk and right is Thailand


Homes within NML


Bamboo shops on stilts selling their goods. The shops are in NML and the side walk is Thailand


These are two of my greatest friends. Moo Moo and Buzi -Na


Homes inside NML


Homes inside NML


Men with the blue tubs are taking food from the FEAST last month


The side-walk I stroll praying and meeting new people


Men carrying tubs full of food from a FEAST




He studies so hard, he's been know to fall right asleep!

He studies so hard, he’s been know to fall right asleep!


Kids from the Refuge


Me baking with the kids from the Refuge


Me and Ectho


What a cute kid!