We spent yesterday morning shouting across two chain link fences to a family who has been in the Immigration Detention Centre for almost two years. As we tried to make out their story over the sounds of others doing the same thing, I was struck with the hope this family from Pakistan had. Though their brother and mother were suffering health issues, their grandfather was still in Pakistan, and they were crammed into small cells with little to do–they still carried a hope with them.
Later we walked through a slum that many people call home. Only a few minutes away we explored a mall full of designer stores, fake plants, and white tile. The contrasts in Bangkok culture are extreme. But one thing I thought was that all the people we passed seemed to be trapped in their lifestyles. Whether in poverty or abundance, they were all in need of the love of the Father.