On a recent mission trip to Myanmar, I was privileged to teach English to 10 Myanmar orphans at a junior leadership camp. Many of these students lost family in cyclone Nargis of 2009 or were slaves. The students were so eager to learn, well-behaved, and mature in some ways yet innocent in other ways. Our main objective was to instill confidence in speaking another language. So we used the theme of a hero. We talked about the heroes in their lives and I was surprised at how many of their heroes were their father (who no longer could take care of them) or their brother. It wasn’t until the last day that I realized these two students in my English class were brother and sister.
That’s when I remembered.
In class, the sister had said that her hero was her brother—and he was sitting in class to hear it. Oh, how I wished I would have seen his face! This brother and sister lost their parents and siblings because of the cyclone. Just a few years ago he wasn’t as kind to his sister as he could have been. Now, he’s changed because of his love of God and is looking out for her and she looks up to him as her hero.