Dear Friends,
I want to thank you all for your prayers and support over the past few years. After being a parrticipant with the World Race in 2007 the Lord
has lead me on a journey beyond my expectations. The summer of 2008 I was privileged to lead a college-aged trip with Adventures in Missions (AIM) to Swaziland, Africa and then following that, to lead a 9 month trip to Granada, Nicaragua.
I have been challenged and stretched in what it means to be a leader and to serve with humility. I have seen the Lord's heart for the young adults of our nation and what it means to be a radical disciple of Christ. I have had the joy of seeing participants learn to walk in their identities in Christ, to abandon all that they have known to follow the Lord, and to be the hands of feet of Jesus to the nations.
Since I was young I have had a heart for missions and over the past few years I have developed a heart for discipling young adults of our nation. The Lord has opened doors for me to combine all of these passions and to come on staff with Adventures in Missions as a full-time Real Life leader. Over the next few years I will be on staff with AIM leading trips for participants ages 18-24. I'll have the opportunity to lead trips to a variety of locations such as Swaziland, South Africa, India, Philippines, Peru, Romania, Ireland, Uganda, among others.
This fall I will be going to Matamoros, Mexico to lead a team for 8 weeks with the Novas Project. Beyond that I will go wherever AIM needs me to be. I will be spending most of the year out in the field with the Real life teams and will be spending a few months each year stateside. I am very excited about what the future holds, and I am humbled by the ways that I have seen the Lord's hand in this.
Would you consider partnering with me on this adventure? Because AIM is a faith based mission, it is necessary that I raise financial support to continue what the Lord has called me to do. I need to raise $1650 a month to do so. I ask that you prayerfully consider supporting me on a monthly basis. If I had 17 people give $100 a month or 33 people give $50 a month then my goal would be met. Whether it is a few dollars or $500 everything is greatly appreciate. I understand that not everyone is at a place to give monthly; perhaps God is leading you to give a one-time gift to support me in this ministry. All donations are tax deductible and may be made by clicking on the "support me" link on the left hand side of my blog. I am learning to step out in faith and trust that the Lord will meet my needs.
Just as much as I need your financially support I need your prayers. Would you also considers partnering with me in prayer. Please pray that the Lord would work in the hearts of these young adults as they reach out to the nations, that I would continue to grow in my walk with the Lord, and that I would be bold in sharing Christ in the nations.
God Bless
Tana Turner
c/o Adventures in Missions
6000 Wellspring Trail
Gainesville, GA 30506
Cell:
704-807-8366
Email:
coloradosc29@hotmail.com
Skype:
tana.turner
Blog:
tanaturner.theworldrace.org
AIM's website:
www.adventures.org
"Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever. As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people both now and forever more."
G ranada welcomed Vida Joven, or Nicaragua's Young Life, in September of last year. The pro-gram has been
wildly successful, demonstrating that young people here are hungry for whole-some alternatives to drugs, alcohol and life on the streets. El Puente is bursting with kids each Thursday night, and we've expanded the program with additional offerings throughout the week. However, financing the program is not easy. Joe, a member of our Awakening team, suggested we put on a 5K Fun Run in Granada to spread the word and raise support. The city has given its blessing, and we are scheduled to go on April 25th.
As the first event of this sort for all of us, we are looking for ways to make this a success for the kids. AIM has opened a dedicated account in which sponsorship funds may be collected. If you would like to sponsor young people in this race, we'd like to make this account available to you as well. If you'd like to help, we suggest the following sponsorship levels:
Single Sponsorship: $5
Triple Sponsorship: $15
Quintuplets: $25
Ten Youngsters: $50
Of course, you could give more or less, as your budget allows.
All funds collected will go directly to the Granada Vida Joven Club. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. Thanks for your consideration, and for helping these kids step out in faith.
Checks
may be mailed to:
Adventures in Missions
6000 Wellspring Trail
Gainesville, GA 30506
Attention: Nicaragua Kids Camp Fun Run - (Don't forget this part)
or, Contributions may be made online at:
1. In the drop down menu select "Support A World Race Project"
2. In the Project box that appears, type in: Nicaragua Kids Camp Fun Run
3. Follow the donation process through.
All funds collected will go directly to the Granada Vida Joven Club. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. Thanks for your consideration, and for helping these kids step out in faith.
A lot has been happening here in Nicaragua over the past few months. The team has been active in the community and is seeking the Lord with what he would have them do here. Several members of the team have started a House of Prayer literally in our backyard. They've recently made a video detailing what is happening with the House of Prayer. Check it out!
Well, It's been a year since I last wrote on here. A lot has happened since the world race ended last November and I wanted to update everyone on what is going on in my life. After the world race finished I went home to Charlotte, North Carolina to spend some time with my parents, sister, and brother. I took several months off then started to explore different opportunities with working with AIM. I ended up doing some administrated stuff with World Race marketing for a few months, while trying to raise support to come on staff with AIM. After a few months, I knew that I couldn't do admin work for much longer, so I started talking to various people at the office about other opportunities. Doors started opening within another department to lead trips for college aged students. It was too obvious that the Lord was directing my steps in this direction, so I followed where He was taking me.
This summer I co-lead a trip to Swaziland, Africa for two months. I had an absolutely amazing team of 18, along with two great co-leaders.
Team Swazi- Summer 2008
About halfway through the trip other doors started to open for me to continue to lead trips. I was asked to lead a team of college students for 9 months to Nicaragua. My first reaction was "Absolutely not". Last year on the World Race, Nicaragua was probably my least favorite country, for various reasons. But I knew that I needed to pray and seek the Lord with where he would have me go. After much prayer I knew the Lord was telling me to go back to Nicaragua, even though it wasn't what I wanted to do.
So here I am a year after finishing the World Race, sitting in a café in Granada, Nicaragua. I have been blessed with a wonderful team and a great co-leader, once again. I will admit though that it has been a struggle at times, being back here. I think I had become a bit bitter about Nicaragua in general. The Lord is working on my heart though and I am coming to really enjoy the time and the people here.
My team in Nicaragua, minus Joanne, plus Heather and Don and Connie Rock!
I want to say a big thank you
to all of you who supported me this year. I can't wait to share with
ya'll when I get back to the States! With just a week left, I'm still
needing some help to finish the year financially. Let me ask
for your help. If you could send a final check to AIM now, it would help
put me on the plane home! There are a few of us who still have negative
balances, so if you'd like to give an extra amount, please click on "support me" on the left hand side of the page. See you soon!!!
The day seemed like a typical day at the orphanage. We arrived by tuk tuk and were greeted in typical fashion. "Hello Mammy" echoed through the yard and huge hugs were given all around. Children grabbed my hands and pulled me towards the classroom in the back of the property. This is also were the boys sleep. At this point all still seems normal. Paper is pulled out, pictures are drawn, and bracelets are being made.
I start looking around seeing what the older boys are doing. I see one of my boys lying in bed talking with another boy. Korb (pronounced Cob) is a quite shy boy of 16 who doesn't speak english at all. But he has a tender heart and is befriended by all. I walked over to the two boys to see what is going on. Korb turns his face towards me and I see that one of his cheeks is extremely swollen. I try as best I can to find out what is wrong and all I get is "sick". I think surely someone must know what is going on. I talked to them for a few moments more then return to the other kids.
A few minutes later one of the men that works there (he also speaks some english) comes into the classroom area. Feeling compelled to make sure they know what is going on with Korb, I ask what is wrong with him. The worker has no clue but quickly jumps into action, finds Korb and asks him what hurts. Turns out it is his tooth and he has a huge hole in it. We all go up to the front of the orphanage and he is quickly taken by moto to go see a dr.
After he leaves I return to chaos in the classroom. Trunks are being sorted through and children look close to tears. I find one of the girls from the church that has come to join us for the day. She tells me that 7 of the boys are being moved to a different province. They are now packing their bags and grabbing their mats to leave. I head up again to the front with some of these boys. Children are scattered all around trying to hold themselves together. Girls start coming up to stephanie and I, just wanting to be touched. Other girls are trying to take care of their friends who are devestated by what is going on.
Again we head to the back to where the boys are eating through their tears. Many can barely even swallow. Many of the other children are gathered around them as these boys try to contain themselves and eat their last meal at what has been their home.
After they are done eating they start to head to the truck and the tears fall even harder.
Finally its time to go. I ask the man taking them to the other orphanage who exactly is going, so that we can pray for them. Six boys are pointed out instead of seven. I find out later that the seventh is Korb. Because of being sick he will leave 2 days later. We ask the children to come pray with us and as they come in closer the dams break forth. Children are reaching out to each other, hanging on for dear life. Not wanting to let their family go.
At this point my heart breaks for these children and I can barely hold it together. I look around at the other nessa girls and see them trying to contain the tears as well. Another of my favorite boys is leaving and it is tearing me apart and i've only known him for 2 weeks.
These kids have become mine. Imagine how these children feel. They have known these boys for a lot longer. These are their brothers and they are being torn from them. These children have been abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love and care from them. Makes me wonder what goes through their heads losing a loved one again.
Not to say that it is an bad thing that they are leaving. The orphanage has become too crowded and another orphanage had more room. But the way these orphans have bonded together became evident
The next day we returned to the orphanage and Korb was there. I went to say hello and to see how he was feeling. He was doing better but I could tell that he was feeling the loss of having to leave the next day. He became my shadow and barely left my side that morning. He just quietly followed along wanting some comfort. Just needed to feel that someone cared.
It was really hard leaving Korb that morning knowing that I would not see him when I returned. But knowing that the Lord was right by his side each and every step helped.
Please pray for these boys as they transition and also for all of the children at the CPCDO orphanage.
This is taken from my teamate Stephanies blog: A testimony that will change your life.
I encourage you to read this entire testimony - though it's a bit long. It will change you!
The last night at our ministry site
in Phnom Penh, the Pastor of our church and his wife, shared their
testimony. It's a testimony of hardship and survival and hope set
during and after the 4 year Khmer Rouge Rule. (read more here) It left me speechless…
I am thankful that I experienced
the communist regime (Khmer Rouge). Without those 4 years of extreme
hardship and suffering, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Pastor Keat
Pastor
Keat was 17 years old when he had to flee Phnom Penh with his parents,
brothers and grandmother. His family threw everything they could onto a
2 wheeled push cart and started walking. It took them 2 weeks to get
out of Phnom Penh due to the mass migration - 2 million leaving the
city…at the same time…in a state of panic…with only 6 exit roads. Chaos
and fear. He passed by dead people lying on the side of the road. He
witnessed a father drive his family off a bridge into the water because
he did not want his family to have to face whatever lie ahead.
Pastor Keat's family got split up immediately by the Khmer Rouge
soldiers. His grandmother went to one camp to feed the pigs (as there
was no such thing as retirement or Social Security). His mom was sent
to another camp to dry rice and Pastor was sent to a 're-education
center' in the jungle near the Thailand border.
It was here that he lived in constant fear for the next 4 years of
his life. He would get up at the break of day and head to the rice
fields without breakfast. A small bowl of watery rice with banana bark
was served for lunch and supper. Basically 'pig slop' he called it.
"Our stomachs couldn't digest it because it was food meant for pigs!
Diarrhea became a way of life. And, unfortunately, it claimed many
lives." At night he would collapse from shear exhaustion.
The only break allowed during the day was a 15 minute hiatus to
smoke. So Pastor Keat became a smoker, as did everyone else. He laughs
as his mind rewinds to the scene. But, there were no cigarettes. So, he
had to grow his own tobacco plant and roll his own cigarette. But, it
was worth the break!
Their diet was supplemented by insects, maggots, termites, rats,
snakes, spiders, raw potatoes…anything that might help curb their
hunger pains. But you couldn't let a soldier see, or you would be
killed. Protein and abundance of food was served during the only 3 day
holiday of the year - to celebrate communism's victory over Cambodia.
Meat was served and eaten in great quantities, but it could no longer
be properly digested due to its absence in the daily diet. Thus, many
people became sick and died.
At the onset of the communist rule, life as he knew it was
demolished. Freedom was stolen and replaced by fear and oppression.
Life was now a test of survival. A game to see who could make it out
alive. Money became obsolete. There was nothing to buy anyways. You did
what they told you to do and ate whatever they served you. To protest
or complain signaled your death. To live, you played dumb. You answered
every question wit a "yes'. A 'No' also signaled death. Any possible
opposition to communism was not tolerated. Pastor Keat remembers,
"While eating rice, if a soldier overheard me talk about BBQ chicken, I
could have been killed!"
Each khmer soldier was a leader of 10 'students' and he would watch
them like a hawk. Pastor Keat was only allowed to see his mom once day
a year. You had to ask permission to go to the bathroom. And they often
refused. Sally, Pastor Keat's wife, remembers learning to pee standing
up - like guys - because no break or privacy was granted to women.
Upon arriving at the camp, you were issued 2 outfits for the year: 2
black shirts and 2 black pants. You were also given a bowl and spoon.
Shoes were not necessary, and soon 1/2 inch calluses were formed on the
soles of feet. Toothbrushes, combs, soap - all unnecessary according to
the communists. Coal, chalk and sand were used to brush teeth. Their
hand served as a comb.
The lack of clean water and soap became a huge sanitation issue that
lead to the death of many. During the rainy season, fresh puddles were
a glorious treat; but the dry season was miserable. Standstill puddles
of murky water was the only water source. You would bathe in them while
washing your clothes. Then, the same water was used to drink and cook
with. Month after month…
Marriage was not allowed during the first 3 years of the regime. In
fact, you could get shot if a man was found talking with a women. And,
of course, showing affection was strictly prohibited. Out of the blue
one day, the soldiers decided that they wanted everyone to marry. So,
they lined up girls on one side and guys on the other. The person who
was standing across from you was now your husband or wife. Mass
weddings took place.
Some camps allowed you to choose your wife and Pastor was granted
permission to marry Sally. One night after a long days work in the rice
paddy, they had a wedding ceremony with three other couples. Everyone
who was living at the camp was in attendance. No special clothes were
issued. Your same black clothes were worn. A go as you are mentality.
During the ceremony you make vows with the communists, not your spouse.
Both Pastor and Sally look at each other and smile as they recall how
foolish it was. "We promised them that we would go wherever they sent
us and do whatever they told us to do. Then we went to bed and woke up
in the morning in time for work. No honeymoon or celebration involved."
A couple months later, the soldiers sent Pastor Keat away to another
camp. It was their test - to see if they were faithful to each other or
the communists. Many husbands were killed, but Pastor returned
unharmed.
They both had multiple near death experiences. Sally can vividly
recall one of the scenes. She did not agree to one of her leaders
requests, so she was brought out to a hole where dead bodies lay. He
threatened her and told her she was next and that she had a few days to
think about it. He left her out by the hole and returned a few days
later. He had decided not to waste a bullet on her as he would rather
use it to kill and animal for dinner.
After four years of living this hell day in and day out, they had an
opportunity to escape. The Vietnamese army invaded Cambodia and most of
the Khmer Rouge soldiers were preoccupied with fighting. Sally and
Pastor Keat made a one month journey to the Thai border were they found
refuge in a refugee camp. During this time, Sally gave birth. Due to
exhaustion, malnutrition and lack of milk, the baby died one month
later.
At the refugee camp someone was sharing the Gospel - a life of hope
and freedom. They listened and accepted Jesus on the spot. Soon after
they were sponsored to go to America and they ended up in Hawaii. Long
story short, they learned English and Pastor Keat became a successful
contractor. After spending 14 years in Hawaii, the Lord called them
both back to Cambodia to start a church in their homeland. So here they
are...
His ending remarks: God is
sovereign. Though we do not understand why God allowed these
atrocities, we do know that it brought Cambodia into a mindset that is
eager to hear the Gospel and ready to accept the hope and freedom that
comes only from Jesus. After living in constant fear and oppression for
many years, a Savior is definitely 'Good News'. Before the Khmer Rouge,
there were only a handful of Christians in Cambodia. Now there are
hundreds of thousands of us! Who knows if I would be following Jesus
today if I had not experienced this depth of hopelessness and despair…I now live a life of gratitude…self-discipline and hard work come naturally…and I can eat BBQ chicken whenever I want… Pastor Keat
WoW!!! I can't believe that this 11 months is almost finished. Only 1 1/2 months left to go. I have learned so much this year, about God, the world, and myself. I have seen things that I had never thought possible.
We are now about to finish up this race and year by heading to China. However, to finish out this race, I'm still in need of
$1,050 with the need of $400 more by the end of this month.
If you can help me out and would like to donate electronically, please click on the button on the left-hand side of the screen that says Support Me! If you would like to send a check, please mark on the memo section "For World Racer Tana Turner". All checks can be sent to
Adventure In Missions
6000 Wellspring Trail
Gainesville, GA 30506
Thank you all so much for all of the love, prayers, and support throughout this year. It has made a difference.
"For I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger and you invited me in to your home. I was naked and you gave me clothing. I was sick and you cared for me. I was in prison and you visited me. ... I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters. you were doing it to me." "I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me." Matthew 25:35,40,45
I think this verse pertains to having a little bit of fun too.
Last week we decided to take the kids from the orphanage to the water park for a day of fun. These children really don't have a place to play other than their rooms. We wanted to give them a chance to let loose a little bit. This blog is not to say "oh look at us, look at what we did" but rather to give you a chance to meet my friend Jesus.
During those few days at the water park we had the chance to see these children light up. And as one of my teamates put it... to play at the water park with Jesus! These kids were full of energy, running around, grabbing us to come along and inviting us to join in on their party. Mame (what they call the older mother figures) soon became the name that they called each one of us. Mame look...mame come...mame (i just want a hug). I saw the eyes of Jesus in these children.
So....I would like to introduce you to Jesus, come see a part of who he is.
Michelle wrote a great blog about our day touring Phnom Penh and learning the history of Cambodia. It's grotesque some of the things that we saw. I'm pasting her blog here.
While in the Phnom Phen, we were able to tour the city and learn a bit of the history of Cambodia.
It is hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that only 30 years ago a genocide occurred here … but what is more astonishing is the fact that I had
never even heard about it.
The Khmer Rouge … the Killing Fields … 1975-1979 over 2 million Cambodians murdered.
In his insanity and drive towards creating a Communist Cambodia, the leader of the Khmer Rouge, Pol Pot, killed off anyone in his way - the educated class
and their families, doctors, teachers, students, engineers, Buddhist monks, foreigners, etc.
He believed that by having an uneducated mass of followers, he could more easily create a working class which would help to establish the Communistic "equal" society that he dreamed of for Cambodia.
It's all just
REALLY messed up.
We were able to visit the S-21 center where approximately 20,000 Cambodians were imprisoned, tortured, and killed.
The statistics say that of the thousands of citizens who entered S-21, only 7 survived.
The sick part of it all … the center is directly in the center of the city and was once a high school before Pol Pot and his regime transformed it into a killing center.
Makeshift wooden and brick cells in the classrooms, cruel torture methods, bar on the windows, barbed wire across the length of the school buildings.
It's like a
terrible, unbelievable nightmare.
There were rooms and rooms of snapshots of the prisoners killed at S-21.
Apparently the center kept incredible records of the men, women, and children who were funneled through there.
This included mug shots with their numbers on their chests and the many pages of "confessions" that were extracted out of the innocent prisoners.
We spent several hours at the center.
It was all overwhelming to take in.
It was hard to understand how we can as human beings continue to do such appalling things.
And that we sit thousands of miles distanced from it and don't even know that it is occurring.
And that we don't intervene when we
DO know it's happening.
It all gets really messy, I understand … but 2 million people in the span of 4 years is a high price to pay for our ignorance, blind eye and politically "neutral" stance.
After the museum, we visited one of the actual "Killing Fields."
The Khmer Rouge would transport truckloads of Cambodians to these locations for either death or burial.
The site is currently the location of a monument to the victims.
I would ask that you would respectfully read what information that you can from these photographs and consider looking up more information about the tragedy of the Khmer Rouge and the Killing Fields.
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It's hard to let myself be opened up to tragedy and evil of such proportions.
To see the things that I have seen just in the past 5 weeks.
There's a difference in knowing about issues or events .. and actually seeing and experiencing them first hand.
At times it is very difficult to have faith and believe that there really is a God out there somewhere big enough to handle all that I've seen.
And while it's hard to grasp, I have honestly come to believe that
all of this is for a purpose.
Because the Lord does
not desire His children's eyes to remain closed.
He does
not desire His church to remain sheltered.
He does
not desire His kingdom or His people to remain uninformed, ineffective, or insensitive.
There is a reason that my life has come in contact with all of this … and there are reasons that I have the ability to pass on what I have seen to
YOU.
If the Kingdom of God is to COME, it requires MOVEMENT.
It requires action.
And I really believe that our role in the Kingdom coming begins with seeing and feeling and experiencing ALL that this world entails.
It begins with being informed and letting issues affect us.
It begins when hearts are invested.
It begins when we REALLY start becoming the hands and feet of God in a world that so desperately needs His touch.
It begins when we
can't help but do anything else.
Because we can no longer turn our eyes.
And we can't forget what we've seen.