....continued, It wasn’t a dangerous turn, there was no traffic. To me it made no sense why I couldn’t turn. I quickly called Cc and told her what happened. She also told me that I was at the wrong market!!! Oh no…I asked her to take the Tuk Tuk home. I also asked her to pray for mercy as I speak to these fine young men!
I jumped back into the jeep and drove reluctantly over to the police post on the corner of the intersection. I’d always wondered what happened to people who ‘broke the law’ and walked into one of these little ‘Fuzz huts’. I was about to find out and I was praying, ‘Lord have mercy, show me your mercy’.
There were 9 young policemen standing around the one little hut. ‘My guy’ was right in the middle of the hut. He told me to come in. I pretended not to understand. I stood outside with the boys. Some were laughing and giggling. They listened into my bad Lao and 'my guy's' bad English. He kept showing me the ‘fine book’. He told me he was going to write a fine and send me down to the Police station to pay it. I said, ok. He said ‘ok’? I said, ‘up to you, you’re the police man. I’ve done the wrong thing. I don’t want to but you tell me what to do’. I apologised once again and raised my clasped hands to my big nose.
He looked at his mates and then he gave me back my licence. Another guy said in English, don’t break the policy again. My hands went straight back to my nose. My heart lept with joy to God. The FUZZ showed me ‘grace’!! The policeman showed me mercy!!!
I was so thrilled that God had softened his heart!! God did that. He answered our prayer. He showed me that the ‘can’ and ‘does’ do that!!! He was teaching me a valuable lesson.
I got home really pumped and told Cc everything. She said, ‘great, but the Tuk Tuk man just ripped me off, you should have prayed for mercy all round
I jumped back into the jeep and drove reluctantly over to the police post on the corner of the intersection. I’d always wondered what happened to people who ‘broke the law’ and walked into one of these little ‘Fuzz huts’. I was about to find out and I was praying, ‘Lord have mercy, show me your mercy’.
There were 9 young policemen standing around the one little hut. ‘My guy’ was right in the middle of the hut. He told me to come in. I pretended not to understand. I stood outside with the boys. Some were laughing and giggling. They listened into my bad Lao and 'my guy's' bad English. He kept showing me the ‘fine book’. He told me he was going to write a fine and send me down to the Police station to pay it. I said, ok. He said ‘ok’? I said, ‘up to you, you’re the police man. I’ve done the wrong thing. I don’t want to but you tell me what to do’. I apologised once again and raised my clasped hands to my big nose.
He looked at his mates and then he gave me back my licence. Another guy said in English, don’t break the policy again. My hands went straight back to my nose. My heart lept with joy to God. The FUZZ showed me ‘grace’!! The policeman showed me mercy!!!
I was so thrilled that God had softened his heart!! God did that. He answered our prayer. He showed me that the ‘can’ and ‘does’ do that!!! He was teaching me a valuable lesson.
I got home really pumped and told Cc everything. She said, ‘great, but the Tuk Tuk man just ripped me off, you should have prayed for mercy all round
