At the Mae La Refugee Camp there is a thatch dorm for handicapped Karen men who suffered land mine accidents and violence at the hands of the Myanmar military. I was invited to visit these men. On my arrival they rallied and sang to us wanting to give something to us. After their music, wanting to give something to them, I talked about faith, hope and love in the midst of the brokenness of life then we prayed with them and visited each one. One member in our group who had come to visit the camp that day, a writer from Sweden, an unbeliever, was greatly moved – on account of their courage and serenity; and the thoughts of faith hope and love in the depths, when life appears beyond redemption. He had come to Thailand for fun but decided for a day off to visit this camp. I ate lunch with him after our meeting it was clear he was stirred and shaken. The fullness of the ‘empty’ and the emptiness of the ‘full’ had wedged itself into his mind.