Amazonian Wednesdays 🌴
January 2017
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It was 1998, my very first year as a missionary in Peru. I remember the skinny kid at my all-night prayer vigils every Friday, always mischievous. Daniel was his name. Always up to something, that impish grin on his face. Sometimes I wondered if he and his sidekicks just came to get away from home. I would put all of my young zeal into inspiring them to seek the Lord; they would put all of theirs into goofing off until it was time to go home. Was it all in vain?
When I got married and moved back to Peru in 2001, Daniel was no longer in church. He was running with the wrong crowd. But he had a praying mother who would not give up.
Fast forward to the end of 2015. Daniel, sadly, had become an alcoholic. One tragic evening, in a drunken stupor, he crashed his motorcycle. Continue reading Three Strikes and You’re…Saved!
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