A Heart of Flesh for a Heart of Stone

Amazonian Wednesdays 🌴

Young missionary me and a dear sister, my first year in Iquitos

I’m sharing this one today from May 1998:


Lucinda, sixteen years old, grew up in a difficult neighborhood, She had to deal with hardships typical of such an environment. She was sexually abused by her step-father and often felt overwhelmed by the lack of food in her house.  Trying to find temporary escape from her problems, she looked to worldly parties and the wild setting of the discotecas.

She explains that when I first arrived, she felt enslaved by the pleasures of sin, and that she came to church only as a two-faced Christian. This past Friday she gave her testimony. She shared joyfully that Continue reading A Heart of Flesh for a Heart of Stone