Can I get a drumroll please?
I am truly excited to introduce to you…
This week as I was spending some time in prayer, God dropped a brand new idea into my heart. It’s this: I have received feedback requesting that I put more of my life as a missionary into my blog. At this point in my life, I have over two hundred missionary stories typed up from our ministry life in Iquitos, Peru, in the heart of the Amazon Jungle… we are talking twenty-two years’ worth. I have released them in newsletters but rarely here on my blog. Holy Spirit said it’s time to do that!
I have such a strong sense of His leading in this, it’s got my spirit stirred up with His joy. He has impressed it on my heart to do so every Wednesday, and use a combination of recent stories, and old ones. So, without further ado, here is our very first release, coming from just last month:
“Pastor, I’m rushing my son to the hospital. He’s in terrible pain.” This incoming message popped up on my phone from Lily’s tutor, Yermé Gastulo. Yermé has been a part of our lives for over two decades now. Israel and I mentored her in the years of our early marriage. Now her teenage son Lucas was gravely ill. Our hearts sunk when we learned the diagnosis: appendicitis.
I have heard countless horror stories about the government-run hospitals in Iquitos: Surgeons leaving a surgical needle inside of the patient. Desperate families selling their possessions to buy medicines… only to have hospital staff steal them while the patient was sleeping… to then turn around and sell them to other desperate families. Dying individuals going days without any medical attention. Badly rusting equipment, beds without linens, dirty floors, and much worse…
You would never want to utilize these places. Even if your life depended on it. And Lucas’ did. So I was deeply saddened by what happened next. The Continue reading Almost Killed by a Burst Appendix… But God!