Not much going on lately. We’ve been in school and just recently have had a break from it. Tomorrow we’re going to Lima to get the process started of getting our residency cards (holla!) which is going to be really exciting. I’ll be bonafide Peruvian coming up here before the years end.
The main entry of this blog comes from two stories that I think you might find interesting. These stories spawn from almost opposite ends of the spectrum, so including them in one blog post makes perfect sense.
So a little over a week ago Roy, Nelson (the Peruvian partner of Micah), and I were sick of being in the house, so we took off downtown to get some ice cream and music. We were walking by the main plaza and turned a corner. We were in a very touristy section of town, with a fair amount of people. About 100 feet after we turned the corner, this huge hairy man came running at us screaming. He was babbling, screaming, and spitting nonsense right at our face. It’s not like anything I can explain, but much easier to show. He wasn’t babbling Spanish, he wasn’t screaming English, but now (afterwards) I realize that it was demon.
So this guy picks us out, out of all of these people. At the time, I thought it was because we were gringos and didn’t think too much about why us. I looked at him, and was like what the heck and continued my pace. But then he followed us. Oh no, now it gets to the point: what do I do? Nelson veered off to the right to go into a store and I kept pace, still. A couple steps later I didn’t here him anymore. I looked behind me and saw Roy walking back to me. Roy was like, “Duuude, that guy was all up in my face spitting and everything and I started to quote Bible verses and say ‘Jesus, Jesus I rebuke you’ and the dude took off running.” We had just had an encounter with a possessed dude. As soon as I saw Roy coming back to me and he had that look on his face, I knew that this guy had demons. I mean, I can’t explain that even 50% correct. It was like nothing I’ve never encountered. And I’m so glad it happened early on in the process because now I know how to handle it. But man, after that, Nelson, Roy, and I had some good laughs about what we’ll do if we meet him again.
So the other story is quite different as I said, and as you’ll see. Our support family told our group that we should do a group fast today and use our lunch money to help somebody somehow. My Peruvian partner and I decided that we wanted to go to a place that we had never been before on a bus that we had never been on. And that we did. And we ended up in the middle of nowhere. I wish I would've brought my camera. It was like the desert, with these stone walls that were people’s houses. My partner wanted to get off at a market if possible, but there was none. No market. Which is saying a lot, because these people live in markets. So we got off on a dust road and my partner says, “What are we going to do here??” Well I had no idea, but he didn’t need to know that.
We saw a person off in the distance and headed that way, towards humanity. This lady we saw, stared us down up until the point in which we asked her if there was a market around. She said no, then wanted to know what we were looking for and said that there are small stores. She asked what our business was here and I told her what we were here for and what we were doing. My partner went off saying what we believe and stuff (which annoyed me to a point.) I told her we just wanted to know if there was anything we could to help her. She didn’t understand what we meant by that. I mean who helps other people? She took us to the little store, which was a little odd because she could’ve just told us where it was. I kept asking her if she needed anything, and even threw in some suggestions. She wanted something, I could tell, but she didn’t want to say. It wasn’t too hard to arrive to the conclusion that she, Sovina was her name, wanted oil. So we bought her some vegetable oil and some evaporated milk. Ooooh, she smiled and grabbed the food and took us to her home to meet her husband (after all, I was from the great United States and we just bought her some groceries.) We went back, met her husband and got to talking with them. They said that they wanted to come to church to visit us. It was so good to make a contact for the other missionaries in this town, although I still don’t know who would take over in this place.
We took off after that, and walked around a bit more. The idea came to me to collect plastic bottles for Sovina, because that was her job. She goes around and collects plastic bottles and sells them back to the recycling plant. That’s her living. So instead of throwing mine away, I’ll definitely be collecting them within our house and stuff. They also told us to come visit them again. I’m going to Lima but after that we’re going to go visit them, bring them some bottles and possibly a Bible.