Huaytará
We headed south from Lima along then coast by bus and then caught a taxi that took us into the Andean town of Huaytará. We stayed here the first two nights and got to talk to a few people. We found two Christians and we tried to encourage them to share their faith. I was talking to the man who worked at our hostal and he told me that there was an Evangelical church that had about 4 people who attended and that less than 10 people attended the Catholic church. This was in a town of 400-500 people. Even though there is a church there and a few believers, they do not have any desire to share the love of Christ with anyone else in the town. We began to see God's hand at work in so many ways. We were eating dinner one night when a teacher came in. It just so happened that he was driving a van full of teachers to one of the towns we were supposed to visit and he also rented rooms there. We had originally planned to go to this town last, but it seemed that God had different plans. So at 2am the teacher yelled for us and told us he would wait 4 minutes for us to get completely packed and in the van. We managed to accomplish this somehow and we were on our way.
Cusicancha
We arrived in Cusicancha around 4am and were given a very cold and dirty room with one bunk bed for four people. The bathroom was also quite scary. But we sucked it up and tried to get some sleep. It was so cold that it was actually nice to have 2 people in a twin bed, praise God that the top bunk didn't cave in. We woke up the next morning and explored. We found a few stores that didn't have a lot to offer and no restaurants. At this point all the other girls were sick and not really hungry. We went to the primary school to see if we could talk in any of the classes. They told us to come back at noon and then we could talk to the kids during their break. So then we tried to go to the secondary school, but for some reason there was a giant lock on the door. We weren't really sure how the students got in, and we could not figure out how we could get in. So we went back to the primary school. We began by teaching English. We basically taught only four vocabulary words: mother, father, brother, and sister. Then we began talking about the family of God. The two girls from Auburn took turns teaching and I translated. It was very challenging to translate for them, but I was thankful to finally have the opportunity to practice my spanish. We encouraged all the children to read their Bibles because a lot of them said they did have them in their homes.
In this town there are no churches. There are four pentecostal brothers who meet in a house twice a week, however. We ended up hanging out a lot in a couple of stores and talked with the owners a lot. It ended up raining every afternoon and this made it pretty difficult to do any ministry. One afternoon, all the other girls were napping since they had fevers. Since I was not sick, I decided to hang out at the store below our hostal. I had a great time talking with a woman and her children. They even made me a free cup of tea, which was amazing since it was freezing outside and the rain was pouring down. Later that night we were also able to move to a different hostal that was slightly warmer and at least had two twin beds instead of a bunkbed. I was really missing central heating, or I guess any kind of heat while we were in the mountains.
Quisar Pampa
The next morning we hiked to an even smaller town about 6 kilometers up the mountain from Cusicancha. Here we were able to do a lot of ministry in the schools. We met the principal right away and he let us talk in each class. We again talked about the family of God and did a few songs and games with the younger kids. We were also able to talk to several women in the plaza and read the Bible with them a little bit. We left a Bible with them and encouraged them to read it together. They all said they attended the Catholic church in town, but it was only open once or twice a year. We wanted to stay around and do more ministry but we still had to hike the 6 kilometers back to Cusicancha before the afternoon rains came.
After arriving back in Cusicancha we were pretty tired after hiking a total of 12 kilometers in the cold and with little oxygen. We were somewhere over 10,000 feet and the oxygen was very thin making breathing very difficult. We started looking into the information we had on the next town we were going to. It turned out that the next town had no place to stay and no running water. We were all worried about this because of three girls being sick. Also we were having a hard time finding transportation from there back to Huaytará. We began to feel like God wanted us to go straight back to Huaytará and do more ministry there. So that was our plan for the next day. That night we were all getting pretty hungry. We hadn't had anything more than crackers and water to eat for the past few days. We started asking people if anyone would sell us some boiled corn. It was already dark at this point and kind of raining, so everyone told us we would have to wait until the next day because all of the corn was in the field. So we went back to our room to try and sleep. About an hour later there was a knock on our door. Two boys had gone to the fields and picked us some corn. It was raw corn though and so I asked if they knew someone who could cook it for us. A little girl said her mom would cook it for us and wouldn't even charge us to do it. Wow! Isn't God amazing? So about thirty minutes later this little mountain woman knocked on our door with a plate full of corn. I must say, this was just about the most amazing thing I have ever tasted.
Huaytará...again
The next morning we caught a bus ride back to Huaytará. We were really praying about this, trying to make sure we were not going back to the bigger town for selfish reasons. But soon after arriving we realized that this was exactly where God wanted us. We went and invited people to a Bible study we were going to have in the plaza and one man asked if he could talk to us. He then began to tell us about this one time that he experienced God. He had tears pouring down his face as he told us about how he didn't have the money for his children to go to school. His wife told him it was his duty to provide for the children and the children were all angry with him for not having the money. He said that for three months they had been fighting and there was not a single day of peace in his house. Then one day he left the house because he was so angry. He started walking and went to the catholic church. He really wanted to enter but the church was closed. So he kept walking and eventually he came upon an evangelical church. He looked at it but said he couldn't go in because he was catholic. Then he saw the words "Jesus Christ" on the wall of the church and so he entered. A man (I'm guessing a pastor) saw him and asked him what he was looking for. The man began to tell him his problem and the pastor prayed for him. He left feeling calm but also as if he had sinned because he went into a non-catholic church. He said he went back home and his family was calm as well. No one was fighting. The next day friends and family came over and they loaned him the money his children needed for school. We were all holding back tears as this man poured his heart out to us. It was so obvious that God was really working in his life, but he was so caught up in being Catholic that he wouldn't accept it. We shared a lot of the gospel with him, but he just wasn't ready to make a decision at this time. We told him that God was listening whenever he was ready. Please pray for this man. His name is Willy and it is so clear that God is trying to reach him. Please pray that he will realize that it isn't about religion, but it is about a relationship. After leaving Willy, we were positive that God had wanted us to come back to this town.
We were also able to read the Bible with some more people in the town. We met some more with the people that were already Christians. It was hard because they really have no desire to reach out to anyone else in the town. We encouraged one lady who owned a store to share with people. She really has an awesome opportunity because so many people are coming into her store all day long. This town is so lost and the people there have no hope. They really need God in their lives.
We left Huaytará wishing we could do more. But I know that God has plans for these people and mission teams will be going back. These people seem to be stuck in one town for their whole lives. They usually cannot get the money to leave and try to have any different kind of life. They have no hope to make it anywhere in life, but they do not seem to want to accept the hope they have in Jesus Christ. Please remember to pray for the people in this area, that they will realize how much they need God in their lives.
Well, I know this post was long and I wish I could tell you all every little thing that happened, but I will close for now. We are back safely in Lima. I am thankful to be back in the warm weather and to a place that has food. Thanks for all of your prayers during this trip. It really was an amazing one.
