There is a pastor who lives in a shantytown outside of Lima, Peru. He lives in an area where the average wage is $5 per week. The locals live in small homes made of wood pallets and wood boards, with roofs of tin or tarp. These homes are attached in one long row. There are few cars to speak of, only small, three wheel taxis. Only the major roads are paved, and the rest are sand. This area gets less than 1/2 inch of rain each year, even though it is right on the ocean.
The pastor is a true man of God. He teaches school as well, so his days are full. He is always working, and always moving from place to place. His church puts on VBS for the local children, and they have just started a dining hall to feed 100 children once a week. He hopes to move that up to once a day.
He has a quiet, strong spirit, and a warm, infectious smile. He only raises his voice when he is scattering the stray dogs, and when he prays. It's not a loud, theatrical prayer, just one where he's talking to his best friend. He is gracious when he thanks God for all the many things they have received.
This is a giant of the faith. Not someone with a TV show, or an author of many books. But someone who lives and serves on the front line, everyday. If we had more of him in this world, we'd have more of Him in this world.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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