The next morning was Sunday and everyone was over for church
at El Puente. It seemed like everyone thought it was one big joke. “Oh haha! I bet
you didn’t get any sleep last night with the mortars going off! Haha! Yea they
were all up and down our street too! Our neighbor got a metal pipe thrown in
her window haha! Man they were just goin crazy last night, ya know?! Haha!”
Really? A joke? How could we make that into a joke? Satan is ruling over these
gangsters and people are dying in slavery to him and we make it a joke?
I was talking to my friend Carlos today while he was playing
his guitar and I asked him what he thought was the reason for last night. He said
it use to be like that all the time. Guys would slaughter other guys with machetes
and people would get stabbed all the time. But then El Puente was planted and bit by bit the violence went away and
the peace of God replaced it. I asked him why he thought it was starting up
again. He stopped playing his guitar and looked me in the eye and said, “We’ve
stopped praying, Trevor.”
I didn’t write this blog
to worry you, to get any comments about being careful or anything like that. I wrote
it because these people need prayer. I need prayer. The gangsters need prayer. The
victims need prayer. The people who make jokes about it need prayer. The
addicts need prayer. Nicaragua needs prayer. The nations need prayer. Pray,
pray, pray and don’t ever stop. The world needs it.
