The reasons that they were so afraid were bazaar.
First of all because the Shining Path terrorist group is near this area and they are afraid of them and are very protective of their people.
Second of all their are also organ traffickers in the area and they have killed their people to steal their organs to sell on the black market.
Thirdly because their was an old wives tale that Gringos come to slice open their children and take their grease. This was a bazaar one and I have no idea of where it started but the people were so scared that women hid their children for 2 days when we were in the village.
Fourthly because someone heard a crazy Pentacostal preacher once say that in the United States they were administering microchips into people which was the mark of the beast told in Revelation. Many of the professing believers in the village really though that our purpose for coming into the village was to give them the mark of the beast. This was the first question they asked when we got there.
We never saw any monkeys because the people shoot them for meat and then the little kids get the baby monkeys and carry them on their head. The baby monkey thinks that their hair is it's mom.
After dinner we walked in the dark to the little church hut. They prayed fervently for a half hour and then sung a few songs. I had the opportunity to speak this night. I shared my testimony and then the gospel, calling for repentance and faith. This was my first time preaching in Spanish and I thought it was a great place to do it. I feel my Spanish went smooth and easy, although I know that I made a few mistakes. Around 70-80 showed up I would guess.
Scott Dollar got up next and preached an outstanding message on the doctrine of regeneration from John 3. It was a little distracting trying to worship with giant spiders on the walls right next to us but we managed.
We hit the sack in our "beds" early this night and dealt with the same spiders, cockroaches, bats and now shouting villagers that were in the direction of our incident. Jack was worried that the villagers would kill us so he asked Adin if they were serious or just messing with us. Jack was hoping for latter as a sign of comfort but Adin said that they were angry and could try something. This did not help Jack. Throughout the trip whenever Jack was freaking out he started talking in the 3rd person and this time, like several times before he said, "Jack is not coming back to the jungle."
|Our typical breakfast, lunch and dinner|
I had rain gear so I road up front. On the way down the river I had a little shock. One of the big spiders must have been in the boat and it crawled up my back and peaked over the brim of my hat, trying to get shelter in my rain coat. I knocked it off but never saw where it landed so I spent the rest of the boat ride wondering where it was.
We got to shore, ate lunch and where off in the truck again for a long ride on bad roads. This time it was worse. We came to the first major river crossing and because of the heavy rains, the rivers where 10 times bigger than when we crossed a few days before. Trucks where lined up and had been waiting to cross all night since 1 am. We waited an hour and a half and then a crazy guy attempted to cross from the other side. I would have never attempted this. It would be like trying to drive a truck across the Big Hole river (for those of you in Montana). The water was measured by a a kid and found to be over 4 feet deep. The truck started across despite many warnings and as he entered the water went over his hood. He somehow managed to make it across which encouraged another guy to follow. He made it too so our guy was next. I rode in the back in case I needed to make a quick escape. We somehow made it and were off.
A black truck passed us but when we came to the next river crossing, the black truck was stopped because he was scared to cross. Our drive pulled up to him and asked him why he wanted to go first if he was such a chicken. Our guy plowed into the river and we once again somehow made it across. The black truck followed and was made that he was called a chicken so he started tailgating us and honking his horn. Our driver would not let him pass because he said chickens shouldn't be first. We now raced through the muddy, dangerous, jungle roads at top speed, almost hitting other cars, motorbikes and people. He would not listen to our warnings so after 2 hours of this we said we need to go the bathroom. It worked, he stopped, the black truck past us and the rest of the trip was the usual hair raising ride.
The next day we spent at the chacra (farm) of Miguel's father in law. They made Pachamanca which was a meal they prepared by digging a hole, starting a fire, heating rocks and then filling it with potatos, yuka, chicken, pork, beans and then banana leaves. They cover it with dirt and after an hour they dig it up. It was outstanding. They also gave us the best bananas in the world and the best orange in the world and many other things they grew on their place. We talked a lot about future missions work in the jungle and about Miguel's work in Satipo. Which I will right a separate blog about Miguel soon. We had a church service in Satipo with Miguel and prayed over them and their new work and for the tribes on the river.
We hit the sack early but our hostel was hooked to a bar that blasted music until after 5am so it was hard to sleep. I left at 5am to take a flight from the little airport in Jauja. My flight was 3 1/2 hours late so I waited at the airport for 5 hours before the plane double prop plane showed up. I of course missed my flight from Lima to Cuzco and they would not help me get on another flight so I had to buy a new ticket. I got home at 3 pm.
I will be writing about our future opportunities as well as posting some video very soon.