Prayer Requested

This will not be long or involved. I don’t have many things to share this week. I only want to stress the ferocity of the attack with which this virus has assaulted our beloved Granada. As of yesterday there have been 11 deaths in the relatively small neighborhoods of Sabaneta, Adelita, and Boca Negra.

In the past we have worked diligently in these neighborhoods and it is also the location of Pastor Guillermo’s congregation. There are families that have been devastated and ripped apart by this current wave.

Many of us have never ever been really hungry. Most of us do not understand why people would continue to go out and try to work in these conditions. Few Nicaraguans have the safety net of family or friends able to help them in this crisis.

So they go. They wear masks. But they go. They go to the market or they push their carts down a street or they wait in a line hoping to find some sort way to earn a few dollars. They go out into a cloud of uncertainty and danger. They drive their taxis and they open their shops. They do understand the dangers yet they have children who must eat.

Don’t be offended. But I read about the debates going on in our beloved U.S. about masks and personal freedom and hoaxes and I am saddened that my friends here have no choice. They don’t have the luxury of choices. They cannot self quarantine. They must brave the possibilities of contracting Covid, simply because they need to work.

Please pray for my Nicaraguan friends. Pray that there is a speedy end to this scourge. Pray that we, the privileged few, can get the resources to the most vulnerable and stay healthy ourselves. Pray that this is all over soon.

I usually have something positive to say. I try to finish my missives to you with encouragement. I have not lost hope. I have not lost faith. I just want to raise your awareness about our plight here. I need you to pray.

I am well. Most of my closest friends are well. But so many are not. So many need more. Please pray.

Dios los bendiga

Growing up on the mission field for most of my youth, I never imagined leaving the U.S. other than to serve on short-term mission trips. But, it was on one of those ministry tours to Granada, Nicaragua, that I fell in love with the Nicaraguan people and Uno Mas Ministries began.

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