A Story of God’s Perfect Timing in the Andes of Peru.

After loading up the van in Cusco, our team made the bumpy ascent into the Andes, headed for a remote village nestled more than 12,000 feet above sea level. Surrounded by towering peaks and crisp mountain air, this wasn’t just a scenic drive — it was a journey into sacred ground where God had already been moving.

We arrived at a small Incan farming community where we’d be spending the night with a local family — the same family we had stayed with years earlier. Back then, we had played with their children, shared Bible stories (with the help of a translator), and prayed with one little boy in particular, asking God to help him understand and receive the love of Jesus. We didn’t know it at the time, but that moment would become eternally significant.

On this return trip, as we were catching up with the father of the family, he shared heartbreaking news: that same little boy had passed away from a brain tumor. But then the father said something that reminded us why we had come. He told us that the boy had remembered the stories, the love, and the prayer from our last visit.

In that moment, we saw God’s perfect timing so clearly. We hadn’t known the boy was sick. We hadn’t planned anything extraordinary. But God had used our obedience years earlier to plant a seed of eternal hope in a young heart before it was too late.

After sharing this story with the team, something stirred in us. We knew there were more hearts in that village still needing to hear the same hope. So, we set out on foot, walking through the farmland, stopping at other homes and offering prayer and encouragement wherever doors opened. Eventually, we made our way to a soccer field, where a group of locals was hanging out. We began chatting and asked if they knew the little boy who had passed away. They did — and that opened the door to some deep conversations about life, eternity, and what comes next.

One man, visibly moved, shared that he had been carrying a lot of doubt and inner turmoil. He asked if we would pray with him.

The Lost Alpaca

As we prayed, we shared the story of the lost sheep from the Bible — but we told it with a cultural twist:

"Imagine a lost alpaca in the mountains. The shepherd doesn’t say, 'Oh well, I’ve still got 99 more.' He leaves them all to find the one that’s missing. That’s how much God loves you. Enough to send a team of Americans all the way to a tiny Peruvian village — just to remind you you’re not forgotten."

The Gospel was no longer just a story — it was now personal.

God’s Hand in the Andes

That day, we weren’t just farming, harvesting potatoes, or herding Alpaca. We were watching God move through divine conversations.. Ministry didn’t look flashy or planned — but it was real. It reminded us that God sees every village, every child, every soul — no matter how remote. And sometimes, He uses ordinary people like us to deliver extraordinary hope.

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