House For Abandoned Children

 

I didn’t want to live in Peru.

I told God I would serve Him anywhere He sent me. But I encouraged Him to send me to a country like England, France, or some other first-world country. A place where I could live comfortably.

So what did God do?

He ordered me to go to Peru. I argued with Him. But to no avail. “Go to Peru,” he insisted. Not to the reasonably civilized city of the capitol of Peru, Lima. But to Iquitos, a city of 350,000 smack dab in the middle of the Peruvian jungle.

I’ve been living in Iquitos since that fateful day in 1998.

One of the first things I did after arriving was to start a house for abandoned children.