We've had a busy day here in Peru. We went to Canete; and when I say that we went to Canete, I mean we went to a surrounding village where the people and the animals live very close to the same existence. In fact, I saw some places where they literally lived side by side.
When we came into the village, I was privelaged to talk to two people. Both were fascinating, but one in particular caught my immediate attention. He knew who he was talking to, and his was a cry for help. He told us that they lived in poverty (which was obvious), and that the government had forgotten them. Forgotten them. Candidates often campaign there and promise running water, but then of course conveniently forget their promises. The people live in whatever hovels they can eek out, and they work in the fields or as mototaxis pilots throughout town. They drive donkey carts. They also herd goats and sheep.
Needless to say, this saddened me, but something hit me as hard as that man's statement:
They are not forgotten. Though every man on the face of the planet may forget them, and they are oppressed beyond measure, they are not forgotten.
God knows their names, and has numbered the hairs on their head. They are not forgotten.
God is moving among them right now. As I write, He is raising up people with a heart for the people of Canete and with the right mix of Spiritual Gifts and natural talents to serve them. He has moved, is moving, and will move.
The people of Canete are not forgotten.
