Me: Two peas in a pod right there!

Prodigal: Yes, we are waiting for your story!

Sometime around 1950, missionaries named Egert and Hattie Dyk went to work at Tseltal, an Indian village near Santo Domingo. All but one resident eventually became a Christian, but since there was much persecution from neighbors, the entire village packed up, walked for a day, and established a Christian community in the new place. The Dyks eventually left this settlement, but they heard about what transpired later from the missionary who took their place.

It seems that a man named Domingo Hernandez lived near this area and hated his Christian neighbors. He was determined to burn their settlement and slaughter all its inhabitants. Late one night he organized his fellow villagers, prepared pitch-pine torches and canoes and led them stealthily down the hill and across the river.

But before they had a chance to attack, they saw a bright light shining through the windows of every home in the Christian village. Then a strange luster shone over the entire area.

Domingo Hernandez and his men were so frightened that they turned and scrambled down the hill, plunged into the river, swam across and ran, soaking wet, the half-mile to their homes.

The next morning, as the women from Hernandez’s village were washing their clothes in the river, they called across to the Christian women on the other side. “What were those strange lights in your huts last night?” they asked.

“What lights?” the Christian women replied. “We had no lights burning. We were all asleep.”

Colossians 4:2

Continue in prayer and watch in the same with thanksgiving

Jennifer Van Allen

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