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I don't mind change. I welcome change more often than no. As most of you know, I'm a missionary. I went to the mountains of Peru for two weeks. And I expected to change in some spiritual way..... I don't know if I did. You'd have to tell me. I mean, small things changed. I now like peach juice, and no ice in my coke.(The German in me, I guess. Who'dda thunk it?)
But other than that? Nothing. Please, don't think I had no spiritual moments. I'd like to share one that happened the second Sunday I was gone. Well, we went on a mountain to see the second most popular Incan ruins in Peru. Which are in Pisaq.
It was wonderful the mountains were breath taking, and the past was over powering. Though deserted now, I could see in my mind the way these people lived their lives. It really happened.
Well after seeing the ruins we had to hike back down. And by hike, I mean we had to walk down these stone steps covered in loose shale and grass. Treacherous walk down. I slipped. I fell down, and ended up inflaming the tendons behind my left knee cap. The same knee that I blew out two and a half years ago. The same knee that I twisted last year. Needless to say, it's not exactly the strongest joint in my body. I could barely walk. I ended up somehow, sleeping for four hours that afternoon.
The next day, that Monday half of the team went to Macchu Picchu. I hadn't planned on going, so I wasn't to bent out of shape about it. The rest of us on the team went into the Plaza. The Plaza de Armas. In this plaza, there is a wonderful cathedral, built around the 1500s. But I got stuck with the two leaders on the trip who happen to be engaged now. Well, I knew a little about the cathedral, so I would give them some of the information about it when they asked.
After about half an hour of walking around, they both had to use the restroom. As leaders, they told me to stay put in this one little chapel. The chapel was unfinished, and under construction. No pews.
So I just kinda chilled there. I looked up at the statue on the wall. It was Jesus on the cross with his Crown of Thorns. They had painted it so it looked like a single bloody tear. I got lost in his tear.
While losing myself in his tear, a single scripture hit me. I don't know where it is, or what it says exactly. But somewhere it says something along the lines of, “Every knee will bow to the glory of God.” Who am I to argue with God? I hid a knee from the Son of Man. I stayed like that for minutes. And I felt no pain. What so ever. When Chris, (one of the leaders I was with) he came over and helped me stand. As soon as I stood, all the pain hit me like a freight train. I nearly started crying.

God works in a mysterious way. Of this I'm sure.