We were minding our own business, teaching for a small group at our church by the brothel (see both here) in Huancayo, Peru...when these men showed up unannounced.
No one knew them, so Ken greeted them and found they has somehow heard from the grapevine that we (some special gringos) were in Huancayo; they had travelled for eight hours on mountain roads, on the chance that we might be able to pray/commission them for their ministry: they run an intercession/outreach center from the poorest apartment complex in the country.
Sometimes when North Americans teach in Latin America or Africa, the locals think we are especially anointed, or will blow on them/knock 'em down like the televangelists on TBN. This was different. They just felt like we had something for them.
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