The smell of death and rot lingers.
Mice and other creatures scurry while ants devour.
The soot stains. 
They worship amongst the trash that surrounds their alters.
Father how this must sadden your heart. We know that there is power in your name to break every chain so we ask you to do just that. As they set up alters we pray against them. We pray against the demonic activity here. We pray for your truth and Holy Spirit to come and fill this place. How can they not know that what they do means certain death. We pray and we sing hoping it is enough. Can this little girl feel you here? Help us snatch them out of Satan’s hand. If they knew the real truth they could see that fire, rats, snakes, smoke, death, and garbage is not for you. It is not holy. Some do this believing it is for you and others do it for San Simon. They want wealth, health, love, and beauty and believe that these practices will help them receive those things. How can murder and sacrifice a baby on an alter bring wealth? (*note it did not happen while we we’re there) It only brings death. Some of them like the little girl grow up with this. It’s generational. Father, if she knows the truth I pray that she has the courage to not follow her mother’s ways. Worshipping you in the darkest of places to change one life; is this what you have called us to?
Pastor Ben reads verses of the Bible in Spanish to one couple, but he is overly loud. I see this girl distracted from the practice. She is listening. She sees us and I know it. Can she see your love in us. Will she ever know? It’s time for us to go. The smoke is beginning to hurt our eyes and lungs. We are silent on the march back. As I leave the cave I look back at the girl and I want so badly to hug here to let her know that I love her and that you love her. When I look back again we make eye contact so without thinking I blow her a kiss, put my hand on my heart, then raise them to the heavens. I think she understands. I hope she does. Her eyes light up and she smiles. I get a head nod and then she covers her eyes with both hands and then extends them towards me. Does she know? Can she see you in me? I can only have faith and hope that she does.
