Come take a ride with me into the little town called Tambo de Mora
Image you are on the 3rd floor rooftop over looking the town
To the West you see the Pacific Ocean,
To the East you see the Andes Mountains,
To the South you see the Cruz Verde River,
To the North you see the asparagus and corn farmlands,
And you are in the middle of it all; a dry, dusty, sandy dessert.
With the sun beating down on your back you look around at the houses below you, noticing that they don’t look like your regular, cookie- cutter North American homes. You see unfinished houses; rooftops with poles waiting patiently to be finished, rickety fences, sticks and bricks cluttered about and tin roofs barely covering the tops of homes. On the roof are clothes lines filled with shirts, shorts and underwear belonging to the little people who live there; slowly blowing in the wind while the heat of the sun starts to dry them. As the breeze blows the smell of the neighbor’s cooking, making your stomach rumble for your own lunch. Mother’s are waiting for the return of their children from school. You hear the sounds of car horns, dogs barking, roosters crowing, and in the faint distance you can hear the river streaming downwards towards the ocean.
Standing with your arms wide open, eyes closed, ocean breeze blowing in your hair. You listen to the sounds fill the open space and in that moment you see what God has for this town, for Tambo de Mora.
You soon realize that the atmosphere is different. It’s heavy, darker than the other places you’ve been. You start to feel the shame, the hopelessness and the discouragement this town carries. You wonder what you can do to help these people. In your one-month here, how can you make a difference? You want to see life, joy and freedom breathed back into this town, into the depths of its bones, but how do you get there? How do you re- awaken the soul of a dry and desperate land?
This is how I feel! God informed me that in order to bring a sleeping city awake one must pray, whole-heartedly pray. I will be doing a prayer walk around the outskirts of Tambo de Mora just as Joshua did in Jericho. Praying for the walls of this town to fall in order for restoration to begin. I’m asking you to partner with me in prayer this month to help reawaken this town and its people. Help break the generational chains that keep the people from experiencing the true freedom of Christ.
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.”
-Ephesians 6:10-11
