The view from the top of Wayanpicchu – “small mountain” – is exhilarating. All 380 degrees of it…green sleepy mountains that gently lay their heads on puffy pillows.
The Incans built the city,
Machu Picchu – “large mountain”- around 600 years ago. It was actually the site of a University that was well known for astronomy and witchcraft-like practices. In the 1500’s, after about 150 years of inhabitance, the Incans fled because they feared the Spaniards would find their city. Machu Picchu laid hidden until 1911…
“Where are you from?” This is the question of the day. England…Germany…Turkey…Brazil…France…US. It definitely deserves it’s claim to fame – One of the Seven Wonders of the World. The fascination with mystery and splendor draws people from all over the world.
It draws seekers. Titus is a seeker. He is from Germany, but is currently volunteering in Bolivia. He takes a little from this, a little from that. His soul knows that there is more out there. He’s a seeker. He questions the Truth behind Jesus. Praise the Lord He has questions. He doesn’t want to be stuffed into a box…Stuck behind a set of rule. I don’t blame him one bit. I don’t want that life either.
The search goes on. Freedom? A sense of Purpose? Hope? He states, “Everyone dies sometime.” They sure do.
“Jesus told him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.'” John 14:6
Ironically, the very thing that He is running from, Jesus, is the very thing that will set him free. That will add purpose to every minute of his life. That will provide hope in all circumstances. That will offer eternal life.
The Good News – it’s finished! He’s free. He was born with a purpose. Hope reigns. He is an heir of the King. But, he needs to be awaken to his inheritance – his destiny, or it will all be lost…
Are you an heir of the God Most High? The King is waiting…His desire…that none should perish…
The Incans? The Seekers? The Wonderers? All are invited. All are loved. All have life in Him and though Him. Nothing exists apart from Him.
The mountains begin to cry. The clouds find release as they slowly climb over the land. His desire is for You and Me…
