It was the 3rd or 4th day in Nicaragua when the visions started. Each morning Jeremiah and I would go for a walk down the entrenched roads that surround La Quinta Esparanza where we live. Our paths took us through neighbors fields and down seldom used pathways, over grown and reeking of childhood adventure. Going over these roads there was a thickness that I couldn’t quite understand but kept me extra vigilant. One day as Pastor Glen spoke to us about two of the children who live on the Quinta a flood of images came to my mind. The brother and sister he spoke of had come from homes where they were abused and frequently had to fight. Both were born of incestual rape, one by the great grandfather another by the great great grandfather. As he spoke this suddenly I could see different places on the roads we had walked with multiple scenes super imposed on each other, the same actions with different people at different times. I saw mothers beating their daughters and calling them names. People being assaulted, robed , raped. In the deluge of images I knew without understanding why what I was seeing. The spirits of the past invade the present here, the people are like actors living out the same horrible play again and again. They are a conquered people constantly reconquering themselves. This country and these people need prayer and they need people willing to fight the bondage they live in with the Love and Mercy of Jesus.
