I came across this story today. Heartbreaking. It’s about the people of Peru who raise alpacas high in the Andes Mountains. The weather is getting colder each winter and they’re having to make tough decisions about their animals, their farms and their families.
I’m skeptical about the reasons behind climate change (not sure man’s behind it) but I’m not skeptical that the climate does change and has for years. I also know it affects people.
People like those in these highlands are affected. The article refers to them as “people existing on the margins of survival”.
I was in the highlands a few years ago on a OneHope trip and met this little guy. I won’t forget him.

I won’t forget his hands or his cheeks. We were about 10,000 feet elevation when I took this photo. His hands were very, very, very dry as were his cheeks. Everyone’s were. It hurts them just like it would hurt us…affecting sleep, comfort level and more. More is at stake though as the elements take their tole on those exisiting on the margins of survival. A few miles from this photo we met people walking their alpacas.
The article linked above mentioned that people are now debating whether or not to use their meager resources to save their children or their animals! I cannot imagine.
I don’t know the solution.
“They should move! Why would anyone live that high!!” Except many generations have lived in the same area and it’s all they know…
“Why wouldn’t they save their kids…they’re humans!” I AGREE…except they understand that with no animals there’s no food so there’s starvation for all.
What’s the solution? I don’t know. I like to use this site to raise awareness sometimes…and to help us remember to pray for those exisiting on the margins of survival. God is creative and He gives great ideas to those who listen. May these hurting people and those who influence them hear from Him. May they find new life in Him!
Here’s a closer shot of his hands, with encouragement to pray for him and those affected, and with a challenge to be a part of the solution for those on the margins.



I blogged about those days
them. The kids were very cold and hungry when we went by their house. The hearts of the team were moved and we went by there a couple of times. Thankfully, the hearts of the people of the local church were moved as well. The pastor’s son told us, “I didn’t know that poverty like this exists in my village.” They commited to keeping in touch with them and helping in any way they could.
corn fields working hard…we heard that for about 12 hours work, she’d make about $10. Dani was with her as she worked in the field.
The family loved it. You could tell it meant a lot. We also had fun playing with the kids, getting to know the mother better and more…
They loved it. We also shared a few things with the family and had some great prayer with them. Since then, they’ve been to the church, connected more with people from the church and see a glimpse of hope in their lives. The team is still in Moldova and keeping in touch with them. I look forward to what’s ahead.
I loved my time with OneHope (was called Book of Hope International back then) leading interns and teams. A few years ago on a trip to Ghana, a film crew from
Relevant Magazine just posted a great article on the problem. It’s found
I like what my friends Joe and Mishael do. When they’re overseas, they always carry bags of fruit with them in their vehicles…they hand them out to all who ask until the bag is empty. I like what my brother-in-law does when he goes to downtown Chicago…he likes to bring McDonald’s gift certificates knowing the money he’s giving will be spent on food and not something else. I traveled with Chris who would regularly take his leftovers and give them to people in front of the restaurant asking for food. My wife has handed out breakfast bars to the vet on the corner when we exit the highway by our home. I’ve had fun playing with kids and then taking them for an ice cream cone or “Magnum” bar (they’re really good) in plenty of countries overseas.
I don’t have many photos of people who ask for money. It doesn’t seem right to take them. However, I won’t forget those kids on the street in Calcutta. They saw Allen, another friend and I get off the riksha and came over and asked us to take their “pic! pic! pic!” They wanted their photo taken. We took their photo. They then looked at each other and each went for a different water bottle. They stole water bottles from our hands and ran across the street laughing. I suppose if it made them smile, I was fine with losing that water bottle. A fun moment…










