Last night I spoke at a little church in Peru. Twenty five people came. I tried to encourage them . . . to have a direct relationship with God and not depend on the pastor. At the end of the service the people were observing me interact with their fellow members . . . as soon as I starting calling the old men my father and the older women my mother . . . . they let down their guard to the stranger from the United States and I became their friend. The pastor invited me to come back again next year . . . and bring my wife.