Just a few weeks after my arrival in Ecuador, the true extent of poverty here reached into my world and gripped me to the very core. We were on the city bus, headed to Shell, Ecuador, to go and pray for someone in the hospital. Not very far into our journey an older gentleman boarded the bus we were on. He was begging. His hand had just recently been cut off while he was working, the stub end still a mangled mess from the accident. The cloth he had wrapped around it soaked with blood as he wa... Read More
