Under Attack

     Durring my stay here I had the pleasure of meeting two awesome missionaries, Veronica and Christina. A couple nights ago was Christina's last night in Cusco so we all went out for diner. While we were eating Conor shared his past struggles with drugs and addiction and how God had pulled him away from them. He had been feeling tempted lately but was trying his hardest to lean on God and keep away from it. Later in the night Veronica and I had shared stories of how we have seen the power of God overcome evil so many times. Veronica had some extreme stories from her travels to The Sacred Valley and I had some from my journey to South Africa. After all of this we were walking back and passed a local shaman staring at us, but none of us thought much of it. After walking a good distance a man who tries to sell me drugs every day in the street came up to Conor and said "Yo man I got the good stuff!" Conor politely declined the offer. (Weird how he had just shared his struggles and got offered drugs right after). Immediately after declining a man charged him out of nowhere and jumped on his back like a monkey. Conor pushed him off and I stepped between the two of them. The man started swinging at me and hitting me repeatedly but he was small so it didn't hurt much. I kept my hands up to protect myself as I backed up. I didn't want to hurt the man and oddly enough I was at peace. I didn't feel threatened, I wasn't angry, I just wanted everyone to get away safe. Veronica kept yelling at me to turn around and run. I'v never been the type to run from someone and I knew if I turned at the wrong moment he could hit the back of my head. Eventually I did turn my back after I had created some space and started to walk away. Apparently as I did so he punched Veronica several times but neither me or Conor saw it. The weird thing was that the entire time he didn't say a single word. He just stared at us with and creepy look like a puppet. Now I've seen my fair share of fights and never have I seen someone start a fight without constantly yelling and talking crap. As we were walking away people in the street were heckling us but we just wanted out. As soon as we got to the plaza where we are living a pack of wild dogs tried to attack us and bite our legs but it seamed every time they tried to do so something was preventing them from actually being able to bite us. We got to our door and the dogs had us surrounded. Conor and I stood between the dogs and the girls while they unlocked the door. Finally when we got inside we opened the door (there was a gate around the door protecting us) and looked outside. We saw the shaman we had seen before walking in the plaza, looking around with the dogs following him calmly. Veronica began to read Psalms 91 out the door as Conor and Christina prayed and I started casting evil away in the name of the Lord. Afterwards we turned on some Jesus music in the cafe and all tried to digest what had just happened. The enemy was pissed that Conor was in God's hands, the enemy was pissed that we were claiming the power of God over him, and he attacked us. It was scary. It was hard to sleep. I spent most of the night awake in bed praying. But in the end, after physical attack and spiritual attack, we were fine. God protected us and the enemy was powerless and thats all that matters.