Two days after our wedding, on March 25, 2002, for the first time, I went to the village where my husband had already been working for one year, and where we would make our first home. The village is called San Antonio Las Palomas. I will never forget that day. We rode on a transportation truck to a place on the road that cut off to a winding gravel road. Then we walked for about thirty minutes. The sun was very hot that day and the path led us up-hill. But it didn’t seem like a hard, long, hot walk to me, walking next to my beloved husband.
As we rounded a curve in the road, my husband pointed to a mountain in the distance, and he said, “Just behind that mountain is a village where I go to take medicine to people and to treat them. One day I’ll take you back there so you can meet the people who live back there.”
That day, when we got to San Antonio, I met several families with whom I would make friends for a lifetime; families whom had already been a blessing to my husband during the time he had lived there and who had also come to love my husband.
After a few weeks, the day came when I accompanied my husband to that place, behind that mountain. And I met the people who lived there. My heart was touched and will never be the same. My husband was the one who tended to their physical needs; but as time passed, he came to be, for many of them, their spiritual guide. Many times they came to our home, not for physical consults, but for spiritual counseling.
If God will allow me to do so, I would like to take you on a journey in your mind and heart, through stories and photos, so you will also meet these people that live just behind the mountain. My prayer is that God would lay a burden on your heart for these dear people who live in these hidden villages...Just Behind That Mountain.
Andrew and me with our son Andrew and one of the first families I met that first day I went. These are the Tzeltal Indians from the Chilón area
As we rounded a curve in the road, my husband pointed to a mountain in the distance, and he said, “Just behind that mountain is a village where I go to take medicine to people and to treat them. One day I’ll take you back there so you can meet the people who live back there.”
That day, when we got to San Antonio, I met several families with whom I would make friends for a lifetime; families whom had already been a blessing to my husband during the time he had lived there and who had also come to love my husband.
After a few weeks, the day came when I accompanied my husband to that place, behind that mountain. And I met the people who lived there. My heart was touched and will never be the same. My husband was the one who tended to their physical needs; but as time passed, he came to be, for many of them, their spiritual guide. Many times they came to our home, not for physical consults, but for spiritual counseling.
If God will allow me to do so, I would like to take you on a journey in your mind and heart, through stories and photos, so you will also meet these people that live just behind the mountain. My prayer is that God would lay a burden on your heart for these dear people who live in these hidden villages...Just Behind That Mountain.
Andrew and me with our son Andrew and one of the first families I met that first day I went. These are the Tzeltal Indians from the Chilón area Just behind that mountain
There's a soul who needs the Lord
And just behind that mountain
Souls have never heard God's Word
Pray the Lord of harvest
To send people who will go
And take the Gospel just beyond that mountain
So just one more soul will know.
--Written by Mrs. Anna López--
