Dirt Road Evangelism: Bicas

This past Saturday morning we geared up and headed down our route towards the interior town of Lage dos Negros. We've been down this dirt road more times than I can count now. We go by group after group of houses with no church at all. Some little are little communities with 5 or 10 houses. Some are small towns with 25 to 50. The bigger places often have a small church of some sort. We're visiting the ones that don't.

Some of the roads have patches where years and years ago there was pavement. Most are just rutted, sandy, sometimes rocky paths. Byron has mapped many of the roads and we have all the towns and spots where we have visited marked on our tracking GPS.

Saturday evening we showed the Jesus Film in Bicas, a community with a primary school and about 50 houses in the main group and a few nearby. They have a small Catholic chapel, but no priest of their own. Someone tried to build a Seventh Day Adventist church once but never finished and there would have been no pastor to take care of it.

There is a lady in town who is Baptist and travels about 30 minutes to the next village for church services when she has transportation. The family above are Seventh Day Adventist. The man has one of our solar powered Bible MP3 devices. One this trip we left another as his invalid sister was using theirs on a regular basis. The closest church is about an hour away.

Saturday night about 20 people watched the whole film about the life of Jesus from start to finish. Another 15 or so came for some part of it but didn't stay until the end. We show the film in new places and offer to come back for Bible studies if anyone is interested. No one approached us after the movie.

Would you help pray for this little community? Bicas is its name. It's a pretty place at the foot of a small mountain range with rows of windmills for generating electricity. Pray for the people there and for guidance as we visit in the future.

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