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Petroglyphs and Other Messages on the Wall


This Sunday, July 19, marks four months of quarantines and lockdowns, travel restrictions and regulations that have kept us mostly at home, and hesitant to visit our interior Bible study students.
Intermittent internet hasn't helped much with keeping in touch with our interior friends, but we are exchanging regular messages.  

 This week we decided to check out another nearby dirt path not too far from home.  Our county's regulations are opening up.  Sadly several of the county's on our old route are still closed.

 So Sunday afternoon we went off to find the petroglyphs or ancient wall drawings of São Gonçalo da Serra.   There are not a lot of signs!  You can't find it on Google Maps doesn't tell you everything.

 But for the persistent, there is success. We had to turn around a few times.  We had to stop and ask a few times.  We just had to keep moving along and hoping.




Even after we found the entrance of this mountain pass, we ended up hiking right by the rock drawings.  We went all the way through the little breach between cliff walls with no "luck." 
There in the "middle of nowhere" a group of young people were having a cookout!  Crazy.  One seemed to know more or less what we were looking for and gave Byron some tips.  Not real great tips, by the way.  But we were vigilant, and Byron spotted the right place!






The writing was right there on the wall.  
We'd missed it.


 We don't really know where to go from here and now.  We still hope to "get back" to where we had been "pre-Covid."  

 In the mean time we are reaching out, looking around, caring for projects close to home, and certainly praying.

We stopped and chatted with at about five random houses, asking our survey questions and leaving a tract Byron wrote about the sandrail and salvation.


Daniel 5:5 International Children's Version

Then suddenly a person’s hand appeared. The fingers wrote words on the plaster on the wall. This was near the lampstand in the royal palace. The king watched the hand as it wrote.

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