After years of reading about and researching the Inca Empire and their Quichua descendants, I was fascinated to finally visit there this month. I enjoyed an extremely informative tour and then had the privilege to hike around on my own. The mountaintop site is so well recovered that it is easy to imagine the city still bristling with activity. I hiked up to the highest
I first thought of the precious Inca people living in that isolated Andean paradise all those years ago. Sitting there, I could imagine their daily comings and goings and reconstruct in my mind what life would have been like there. Their lifestyle and daily activities are becoming known to us as more research is conducted. We know that the religion of the Incas was animistic and centered on the worship of the sun. I thought of the thousands who would have lived and died during
My next thought was imagining that I had lived in that day and that God had led me to them to share the gospel. I could envision living among them, learning their language, adapting to the culture, making friends, sharing their food, sharing their lives, and sharing the Truth. I imagined them coming to understand, believe, and accept Christ. I even imagined which of the buildings would have been the church where we would gather on the Lord’s Day. In such isolation, the discipleship would affect all aspects of village life. I imagined that they would have survived and taken the gospel to all other areas of the Inca Empire. If only . . . .
As I stood to descend from the thin air of my lofty perch, I thought of all the Machu Picchus in the world today. There are countless isolated Quechua villages throughout the