To face terror with prayer

The driver was visibly nervous. He hustled us into his eight-passenger van and started down the mountain. We'd enjoyed the day wandering through the colorful market, smelling the incense from Mayan worshipers at the church, eating black beans and plátanos in a typical restaurant. Chichicastenango in the Guatemalan Highlands was a pleasant stop for tourists. Now, as the driver maneuvered the twisty mountain road leading to Guatemala City, he quietly turned to me.

"Would you pray?" he asked.

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