“Where are the Bibles?!” I shouted in my broken Spanish. One of the ladies preparing dinner over the open fire threw her hands up excitedly and ran indoors. She rummaged a bit before revealing 3 Spanish Bibles that were tucked away in the corner of the shelter that doubled as a kitchen. Handing them to me, she smiled and said something in Spanish. I didn’t understand her words, but I understood her meaning: It was time for me to hurry back to the park. There were 11 new believers receiving prayer, and we didn’t want them to leave for home without Bibles. The problem was - we only had 3 Bibles. The team would have to locate the others before the night was over.