That title is meant to get your attention. I hope I can hold your attention long enough to convince you that a crisis is imminent. But first, a couple of stories. There is no running water, no electricity, no kitchens with stoves, and no bathrooms with toilets. Everything they eat comes from the land.
Grain is stored in large clay vessels to protect it from mice and the moisture of the rainy season.
The people carry water every day from holes dug in the river beds if the sun has dried up the running streams. They have no computers and no access to the World Wide Web. Community and innate goodness were all around me. A couple of months earlier, I had seen the same look of wonder in the eyes of dozens of children in a remote Methodist Church in Central America. Every child wanted to be in every picture.