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7/26/2009 Unexplained tragedyThe Lord cares deeply when His loved ones die. Psalms 116:15 July 18th, 2009 We suffered an extreme loss in our church this week in the passing of one of our members, Sharon Valdivia. Death is always unwelcome to those left behind, even more so when it is as untimely as that of Sharon’s. Death often arrives without warning, without explanation, and takes with it not only the life of the victim but part of the lives of family and friends left behind. Even with this knowledge no one could have imagined the toll Death would take in claiming Sharon’s life. Invited to have lunch with her aunt, uncle, and cousin, Sharon went to their apartment last Monday afternoon. She was never seen again. Sharon’s aunt said after dinner she had walked Sharon to the corner where she left her to catch a bus or taxi. Later that evening Sharon’s brother began receiving text messages from Sharon’s phone but not from Sharon. The messages indicated that Sharon had been kidnapped and that a ransom was being demanded in exchange for Sharon’s life. The messages continued through Tuesday, now including a deadline of 11 p.m. If the ransom wasn’t paid by then Sharon would lose her life. Wednesday morning we got the news. Sharon’s body had been dumped in the yard of her aunt and uncle, just blocks from where she disappeared. Officials determined Sharon had been dead since Monday, about 36 hours, indicating she had been killed not long after arriving for lunch. By who was still a mystery, but further on-site investigation led the police to detain Sharon’s aunt, uncle, and cousin. Sharon’s cousin confessed first and soon afterward confessions from all three came in one form or another with varying levels of consistency. Whatever the whole story turns out to be, Sharon was kidnapped, drugged, and killed by her own family. For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12 What took place this past week, the acts committed within the confines of a family, are inexplicable without the understanding that the battles we fight daily are not against an enemy we can see or touch. Instead, we fight against an enemy that hides in the shadows of our hearts and souls, an enemy that feeds on that which we provide it in the form of anger and hatred, jealousy and greed, envy and revenge. And don’t sin by letting anger control you. . . . for anger gives a foothold to the devil. Ephesians 4:26,27 For jealousy and selfishness are not God’s kind of wisdom. Such things are earthly, unspiritual, and demonic. James 3:15 These evils were at work in the lives of the perpetrators, no doubt, and because they were allowed to remain and grow so did the strength and power that Satan had in their lives. Even so, they alone are responsible for their actions, whatever they may have been, and they are subject to the consequences of their actions.
Temptation comes from our own desires, which entice us and drag us away. These desires give birth to sinful actions. And when sin is allowed to grow, it gives birth to death. James 1:14-15
I mentioned earlier that Sharon’s death took more lives than just her own. In addition to her family the lives of the members of our congregation have been taken, if only temporarily, as we try to make some sense of what has happened. There will be some in our congregation who simply won’t understand what has taken place or how it could even be possible. Some will face their own battles against hatred, fear, and anger spawned by this vengeful act.
Others will want to forgive the perpetrators immediately, reach out to them with the hope that they will repent and themselves be saved. Then, of course, there are those who will seek earthly wisdom in an attempt to discover the details of what took place and to determine why. In the midst of all this gossip, talk, and speculation arise. Stories from the past, conceivable yet unfounded, come forth bringing with them more doubt and uncertainty.
Today, two weeks later, the 3 suspected family members remain in custody, guilty no doubt but of undetermined charges. The investigation continues- a motive sought after along with the hope of resolution. Hope, I believe, is all there is, as there may be no true resolve, the wound inflicted being likely to remain unhealed, other, older wounds opening as a result.
My hope rests in the possibility that Sharon, the victim, was also the innocent in all of this. It is with faith that I believe her murder can serve a purpose and that those who are suffering most are also those who can gain the most if they so choose. The fight now is against the hate and anger, the sadness and depression. The fight now turns inside.
Yesterday during lunch a friend asked “Do you think we’ll ever know what really happened?” “No,” I said.
In storytelling, true or not, an end is expected, a completion to the tale. I struggled to share this story because I had yet to find one. Now I realize it’s pointless to look, as stories such as these never end.
Please pray for the family and friends suffering most through all of this. This story is not a part of their lives. Rather, their lives have become a part of this story. So while they will not find the end they are looking for please pray that they will find peace and that they will find the reason why they have been given a role in this tragedy. 6/22/2009 Happy Father's DayHappy Father’s Day
Father’s Day this year arrives with a bit more glamour and prestige than normal. A few weeks ago Kayla and I finally received Cohen’s birth certificate listing the two of us as his legal “birth” parents, an event that has been long awaited. I’ll get into the details later, but the process was nothing short of drawn out and archaic in nature. Adding to that celebration, I “retrieved” my boys, Alec and Chandler, from the states last week. In 4 days time I managed six flights and 5 layovers between Peru and California. Departing before dawn last Monday morning, I arrived in San Francisco Tuesday around 9:30. I met my parents and the boys at the airport, spent the evening with them in San Francisco, then the boys and I boarded a plane early Wednesday morning for our journey home. Thursday morning we were back in Arequipa, safe and sound, though a bit worn from the journey. Though much apprehension surrounded their return in only a few short days our family has retaken its shape- all due to the blessing s of God!! Acting as the final ingredient of today’s festivities, we celebrated Alec’s 13th birthday today!! You can’t ask for much more on Father’s Day! The boys have grown a great deal over the past year. While I saw them in September Kayla has not seen them since they left last July, almost a full year. The reunion thus far has been nothing short of emotionally overwhelming in a most joyous way. Cohen will not let them out of his sight and that has made their adjustment to their return that much easier. Alec said he thought Cohen would have forgotten them- boy was he wrong!! Meghan is just as happy to see her brothers and have them around. I’m sure it won’t last, but they’re all getting along better than they ever have, playing together, sharing, helping out. Wait a minute- are these my kids? As the boys just finished their school year in the states we had not planned on forcing them to enter school here right away. We figured we would give them some time to readjust to the Peruvian scene, relax a bit, and get comfortable again. Well, after just 4 days both boys say they are ready to get back into school. Funny- I don’t ever remember having those feelings as a kid? They are going to “visit” their class tomorrow and will probably start full time next week. I have a short trip to make this week and they want to go with me so there’s no reason for them to start before that. Back to Cohen and where we are in the adoption process. Like I said, we received the actual birth certificate a few weeks ago, June 4th to be exact. As some of you may recall, I was made to return last November to appear before the judge one last time. Prior to this I had been told my presence was no longer needed then suddenly I was told I had to be here. After appearing before the judge I was again told I could return to the states to work as my part in the adoption process was done. When Kayla and I went to pick up Cohen’s birth certificate we found out otherwise. When I say “pick up” I say so because I thought that was what we were doing. As it turns out, we were going to sign and fingerprint the birth certificate that was to be filled out in our presence. When I say filled out that’s exactly what I mean- filled out by hand with a fountain pen on a paper bound in a ledger-style book. Yes, the birth certificate was filled out by hand, and it wasn’t until we went to the office to get it that it became known that had I not been here my name would not have been on the certificate. While we didn’t know this when we made the decision for me to return to Peru it seems a bit of confirmation that it was the right thing to do. After all, adding my name to the certificate would not have been an easy process as it is in the states. Without being physically present there would have been no way of adding my name. Guess I made the right decision, after all. Kayla had requested three copies, assuming they would resemble birth certificates from the states- a certificate printed on heavy paper, an embossed seal or gold sticker, and pre-printed signatures. Instead what we got for the cost of our three copies were three photo copies on paper with an “official” watermark. Still, it was all worth it. The next step is to have the birth certificate translated, along with the decree of adoption and the amendment that was added to correct the mistakes in the original. We also need to get Cohen’s Peruvian passport but are told this is a simple process (we’ll see J) . Once this is done I will head to Lima to present the papers to an agent at the U.S. Embassy. If she approves of the papers she will then approve of the adoption. Once done I will await an appointment with another individual in the embassy who will approve a visa for Cohen. The Embassy says the visa will be issued in no more than 6 weeks, maybe sooner. Again, we’ll see. Upon receipt of the visa Cohen will be able to enter the U.S. and once upon U.S. soil he will automatically be a citizen of the United States of America!! Of course, we have to get there first. In the meantime, Kayla continues to work at the school teaching various English and Christian education classes. She is also teaching English 3 nights a week to adults. I occupy my time gardening, running errands for my father-in-law, and acting as a housewife most of the time. I am hoping we will get more interest in advanced English and conversational English classes for adults so I can begin teaching them but so far no luck. We want to continue our work in Ichupampa, the rural area in the Colca Valley and have also been asked to aid in a new work about 2 hours north of Arequipa. However, without monetary support we are limited in how much we can do. Gas is expensive here, and feeding a family of 6 on the road isn’t cheap, either. We debate daily what our future holds, where God plans to take us. Our hearts and souls rest in Peru while we see the needs of our own family not being met in areas such as a proper education for our children and decent medical care. These things are available but, again, not without support from the outside world. We are working to support ourselves but the catch-22 is that if we are locked into “jobs” we cannot travel and provide for those who are most in need. While far from giving up we are not clear on what we are to do once Cohen is able to leave the country. There are good reasons to stay and good reasons to return to the U.S., as well as some bad ones on both sides. God’s most recent message to me came this morning- “Don’t make any decisions, just wait. Be patient and see what I have in store for you.” He can be a bit ambiguous at times, you know . . . so we wait, not committing to anything one way or the other but simply doing what we can on a daily basis, not knowing where we will be tomorrow. Well, that’s life as it goes in my part of the world. As you read this I hope you’ll keep us on your hearts. Pray for us that we may have patience to wait for God’s timing, wisdom to know when that is, and understanding to hear Him clearly.
Copy of the hand-written birth certificate
Receipt for a copy
Cohen in his 1st place costume. The rules stated the costume must be made from recycled materials so went all out, using boullion cube and SlimFast containers and even "bio-fuel" as seen in the water bottle-tanks in the rear.
Cohen in traditional dress for the Mother's Day Pollada. 4/15/2009 Here's what's going on . . .It's been a while since I've written, but then, who wants to hear about the life of a restaurant manager in California anyway? Now that I’m back in Peru I figured it was time for an update on what’s happening in our lives.
I had shared with a few of you the completion of our adoption of Cohen. Upon my arrival in Peru I learned that it was not quite so. While the adoption is finalized many obstacles remain. We have yet to receive Cohen’s birth certificate, though it was promised to be delivered two weeks ago, and as it turns out, the papers finalizing Cohen’s adoption, those that state his legal name, Kayla and I as his parents, etc. . . are in the process of being corrected.
It seems the Peruvian justice system, rather than using standardized templates or creating new documents for each case, instead uses documents from prior cases and simply replaces the specifics- names, dates, and so on. Our paperwork just happens to include some information from a prior case, and thus must be edited. How long this will take is anyone’s guess, as are the rest of Peruvian gov’t operations. All in God’s time, for that is all the time we have.
In the meantime, Kayla, Meghan, Cohen, and I eagerly await the return of Alec and Chandler. They are finishing out the school year in Colorado and will be returning to Peru mid-June. Alec is still recovering from a recent appendectomy and the removal of several hernias. He underwent the procedure two weeks ago, the appendectomy as a precautionary measure, and during the surgery the hernias were discovered. We pray and believe this will bring an end to much of his ongoing pain.
Chandler is facing his own struggle right now, one of a much more personal nature but one that I am willing to share with any of you who wish to know more and believe with us that he will make it through. It is a time of concern, but also a time of relief as he deals with a past issue that desperately needs closure.
Speaking of God’s time, it seems as though He has plans for us here in Peru, plans that fill my heart and soul with excitement, passion, and anticipation. The small town of Ichupampa continues to be a burden upon our hearts. It seems the Lord shares in this burden. Though I have been back not quite two weeks I have already been invited to join two separate mission trips to Ichupampa and the surrounding villages.
The first, at the end of April, will be with as part of an MMI (Medical Missions Int’l) group consisting of medical professionals from the U.S. Though I will be nothing more than a volunteer and liaison during this trip it is an honor and opportunity to be invited. MMI, from my understanding, is a non-evangelical group, and I was asked specifically to help impart some spirituality to the trip. Pray for me that I am able to do so, and for the entire mission itself.
The second, tentatively planned for some time in July, involves a group of medical students from a university in Lima. They, too, want to visit the poorest of poor in the towns of Ichupampa, Lari, and Madrigal. They have asked to stay in our church in Ichupampa and base a medical mission from there for 5-7 days. This trip awaits the final approval of the university, approval which will be given today, God willing, so again, please pray for His will.
In addition to the work we wish to continue in Ichupampa Kayla and I have plenty to do right here in Arequipa. Ronnie & Joyce’s church, Casa de Dios, was forced to find a new building. Ronnie had to delay his return to the U.S. by two weeks in order to facilitate the move but God blessed us with an amazing opportunity to rent a building that has three times the space we had before along with what may prove to be a better location than that which we had downtown.
Aside from being active in the church move and development during Ronnie & Joyce’s absence (they will be in the states until mid-August) the church board has also expressed a desire for Kayla and I to utilize some of the church space for endeavors which will benefit both the church and our various missions projects. We are in the process of developing an English academy with the intent of using the profits to aid in the rent of the church as well as the maintenance of the church in Ichupampa.
I have also been solicited to open an after church café of sorts, a place at the church where the people can congregate, have a snack, small lunch, and simply spend time together. The church is equipped with a kitchen, which is to say it has a large room with two sinks, some counter space, and an exhaust hood (no power or fans, just an aluminum chimney). I’ll have to figure out how to go about obtaining some meager cooking equipment if I wish to truly provide sustenance for the people. Until then I’ll cook at home and seek help from the women of the church to do the same. This shouldn’t be a problem, though, as many of the women have often asked me to teach them to cook “American” food.
I have spoken of many things, mentioned many needs, and now I will ask for the most important- pray for us!! Pray that God’s will be done in all that is happening right now, pray that the Lord imparts His wisdom to us all, and pray most fervently that our hearts, minds, and souls are open to His will!!
As always, your prayers are the most important and substantial blessing we can receive!! Thank you all. . . 2/4/2009 And the hit's just keep on comin' . . .And the hits just keep on comin’. . . Kayla and the kids have been back in Arequipa for almost two weeks now and there’s no progress to speak of. The first week back Arequipa was on strike. No public transportation, lot’s of closed businesses, and as such, no way for Kayla to get the death certificate the magistrate has requested. As we all know this past weekend ushered in the month of February. For many of us that also brings the excitement of the Super Bowl. For Kayla and I it welcomed the news that during the month of February all Judges in Peru are on vacation, save one, who handles every case from every sitting judge. Looks like the chances of us getting the papers we need have fallen considerably. Kayla’s parents returned from Argentina this morning, along with our lawyer and his wife. As they were driving from Tacna to Arequipa, my lawyer at the wheel, they had a blowout and rather than coasting to a stop my lawyer decided to hit the brakes. The frightening result was the truck rolling and landing on its roof. People in the area came running and righted the truck so everyone could get out. Somehow no one was injured. I’m waiting to see the pictures my father-in-law took while our attorney spoke with police about the accident. You ever wonder why our plates are filled the way they are, why we’re challenged they way we are? I quit wondering. I figure, if I can handle it God’s gonna give it to me, and if God gives it to me that’s all I really need to know. I’ve come to expect that whatever situation I’m in will work itself out on God’s schedule, not mine. As long as I’m willing to work through it I can count on positive results. It’s tough not to be impatient, not to have answers, not to know the when’s, where’s, and how’s. Life is tough, but not facing reality will make it even tougher. Despite all the hard times my family is facing right now the reality is this- God has blessed us with more than most will ever hope for, than many will ever realize, and than any of us deserve.
1/17/2009 No GnusI remember this show I used to watch when I was a kid. A gnu (that’s a type of animal, pronounced gu-new, in case you’re wondering) hosted the “news” portion of the puppet show. He would always say “No gnus is good gnews.” Today I have to agree. Kayla spoke with our attorney’s office this morning only to find out that the magistrate now and suddenly wants the death certificate of Cohen’s birth mother before he will release the adoption papers or Cohen’s birth certificate. Without those papers Kayla cannot get Cohen a Peruvian passport. Without his passport Kayla cannot start to work on Cohen’s visa at the U.S. Embassy. As such, Kayla is going to return to Arequipa. She has been staying in Lima the past two weeks hoping the paperwork, which the judge assured us over a month ago, would be released so she could begin the visa process. When she returns to Arequipa she and the kids will have no bed to sleep on, no couch to sit on, no oven or stove to cook with, because she sold or gave away everything before leaving. We were hoping for the best. The best has eluded us. While in Lima Kayla and the kids faced their share of challenges and they still have a few more coming. Having a place to stay became a problem, but we appreciate Bill & Lena Shrader and Phyllis Rose for doing what they could to accommodate them. Now, as Kayla and the kids rest in a hotel for a few days I pray they will overcome the frustration of being set back by recent events. Even tougher for us all is that I can do so little to help them during this time. To add to the stress Cohen is more and more confused every day. While in Lima he spent the first few days walking around the house where they were staying trying to find me. He knows I’m in California, and as far as he was concerned so was he. Now I can only imagine that during the flight back to Arqequipa he’ll again think he’s coming home to me. He’s young and will survive this. Even so, I know it’s got to be tough, just as it is on Meghan, who tells me daily how much she misses me and wishes we were all together again. That’s the news for now. As things change and we realize more progress I’ll keep you all updated. Please pray for us all as we continue to live in the state of the unknown. 12/9/2008 Coming & GoingBeing back in Peru comes with an onslaught of memories, emotions, hopes, and dreams. . . . Upon arrival my father-in-law said "Welcome Home," and in a very real sense that's exactly what it was, a homecoming. This morning when Cohen and I went to the tienda to get some bacon for breakfast the owner asked where I'd been, how I was, and shared with me that her daughter had moved to Colorado recently. I expect this to be the first of many more similar experiences.
It's nice to know that I left something behind, that I am remembered. Too often success is determined according to how much we earn, how high on the corporate ladder we climb, or the length and magnificence of our title. Well, I haven't earned much, I'm still relatively low on the ladder, and I don't have a title, but people know who I am, people remember me just as I remember them, and for that I am grateful, for that I feel as though I have succeeded.
This trip to Peru is bittersweet- returning home, seeing my family all the while knowing I will leave again in just a few days. If being apart from my family for 2 ½ months has been difficult leaving them again will be close to impossible. Though I only arrived yesterday after 36 hours of travel I almost feel guilty for sleeping, needing to get in as much time with everyone and everything as I can. Still, it won't be enough. .
On the street last night Kayla and I saw a friend, proof of just how small this city of 1 million really is. Earlier in a market I’ve shopped in only a handful of times during my time here I was recognized by a store owner, much to the surprise of Kayla. When I noticed the view of the cathedral against the sunset yesterday I was compelled to photograph and video it despite the familiarity of the scene, one I have been witness to many times.
My life in California, away from my family and in the real world, has seemed like a dream, like make-believe. Many days I feel as though I shouldn’t be making any memories, even while visiting Fisherman’s Wharf or attending a San Jose Sharks hockey game, not because I am alone but because alone I am incomplete, because alone it isn’t genuine.
Time working is no different, and without my family to share it with it doesn’t seem real. As Kayla and I walked the streets of downtown Arequipa last night it was as though I had awoken from a dream, the familiarity of my surroundings awakening my inner self allowing me to realize what had been taking place the last few months of my life. Also more apparent was that which is taking placing every day and more of what the future holds.
A visitor in my own home, welcome, familiar, and loved, but a visitor none the less. My familiarity, my place with my family, has been overshadowed by new routines, different schedules, and the knowledge that I am only here for a few days. I can’t guess when my we will be reunited, and on that I’d rather not place a wager.
Kayla is optimistic, believing we will be apart only a month or two more. . .I wish I were so optimistic and yet her belief gives me strength to continue in this journey. It is our differences that keep us alive and our likenesses that keep us together- strange how that works.
The presiding judge in our adoption case said I need be in Arequipa only one day. As we were dealing with the Peruvian legal system I never believed it would be so easy and, sure enough, Kayla and I had appointments each day the following week meaning most of our time was occupied with legalities and formalities. None the less we were together though still short my two boys. The dual-country/triple-state living condition isn’t as easy as we led ourselves to believe.
This trip was a blessing filled with its share of curses. The joy with which my heart was filled being able to visit my family and friends will remain unsurpassed, perhaps forever.
As more and more people got wind of my return to Peru requests started coming in for a little face time- as if I were the Godfather and my daughter was getting married. . . .Rather than accommodate each individual request I decided to invite several people to the house for dinner Tuesday night.
It sounded like a good idea until I counted the potential number of people that might find their way to my abode- upwards of 30. It turned out to be more like 25 and went very well. I grilled and baked the meat, and also made the choklo (Peruvian corn) while Sharon did more than her part by preparing the salads and potatoes. I couldn’t have pulled it off without her!!
On the flip side the starter on our van went out while I was here, my lawyer wanted money every time I saw him (what lawyer doesn’t, but still. . .), and my day of return (which has only just begun) really capped it off.
Around 4:45 this morning I began hunting the streets for a taxi to take me to the airport. I found one a few blocks away and he took me back to the house to get my suitcases. After we loaded everything up and were ready to set off the taxi wouldn’t start.
It was at then I asked God if I should just go back inside, get back into bed and forget the whole thing. After all, I was leaving my family again, in the dark, still asleep, saying goodbye only in their dreams.
Once the driver decided his taxi wasn’t going to start he jumped out and began to push, and I followed suit, realizing he intended to roll-start what barely qualifies as a car- they’re more like a Matchbox on steroids- and again we were under way.
I arrived at the airport in plenty of time, checked-in and headed to the line to pay my airport tax. Before I could get in line the woman who checked me in found me and asked me to return to the counter. It seemed her supervisor had noticed the size of my carry-on and decided it was too big, too heavy, too whatever.
I explained that it couldn’t be checked as it contained my laptop, cameras, and other fragile possessions. We then weighed it and sure enough it was double the allowable weight. I then explained to the supervisor I had a connecting international flight in the afternoon and thus I was afforded greater allowances. She agreed that on the int’l flight this wouldn’t be an issue but that on the domestic portion it was.
I asked her several times how anyone flying internationally but taking a domestic flight en-route would be able to take their things. After asking her to explain this to me three times she said she didn’t understand the question. . . .I decided I would do my best to accommodate her.
I took my laptop out, which was in separate bag, along with my cameras, a bottle of water and a leather notebook/portfolio. I returned to the desk, weighed my bag again and suddenly it was okay, being only .8 kilos overweight. I thought they were going to check it anyway, which is why I took out my valuables, but instead they let me carry everything on and even provided me with a plastic airline bag to put my loose items in. What this ended up meaning was that I had three bags to carry on instead of one. Viva Peru!!
Now sitting at Starbucks in Lima my day continues to drag on. I find so much joy in my life, in being in Peru, in heading home to San Francisco (did I just call San Francisco home?), and yet I struggle. Am I doing what is right, what I should be?
I believe so. I believe I am. I also believe that these struggles are God’s way of saying “Look how much you can handle!! What have you got to be afraid of?” And that makes sense. After all, Kayla and I have been scared at different times during our lives, together and apart, but suddenly it seems we have become capable.
Sure, there’s still a long way to go, but then, why stop. Life is about moving forward, moving on, making the best of everything and not accepting things as they are. For every trial we face, for every down time Kayla and I go through, for every challenge that presents itself or that we invite we need two hands to count the blessings God has given us.
That’s what life is all about. Being blessed and knowing it; doing the right thing because it’s the right thing to do; living and growing through the hard times.
I’m home, or back in San Francisco, (whichever it is) and preparing myself to head back to the real world, or the dream world. When I figure it out I’ll let you know.
It’s as hard as it’s supposed to be- being away from your family. If being apart from them didn’t make you want to collapse from the pain then there would be something wrong.
I walked around Best Buy today for no reason looking at things I didn’t want, reading specs on products made by manufacturers I don’t believe in just to avoid thinking about being separate from my family. Some days are like that. But then, what can you do?
I bought a fish tank, just a little desktop adornment. Not exactly a replacement, just a little something to occupy me. The love I have for my wife and family cannot be replaced, cannot be exchanged, cannot be anything but what it is- true love.
9/22/2008 Going to CaliforniaWell, the time has come. I’ve been back in the states for a week now, spending time with my parents and boys, getting acclimated to the good ‘ol US of A once more. It’s a wild thing to hear so much spoken English . . . tomorrow I head to California- talk about culture shock!! California is the one place us Texas boys aren’t supposed to go, but I think I’ll do alright after my time in Peru. For those of you who haven’t heard the whole story I got a job in California with Red Robin Gourmet Burgers. I start work Tuesday in San Bruno, CA, about 15 miles south of San Francisco. I’ll be there for 8 weeks then will transfer to another location in the San Jose area. It’s an exciting transition, scary and full of potential. As with any change, this one will bring opportunities for successes and failures, positives and negatives, the chance to influence and the chance to be influenced. Please pray for me as I head into this adventure without the physical support of my family. My boys will be staying with my parents for the time being and Kayla, Meghan, and Cohen are still in Peru awaiting the finalization of Cohen’s adoption and then the process of securing a visa for Cohen. As such, I’ll be tackling the move with only God by my side (which is sufficient, though I miss my family something awful!!).
There are many ways to look at this change we are undergoing. Some have expressed concern over the splitting of my family, temporary though it may be. Others have shared their support as they empathize with just how difficult, yet how necessary, all this is. I appreciate both sides, opinions, and any input and insight any of you may have.
The truth is, Peru and I had a falling out of sorts- no, it would be more accurate to say we reached an understanding. It was time for me to go, to move on, to take all I’ve learned and experienced over the last few years and do something with it.
The bottom line is that we (my family) simply couldn’t survive financially any longer. The adoption of Cohen has cost us more than we expected, and in the meantime bills are piling up. I love Peru, and hope to continue supporting much of the work I have been involved in. During this first week back in the U.S. I have missed a great deal about her. Upon visiting Wal-Mart after arriving in Colorado (something we often claimed we missed in Peru) I realized just how much I enjoyed the lifestyle I have grown accustomed to. I thought my visit to Taco-Bell would be like a little taste of Heaven- it barely qualified as a trip to Purgatory or the lowest of the 3 Mormon heavens. I mean to say I love Peru, I miss Peru, and I hope someday to return to Peru.
In the meantime please continue to pray for us, especially Kayla as she continues her work in Arequipa and will do so for at least several more months. At present she is continuing in her position as the head of the English dept. as well as continuing to work with our local churches and several young people. She will continue to need your support until God allows her to join me in the states, so please, keep her in mind and prayer.
I hope to hear from many of you in the days and weeks ahead, and I will do my best to keep you all informed as to where the Lord is taking us. Incidentally, I was informed yesterday that the restaurant in which I’ll be training is home to two Peruvian employees, both team-leaders, and one Guatemalan, also a team-leader. I had been praying that God would take me to a place where I could use my acquired Spanish skills and Latino knowledge- talk about an answer to prayer!!
On that note I have already found a church I think I will truly enjoy upon reaching California, and it’s only a few blocks from where I’ll be staying for the next 2 months, so thank the Lord for His many blessings and for the doors He is opening.
I hope many of you will be in touch, and I will do the same.
8/2/2008 The Past Two WeeksThe past two weeks have been busy. Two weeks ago we hosted a team from Florida consisting of doctors, nurses, a hairstylist, and several volunteers. They all had a single purpose- to serve God by serving others by ministering to their medical and spiritual needs.
We held medical clinics in 3 different churches in 3 different locations around Arequipa over the course of 5 days. It was a great experience, awesome to see this group come down with suitcases full of medicine and give it away to any and all who needed it.
We saw a lot of patients with basic aches and pains- many of them elderly folks who couldn't understand why their knees, backs, and joints of all kinds were hurting. Of course, they didn't consider that it could be due to the fact that they had been working in the fields, or some other form of manual labor, since they were 12 years old. . . .
There were a few interesting cases, though, like the woman that fell, dislocated her shoulder and fractured her arm. . .OVER A YEAR AGO AND HAD NEVER SEEN A DOCTOR!!
After being tended to by the doctors in the clinic the patients rec'd free counseling with the offer to renew or initiate a relationship with Christ. Many accepted, so let's pray that they follow through and receiving the discipleship they need to do so.
For those that wanted to, free haircuts were available prior to seeing the doctors. I took advantage, as did Cohen- though he didn't like it any more than he ever does. If he's in the room with me and I start to trim my sideburns he runs as soon as he hears the sound of the clippers!!
Aside from the amazingly kind and charitable aid these doctors gave to so many people this week the folks on this team gave so much to all of us, as well. We are eternally grateful.
As soon as they left we welcomed a team from the church in Oklahoma that is sponsoring the youth camp being built in Boca del Rio- a little town just outside of Tacna in southern Peru.
While the adults headed straight for the camp to get a little work done the youth and their three sponsors stayed in Arequipa with Kayla and I. We led them around a few parts of the city to do street ministry, play soccer with the local kids, and just hang out with the people. We also held services 3 nights in a row at a church in Hunter, a suburb of Arequipa.
This past Wednesday we (the youth team and my family) headed to Tacna to spend a few days at the camp and let the kids get to see what it is they have to look forward to. The camp isn't done yet, but it's coming along. Of course, it's the middle of winter here so there wasn't a lot of beach-front activities, but we had fun just the same and the kids were excited to experience a different part of the world, the lives and lifestyle of the people, and discovering new ways they can help others. The impact on the kids lives (American's and Peruvian's alike) will surely last.
So, that's what's kept us busy the last few weeks. Aside from that there's not much else to report. The boys are doing well in Colorado, getting ready to start school in a few weeks. That will be a tough transition as they have been in an American school in several years, but I don't imagine it will be harder than starting school in a foreign country and foreign language. They are excited to get back to school, though, which should make their transition easier.
That's it for now. Come Monday it's back to regular life in Arequipa- for a while, anyway.
7/16/2008 Happy Boo Day!!!Can you believe it's been 2 years? That's right- Cohen is two years old today and we couldn't be happier! We hope the adoption will be finalized in the next 6 weeks, but, of course, the Peruvian system is slower than the finest Canadian molasses, so we'll see what happens. . . .
Cohen has become quite the character- he makes faces for the camera, dances to music, loves to play his guitar (left-handed), and is an overall joy. He likes to watch Blues-Clues, Backyardigans, Diego, and Hi-5.
Yesterday, we went to the "mall" and when we got to the bottom of the escalator he took off running and went straight to the stuffed animals and grabbed a zebra and a zebra pencil bag. Since he loved them so much we bought them for his birthday, and also got him a zebra-striped blanket. Kayla has decided that the next design for his room will follow this theme. I've got a few pics below of the zebra cake that Joyce
made for Cohen, along with a few pics of Cohen.
In the meantime, please continue to pray for us as we experience the change of our boys now living in the U.S. We talk to them everyday, and once they return to Colorado (their in North Carolina right now because my dad is receiving an award for being an outstanding County Agent in the state of Colorado) we will be able to see them with our webcams while we talk to them.
7/11/2008 The boys are back in townThe boys are there, or gone, or home- I'm not sure what you call it at this point. . . .at any rate, they're back in Colorado with Mimi and Papa. Yesterday they had Taco Bell for dinner- the first time in close to 4 years- and today they went shopping for school clothes. School, that will certainly be an adventure. It is for all of us, but for them, after much time missed, I imagine they'll be in for quite the experience.
We miss them, are happy for them, concerned and excited. What else can I say? When doors open you walk through them. When they close you wait for another.
Kayla, Cohen, and I returned to Arequipa earlier this evening after a wonderful time in Lima, despite the fact that we were in Lima (Lima is not my favorite city in Peru, in case any of you haven't gathered that yet). We enjoyed good food, good times with each other, and good rest.
We'll be returning to our teaching jobs next week, then will be welcoming a team in two weeks, heading to Tacna to dedicate the camp, and then, well. . .who knows?
Thanks to you all, again, for continuing to support us with everything you have!!
7/7/2008 UpdateSo, it's once again been a while since I've written, but I figured it was about time for an update on our lives.
About two months ago we headed to Ica, one of the areas hit hardest by last year's earthquake. We joined with a team from, mostly from Florida, to rebuild a small church that had fallen in the quake. I've worked with this team several times during my 3 years in Peru so, along with the feeling of satisfaction of being able to help people and do God's work, it was an extra-special trip for me because many of the men and women on this team are friends, family, the people that motivate me to be here. I was sad that Jason couldn't make it down, nor his wife (RE), but his spirit was here, as that of his mom, dad, sis, and grandma were. Chuck made it down, and I've gotta say, any day with Chuck is a day well spent!! Shane's parents came down (again) and I couldn't have been happier to hear that Shane's doing well. And of course, there's Mike and Denise, a couple who brighten every day and night they are a part of. The truth is, there are and were so many great people on that MAPPS team that I can't say enough about them. Of course, I have to applaud Buddy for his continuity in his work, and for Barbara for tolerating him all these years.
A few weeks after returning from Ica I accompanied a family from Lima, along with two college girls who are here with us in Arequipa on a 6-month missions trip, to Arica, Chile, in order to renew visas, etc. . . .Kayla and the kids joined us for the trip to Tacna, but because Cohen's adoption is not yet final they were not able to cross the border into Chile, and that was too bad, because while in Chile we had quite the adventure.
Upon arriving, the girls and myself seperated from the family from Lima (actually from Ohio) because they needed to go to the Peruvian embassy and we did not. Instead, we headed to the docks where we encountered the funnest fish market I've ever been to. While walking through, perusing the morning catch, we found one particular group of gentleman who were eager to chat, show us their take from the sea, and allow me to admire their Japanese knives (by which I was quite impressed).
They then asked if the girls would like to step behind the counter and take a picture with them, and of course they accepted. The fisherman then "encouraged" me to join them in the photo (which I was attempting to take)and told me to pass our cameras on to another fisherman they called "SeaWolf." I gave one to him but held on to mine. The fisherman again insisted that I join in the photo so I did.
As soon as I was behind the fish counter "SeaWolf" was no where to be found, and neither were the cameras!! I ran into the aisle, looked around, then headed out of the market to look for this fiend (he was a big guy, and I knew he couldn't run very fast). As I exited the market there was a steel building to my right so I went in. When I walked through the door there stands "SeaWolf" with camera in hand taking my picture and saying "HaHa." It was all a big joke!!!
Later that afternoon we took the family from Lima back to the same market and repeated the prank with them, at my request!! Talk about a good time!! I know I enjoyed it, and I'm pretty sure the Shrader's did, as well.
Since those adventures we've been hanging around Arequipa, teaching at the school, and preparing for the newest changes in our lives.
Cohen's adoption should be finalized no later than the end of September. We visited the "Secretary of Adoptions" last week and were informed that as far as they are concerned we're good to go, just waiting on the judge. We're going to see the judge personally next week and see if we can't speed up the process.
My parents have been in town for almost two weeks and we've been travelling almost the entire time. Last week we headed to Cusco and Macchu Picchu, spent several days there, then returned to Arequipa. A few days later we took a day trip to Chivay and Ichupampa, visited the old-folks home and Cohen's Aunt and Uncle. It's been great having them here and it will be hard to see them go.
Even harder will be watching my boys, Alec and Chandler, go with them. They will be moving back to Colorado in two days (Wednesday). Alec can't receive the medical care he needs in Peru, and neither of the boys are receiving the education they need or deserve. While their time here has been a beneficial and integral part of their lives it's time to consider their futures. Please pray for us all, as this transition is going to be difficult in many ways, despite the fact that we believe it to be the best and right decision.
I'll have pics posted on Flickr soon, so check them out when you can.
Thanks to all of you for continuing to support us in whatever way you can.
4/27/2008 Jordy has passedI haven't written in a while, for various reasons. The last time I wrote I shared with you all the plight for Jordy's life. A young boy from our school who was diagnosed with cancer late last year, his condition was improving, as were his spirits. Jordy had opted against further chemotherapy because it was taking more of his life than it was saving. When school started this year he told his mom all he wanted to do was go back to school, be a kid, live a little more. He didn't get that chance.
Two weeks ago we got the call that Jordy was gone. Ronnie and I went to the hospital and stayed and prayed with the family until they were ready to shut off his ventilator. Watching the family face what they have known was coming was more difficult than I can describe. Knowing that Jordy had no more earthly pain to face was more relieving than I thought it would be.
I had wanted to talk to Jordy before he died but once he re-entered the hospital his parents wouldn't tell anyone where he was. I think they just wanted their time with him, and that I can understand. I wanted, and still want, to know what state he was in spiritually. I was never able to find out. I have to believe that it doesn't matter so much if I know, as much as I want to. All that matters is what his state was, but to know that I'll have to wait a little longer.
11/28/2007 Jordy's storyGood morning all:
I'm writing today to ask all of you to please pray for and remember daily
one of my students-Jordy. Jordy is in 4th of secondary,
which is 10th grade to all us gringos. At the beginning of last week he missed
a few days of school and another student told me he was "really sick." A few
days later I was told his mom had taken him to Lima in order to find out what
was wrong with him. Now, for those of you who don't know, it's generally not a
good sign if you have to go to Lima to see a doctor, as this means the doctors
in Arequipa either can't make the diagnoses or aren't equipped to handle the
problem. In Jordy's case it was both.
The initial diagnoses at the end of last week was cancer in Jordy's lung.
However, that didn't explain the swelling of his knee, swelling I've been told
is between softball and volleyball in size. Further tests did reveal the cause,
however, as cancer which had metastasized.
My initial feeling when I first heard that doctors thought he had cancer
was that his situation was not good. After hearing that the cancer had spread
through his body to the extent it had my fears and feelings were confirmed.
However, in my own experiences, God is more powerful than anything this world
can bring upon us. My son has experienced a recent healing; my father was
diagnosed with advanced (stage 5) skin cancer earlier this year, and yet after
only one fairly minor surgery he has shown no signs of cancer being anywhere in
his body (much to the surprise of his oncologist ); and I,
myself, have experienced my own healing two years ago. Thus, it is not with a
lack of faith that I bring this prayer request to you all. Rather, it is
because I know the power of God to be quite real, but that it is through a
united faith that God's power is realized.
Several students, along with the school secretary, traveled to Lima today
to visit with Jordy. I can only imagine how difficult this time is for his
friends and family. I have simply taught Jordy for two years and I am
struggling with this reality, so please pray for his friends and family, as
well, to be encouraged and strengthened through our belief.
God Bless 11/15/2007 Still don't believe? Maybe this will convince you. . .For those of you who have known or met my family you likely know that Alec, our oldest son, was born with a disability. Diagnosed early on as Cerebral Palsy, we found out just recently the root cause of his condition is that the right side of his brain did not develop fully, a small whole or gap remaining where his brain should have grown together. As a result, his nervous system is incomplete and he has little control over his left hand, leg, and foot. During his 11 years he's undergone surgery, botox injections, years of therapy, and constant and chronic pain. In addition, he's suffered mentally and emotionally as he's struggled to be "normal." Despite his disability Alec has played sports and has fought to be just like any other kid. Well, it seems he has been victorious!!
I want to share with you all some amazing news. This past weekend in Arequipa we had what was called "Noches de Gloria" or "Glorious Nights," a 3-day crusade hosted by Cash Luna, a "famous" Latin-American evangelist from Guatemala. Prior to the crusade I had never heard of him, but for those of you who know (of) Benny Hinn, Cash Luna is his Latin-American counterpart. Cash Luna has a healing ministry, and during the 3-day crusade we witnessed hundreds of individuals being healed from various ailments- the blind could see, the lame could walk, the deaf could hear, and I believe someone was even raised from the dead!! The crusade was held at Melgar Stadium, home to Arequipa's professional soccer team. Seating 30,000+, the stadium was full all 3 nights with many left outside wishing to get in.
Each night the crusade began at 6:30. On Friday we arrived around 5:15 to make sure we got to our seats. We had VIP passes to sit on the grass in front of the stage, but even with these we were not assured of seats. By Sunday word had spread far and wide about the miracles, and as a result people were lined up and waiting hours in advance, coming from all over Peru, trying to get in.
Again, with our VIP passes, we had to arrive early on Sunday, only this time early was 3:30- 3 hours before the crusade started!! By 5:30 the gates were locked and people were being turned away. Even some pastors I know, who arrived around 6, and who the first night sat on stage with Cash Luna and his people, were turned away Sunday because there was no more room.
However, I still haven't gotten to the amazing part. Saturday night Joyce rec'd a word from God that Alec would be healed from his Cerebral Palsy on Sunday, and that when they got home from the crusade Saturday night we all needed to pray for him. We did just that for about an hour Saturday night then went to bed, believing for a miracle but not knowing exactly what to expect.
 Sunday came, and like I said, we headed to the stadium 3 hours early. The service started at 6:30, we sang, worshipped, prayed, etc. . .around 8 Cash Luna called all pastors, teachers, and those of us who work in ministry teaching the word to come to the stage. Kayla and I headed up, along with another couple hundred people. Kayla and I were two of the first, and in succession we were all slain in the Spirit!! This was something Kayla and I really needed!! With the expectation and belief that Alec could be healed, our emotions were all over the place.
We returned to our seats and Cash continued pouring out the Spirit on various groups and individuals. He then began to speak to individuals in the crowd with specific ailments, and then instructed us all to place one hand over our affected area and the other toward God.
I placed one hand on Alec's head and put my finger in the grasp of his left hand while he raised his right hand to God and prayed. Kayla stood beside me praying fervently, believing what we wanted to happen really could. Normally, Alec has no strength to speak of in his left hand. He could not take hold of my finger with his entire hand, and minimal upward force would release me from his grip.
 As I prayed I could feel his hand throbbing and pulsating, his grip increasing. I began to lift his hand higher and higher as we prayed. After we prayed and were told to check ourselves and our family for healing I pulled his hand up over his head- still while he was gripping my one finger- and I almost lifted him off the ground with his only hold being his normally useless left hand!!! He was able to open and close his hand and make a fist like never before. He grasped a full bottle of water in his left hand when just the day before he couldn't pick up an empty cup!! He could lift arm straight up and his fingers were straight rather than crooked!!
His left foot, too, was exhibiting improvements. Before he could not tap his toes. Now he could easily lift his toes an inch off the ground. He could pick his foot up in the air like never before!! He and Kayla headed to the stage to testify to God's power, and again were some of the first up there!! Seeing them on stage had me in tears, filled with pride, thanksgiving, and an overwhelming sense of the reality of God's power!!
The feeling was amazing, unbelievable, indescribable!! It hasn't yet gone away!! When we left the stadium that night we exited through the stands. These are stands similar to those in American sports arenas, but are nothing more than concrete levels. These stands have no stairs, just concrete "seats" about 1 1/2 feet high. Now, when Alec climbs stairs he always has to be on the right side so he can use the hand rail because he doesn't have the strength in his left leg/foot to push his body up. But, this night, climbing these double-sized stairs, he walked up them as normal as you or I- no hands, no hesitation, stair by stair, left and right, all the same!!
Now, I have no doubt many of you out there are skeptical- that's okay, I don't blame you. Still, I also know that it was only because of the belief of myself, Kayla, and most of all, the belief Alec had in God's ability to heal him, that he was healed. Without belief, without faith, we can hardly expect our prayers to be answered.
 9/27/2007 Here's the latestKayla and I appeared before the judge again this morning regarding our adoption process of Cohen. Our lawyer is attempting to speed up the process rather than waiting for another year+ to complete the abandoment/adoption procedure. After all, as our lawyer says, "You've had him long enough; it should be obvious he is a part of your family!" The continuing hindrance we are facing is that Jose (Cohen's "father") will not appear before the judge and provide his testimony to assure the judge he is asking us to adopt his son. The judge, while on our side, is still very weary of finalizing the abandoment/adoption of Cohen because the practice of trading children on the black market continues to be an issue in Peru. As testament to this concern the judge has asked us to handprint and footprint Cohen and then provide these same prints from his birth in order to ensure (on paper) the child we have is the same we have been attempting to adopt since last year. Yes, it sounds silly, but the judge has to be sure (which, while a semi-frustrating inconvenience, is reassuring as we know the judge is attempting to follow the letter of the law and leave no opportunity for anyone to question the validity of our adoption) and thus this is the phase we are in.
Jose's appearance is not required but if we can get him to provide testimony stating he wants us to adopt Cohen the process may move much faster. If not, we may have to wait until August of next year to have the adoption finalized. The judge in our case wants to move forward but at the same time is very concerned about appearances. Corruption runs so rampant in Peru that I have to appreciate her (the judge's) sentiments and the lengths to which she is going to ensure the validity of our case. Drawn out it is, but clear it will be once finished.
In other news, we continue our ministry in Chivay/Ichupampa. I've decided we should focus on Ichupampa and the asilo (old folks home) for the time being, and have also decided we need to seriously explore the possibility of living in Chivay full time (3 weeks a month) in order to establish our presence there. I leave the details up to God, but at this moment I'm confident we will be living there sometime next year. I may be wrong, of course, but I think that is where we are meant to be.
9/12/2007 Re: Where were you ?I was in court for a traffic ticket. . .while waiting for my name to be
called on the docket we were asked to exit the building but not given detail as
to why. While in the parking lot Kayla drove up and asked me what I
thought about what was happening. "What are you talking about?" I
said. She turned the radio up so I could listen to the live report.
Because we lived an hour south of NORAD we were considered a prime target.
I returned to court shortly after and then, that afternoon, I recall watching
the news all day, thinking about what was happening, and not really knowing how
to feel.
All day today I watched/listened to CNN and was pleasantly surprised
to witness them (CNN) displaying a farther than normal "RIGHT
WING" attitude. I was upset to hear that some people feel we
should move on from 9/11- get on with our lives- because I'm pretty sure we all
remember Pearl Harbor, which in my mind was justified because the world was at
war (not that we were involved, but had it not happened we may not have become
involved and it was our place, as Americans, to be) and I am proud of
the way we responded.
For me 9/11 is my Pearl Harbor. Did we or do we ask those who
lost individuals, who lost the feeling of security from that event, to move
on? Why, then, should any of us move on without
resolution? Continue living our lives? Absolutely!! Live as if
nothing happened? Not a chance!!
Resolution is our goal. . .Peace is our purpose!! Fight when there is
a reason to do so, at all costs, and now, at this moment, we have reason!!
Micah Cantley
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CARBON COPYING (BCC) has been employed. 8/17/2007 Chivay-IchupampaOne month ago Kayla and I visited a few sleepy towns by the names of Chivay & Ichupapampa. These towns are nestled at the entrance of the Colca Valley, a valley which at its deepest is 14,000 ft. from rim to floor. Adding to the magnitude, Chivay is around 13,000 ft., with Ichupampa just a bit lower. The views, landscape, and attitudes of the locals remind me so muich of Colorado that I have a hard time remembering where I am when there. Adding to the Godly-glorious ambience Kayla and I have discovered in these remote areas several amazing opportunities.Already established is a retirement (term used loosely, as it’s not as though the residents have a pension, 401(k), or Social Security) home. Currently housing only 8 residents (6 “grandmas” and 2 “grandpas”) three volunteers (two full-time and one part-time) also call this place home. The area in which the asilo (that’s asylum in English, but no, the residents aren’t crazy!!) is set is home to a people primarily of Quechua descent (like our little boy, Cohen) and as such many of the older people do not speak Spanish, but rather Quechua.We have been invited by the asilo residents and operators to spend as much time there as we possibly can. They have made one bedroom available exclusively to us in which we can leave behind items we will need on a regular basis in order to lighten our travel load. In addition, they have made three other bedrooms available to us whenever we visit and have beckoned us to bring as many visitors as would like to come. Thus, we will be visiting the Asilo in Chivay two weekends a month beginning two weeks ago and continuing until . . . with us we will be taking a small group of volunteers, a few teens and a few young adults, to aid in our ministry.While the asilo itself presents a wealth of opportunity we are also blessed with the opportunity to run a small church in Ichupampa, an even smaller town about 30 minutes further into the valley. The church currently consists of one finished room, about 20x50, on the bottom floor with two unfinished rooms and space to add upstairs. Electricity is present in the building, though not always available in the town, but there is no water and therefore no plumbing.The church is part of the work of Nueva Vida (Kayla’s dads main church in Arequipa) but in many years the church has not been able to find good ground in which to take root. The current congregation is but 24 adults and about the same number of kids. Two weeks ago our adult service was considerably smaller, as most of the adults are currently traveling/working in other areas. Our children’s ministry, however, had a strong turnout and so we seen this as being our first priority with hope and faith that our adult outreach will grow in time.Not wanting to limit our opportunities, we will also be initiating a youth outreach in the town of Chivay. My vision is to hold YoungLife-type meetings in the center of town, inviting passers-by, locals and tourists, to participate. Once we are able to establish a consistent group and pattern the asilo has adequate space in which to hold meetings.The unique demographics of these valley towns are such that age-appropriate ministries mean spreading our resources around as much as possible. The town of Ichupampa is home primarily to adults/seniors and children, but almost no teens. Most of them, once they reach an age at which they can do so, move to Chivay or even on to Arequipa in order to get a better education and/or job with which to help support the family. For this reason we will be focusing on children and adults in Ichupampa while seeking to reach young people in Chivay while also spending time with the elderly living at the Asilo.This new mission comes at a time in our lives when we are learning to accept that we have not what we work for but that we have what God gives us according to His will. While the opportunities are great so is the opposition. Nary a church exists in these towns and very little outreach takes place on a regular and consistent basis. Because of this we plan to spend the next 4-6 months getting to know the people, letting them get to know and trust us, and proving to them we will be around not just a time or two, but quite often.As always, your prayers are the greatest support we can ask for. This new project will also present new financial burdens. If God fills your heart with the desire to aid us in this way, or any other, please follow Him and let me know. Gifts of all types are needed and appreciated. The asilo, while equipped with beds, blankets, and a kitchen with appliances, is devoid of any sort of activity for the elderly. They have no vehicle with which to take the elderly anywhere outside the home and regular medical care is not available to them. If there is any specific or general need you would like to help with please let me know.Below are a few pictures and the following link will leads to many more. Thanks for joining us on this latest adventure. Thank you for your prayers, faithfulness, and support.See more photos here>>>>>>>7/25/2007 Happy Birthday Cohen!!If you are among one of the many who often wonders what a 1-year old Peruvian boy looks like (secretly or otherwise) you’re curiosities are about to be quelled!! Last week, on Monday, July 16th, we celebrated Cohen’s 1st birthday!! There was a time we feared this day would not come, and another time during which we were uncertain as to just where we would be, where Cohen would be, when this day arrived. As part of God’s plan and will Cohen was right where he was meant to be- with us!!
The day arrived without much fanfare, and as Monday just happened to be the 4th day of a labor/transportation strike, we were able to rise slowly and simploy enjoy our day. As each of our kids awoke they promptly wished the Tootsie Roll a Happy Birthday. With no big plans for the day, we relaxed and reveled in our own amazement.
Sometime around noon a large rock crashed into our tranquil pond. Jose (Cohen’s birth father) called and asked if he and his two kids could come see Cohen for his birthday. While we have always kept an open door to them they have never before shown any interest in passing through. Thus, on this day, and caught off guard, Kayla was taken aback by the request and responded accordingly. “No. Not today.” Not a minute later Kayla picked up the phone, called Jose back, and invited them to come by the house that afternoon.
About two hours later Jose, Danielle, and Marisol arrived bearing gifts and birthday wishes. While the visit was awkward I can’t say it was uncomfortable. We don’t have a lot to talk about with Jose, having little in common aside from our son. We see him on occasion, but not often, and as I’ve shared in past writings his intentions have often been questionable. Still, at the end of the visit we were and are glad it took place. We recognize the inherent value of such times and the validation and realization that come along with them.
The Saturday following Cohen’s birthday several women from both churches and the school, along with a few of our Young Life troupe, threw a baby shower for Kayla. Yes, this shower took place just after our baby’s 1st birthday, but since the future was unsure for so long after he was introduced to our home the ladies decided to bring a sense of permanence to the idea.
Not planning on attending, I was coerced to stay when the father of one of our Young Life members chose to stay while his daughter enjoyed the festivities. I was glad to share his company as he recently discovered my interest in the Jewish faith and he happens to be a Messianic Jew (raised Catholic). Our masculinity was further protected by our leader and two volunteers of Young Life. The women played several games my mom introduced to them and they had a great time. Everyone talked of how original the party and games were, and this talk continued into the school week yesterday. Having my mom not only be at the party, but play such an integral role, made it that much more special.
Last Thursday we received another surprise- a visit from Social Services (yes, they exist in Peru, too!!). We weren’t home at the time, and so they left us a note along with a phone number and instructions to be at their office the following Tuesday morning (yesterday) at 8 a.m. While we have been expecting visits from Soc. Serv. we had also expected some warning. Even so, we were glad to see the Peruvian justice system was moving along without our prodding.
We arrived yesterday morning at Social Services just a few minutes after 8. Once we found the appropriate office we jumped right in to an informal interview. While we had hoped that today might bring us a great deal closer to being a ble to officially adopt Cohen it turned out to be but a simple Q&A session. The Social Worker did indicate that, at this time, we would not be able to adopt Cohen for another year, which means we’ll be in Peru for at least a year and a half, if not more. It seems God still has more for us to do down here. . .
It’s been quite a week. . .then again, it’s been quite a year. Thanks to all of you who have and continue to pray for and support us in all we are doing. I am always able to find great strength in you when I need it most. We’ve witnessed more than our share of miracles during our relatively short time here, and we know many more are to come.
5/30/2007 Responsible parentingParenting is no easy task, yet God provided us with plenty of instruction for the journey. A favorite verse of mine, in the convicting and constant reminder of my faults sort of way, is Ephesians 6:4- Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Rather, bring them up with discipline and instruction that comes from the Lord.
While I know God has helped me improve in this area, especially through self-awareness, I also know there are still times when my words and/or actions frustrate my children rather than instruct them. With the spiritual guidance and insight of verses like the one above I hope and pray that when my children reach adulthood principles such as these will be evident in their lives.
What I often wonder, as I envision my children as adults, is the relationship we will have then, once they are grown, perhaps with children of their own. When I consider my parents, grandparents, in-laws, and the various parent-child relationships that exist among them I often times can't help but wonder if the rules and advice like that above are discarded at some point. I wonder if there exists somewhere an unwritten rule, buried deep in our cavernous minds, that tells us, as parents, our job is done when in fact its only just begun.
In I Timothy certain standards are given for church leaders. Well, it seems to me if we say we are following Christ that makes us a church leader, though our church may only be our homes. I Timothy 3:4-5, speaking specifically of those wishing to be an elder in the church, says- He must manage his own family well, with children who respect and obey him. For if a man cannot manage his own household, how can he take care of God's church?
While this passage speaks directly to church leaders I believe it also speaks to the rest of us. After all, each of us, as Fathers, is a pastor to his family, a shepherd of his own small flock. And each of us, as mothers, are also at least an assistant, a shepherd's aid. Thus, if our family is not managed properly our church will not grow. It is along this line of thought I find myself pondering the future. While I hope, pray, and attempt to ensure my children learn that which will keep them on God's path I know that they are bound to stumble, and they may even fall, along the way. In knowing this, then, I must believe my duty as a parent is never-ending. The responsibility to nurture and maintain my own small church, my flock, is not one bound by constraints of time nor age. Rather, the duties we take on as parents end not before our time on earth does also.
Children desire the approval of their parents, openly or in secret, no matter how old they are and despite all other appearances of success. If we then, as parents, set goals unattainable for our children, and if we, as parents, are the clearest representation of God for our children, why should we expect our children to ever find their way to God? After all, as the shepherd of our flock, if we attempt to lead our children to places they are not yet ready or able to go, and when they fail we show our dissaproval in them when in reality the fault is our own, what will our children think of God? How will our children expect God to react when they find themselves too weak to reach Him? Will they see God as the compassionate and trustworthy being that He is, or will they instead think of God as a ruler so harsh, so emotionally battering, that it is better to be distanced from Him than to allow a relationship to develop?
Parents, if you want to know how your kids see God first find out how your kids see you. If your children rarely speak to you and are nervous or distant when they do chances are their relationship with God is not much different. We, as parents, represent God to our children. When our children are grown this should not change. 4/26/2007 The Joy of the Lord is my strength!!Recently, a close friend of mine passed away, a friend in Lima whom I had grown close to, a friend who will be missed a great deal. Upon hearing the news, and after I expressed the anguish of my loss, another friend wrote and asked me if there was any joy left in our lives, to which I replied-
No, we don't have some joy, we have more joy than anyone deserves!! In the midst of all these hard times I look at our little boy and lose my train of thought; I teach my two older boys in the morning hours of school and am overwhelmed at how lucky I am to have this time with them; I go shopping with my daughter and as she converses with me I realize what I have done to get her to that point, to lead her to be who she is; Kayla and I find joy in each other we never thought possible, and it gets better each day!!
Most of all the lesson I am being taught right now is that the Lord is all I need, that it is He I need to turn to in times of heartache, just as in times of joy. This lesson is becoming more and more evident every day.
With all my woes attempting to overtake me I am in surprisingly good spirits, though it may not seem so from my writing. I sometimes forget just how clear my emotion is relayed on paper. Even so, it is only because of prayer that I survive I think, prayer that recently has proven more fruitful, more worthwhile than before. My conversations with God have gained clarity, His voice comes to me unobstructed. At the end of the day, no matter how long this day lasts, the Will of God will present itself. Of this I can assure you all!!
God Bless, and Thank You!! |
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