My View, From Peru

Going to California

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 05:12:59 GMT

Well, 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.

The Past Two Weeks

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:50:35 GMT

The 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.

Happy Boo Day!!!

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 04:13:52 GMT

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.

The boys are back in town

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 04:24:57 GMT

The 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!!

Update

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:34:55 GMT

So, 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.

Jordy has passed

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 20:01:47 GMT

I 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.

Jordy's story

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 14:42:02 GMT

Good 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

Still don't believe? Maybe this will convince you. . .

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:33:05 GMT

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.

Visit Cash Luna's web-site here, available in English and Spanish

See all the pictures from the CashLuna crusade here. . .

Here's the latest

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 18:57:05 GMT

Kayla 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.

Re: Where were you ?

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 06:21:17 GMT

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
Si tuvieras fe como un grano de mostaza

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Chivay-Ichupampa

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 11:57:36 GMT

One 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>>>>>>>

Happy Birthday Cohen!!

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 07:45:55 GMT

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 16^th, we celebrated Cohen’s 1^st 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 4^th 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 1^st 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.

Responsible parenting

Wed, 30 May 2007 05:51:25 GMT

Parenting 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.

The Joy of the Lord is my strength!!

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 04:57:13 GMT

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!!

I'm waking up. . .

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 04:10:11 GMT

Tired. Man, I've been tired, the kind of tired that doesn't go away after a nap or a day's rest. The kind of tired that's with you 24/7. The kind of tired that makes you tired thinking about how tired you are. That's what kind of tired I've been.

I've been behind since January, fighting to keep up with the back of the pack. It seems I can't find the time to do what I need to do regardless of where I look, and yet, here I am, still grinding it out, making the best of it all knowing that whatever God has in store for me at the end of this challenge will be well worth the struggle, and knowing this challenge serves to prepare me for the next.

With just less than a year of school remaining I find myself looking up from the bottom of a rut threatening to consume me. I've managed to come out of my last two classes with passing, yet embarrassing, grades and it looks like my current class will end in a similar manner. I've scheduled a two-week break after this class so I can reorganize, regroup, get my focus back. If I don't I may never again find my way.

Last month Abi's mom and step-dad asked me to allow Abi to be adopted by her step-dad. It's the right thing to do, and the question was one I had awaited for some time, if only because I'm the type of guy that prepares for tough times, especially when they're likely to come. An emotional decision, this was one we made with peace as we know Abi needs a whole family, and as God has granted us a calm in our decision. While on paper I will no longer be her father my heart will always say otherwise, and we will continue to be a part of her life. Upon our return to Colorado we will spend as much time with her as we can and will always be as much a part of her life as she likes, as much as we can. Just the same, this decision carries with it an emotional tsunami, one that comes again and again. . .

My grandmother and I had a bit of a falling out. For those of you who read my piece on culture at JournalPeru you may understand why. I sent that piece to her, not thinking about the insinuations she would derive, but rather hoping she would see my attribution to her for all she did give me, while at the same time realizing what I felt I had missed in our relationship and hopefully join me in attempting to recoup as much as would be possible. She didn't, and after one unpleasant email exchange I fear she and I may never again speak. Some of you probably think I deserve this. Maybe I do. Somehow I feel I've been plagued with the urgency to be honest in order to derive the truth from a world that frowns upon direct and confrontational interaction because it makes people feel uncomfortable. Yes, this is the curse I'm blessed with.

Easter was just a few weeks ago. Rather than the traditional "Passion Play" style performance, Ronnie (Kayla's dad) spawned the idea to put on a 4-day run of "Hell House," the now popular Halloween-time drama designed to show non-believers and believers alike a few of the more common yet ignored pathways to Hell, and then revealing the alternative, Jesus and Heaven. For reasons that remain a mystery to me, the locals decided I should play Jesus. After all, I'm tall and white, just the way Latino's view Jesus (or so it seems).

In addition to four days of 3-hour nightly live performances two churches and many individuals came together to build the complex and intricate yet makeshift set. Representing six different scenarios leading to eternal damnation, along with an elaborate Lake of Fire and an almost too bright to see Heaven, over 900 people passed through the 12-15 minute drama during its run. The seeds planted in people's lives, the thoughts provoked by what they saw made the investment well worth it, despite the sacrifice of time and sleep (two things I'm short on anyway) everyone made. I'll have photos and short videos posted in the near future.

Kayla and I visited with our attorney again. It seems the judge handling Cohen's (Ephraim, for those of you a little behind) custody case has returned. More specifically, we learned the judge who was handling the case was just a fill-in and that the full-time judge is now back on the case. According to our lawyer, the "real" judge is much more efficient, and thus he believes we should have full custody in about a week, and the moral and material abandonment resolution should be completed within three weeks. When you get through all that mumbo-jumbo you'll find it means we should be able to begin the Peruvian adoption process within a month.

With any luck the adoption will be complete by August or September, at which time we will embark on the grueling task of securing a US visa. Six months ago we thought we'd be heading back to Colorado in July. Now, it looks as though we may be here another year before we able to leave. At the moment we can't even leave the city without judicial permission, and leaving the country won't be possible for some time. We miss our friends, family, and our snows of Colorado, but our reason for delaying a visit is a pretty good one. The affirmation we experience 50 times a day through the smiles, laughs, coos and spit bubbles of our little boy fill the void a thousand times over.

Two nights ago, while I lay in bed praying, God spoke to me, clearly and accurately. Often times when God let's me in on His plans he does so knowing I'll exercise discretion in my sharing of the secret. Many times God's words are for me alone, messages not meant to be shared right away, as those whom are concerned may not be ready to hear them. This message seemed to be one of those, though I didn't think I would have to keep it a secret long. Normally after hearing from God directly I take some time to process His words a bit before I consider sharing any of it anyway. This time I was excited and wanted to tell right away, but the need to wait was impressed upon me, and so I did.

The next morning, at school, both Kayla and I were involved in two seperate interactions with two different people, completely unrelated save one common, though not unique, factor. Not realizing what Kayla had been involved in, and not recognizing my encounter as anything special without her encounter to complete the circle, it wasn't until after we had arrived home that afternoon and Kayla and I shared the stories of our day with each other that it all made sense. The ultimate confirmation that the word had come from God directly was in Kayla's response when I shared it with her. Not even a pause in her demeanor, just smooth and continuous discussion, God's words blending right in as though they were meant to be there. Unfortunately, the message was one I didn't exactly want to hear, but it was easily accepted, easy to understand once it all came together.

So, what's the point?, you're asking (if you're still reading). The point is this. Living for God isn't easy. If it was everyone would be doing it. Sacrifice has a reason, and when that reason is evasive you can bet the payoff will be worth it as long as you see it through. Following God doesn't mean life will be pain free, it means there will always be a reason and a reward for the pain we experience in His name. For those times when our faith is questioned, those times when we are let down by those closest to us, by those we think are or should be close, it is during these times God is calling to us, during these times we must call out to Him.

Some of the comments I've received...

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 18:08:54 GMT

Since there aren't too many of you out there able to post comments on my site I thought I'd share a few of the comments I've received with you all... Micah

Thats awesome Micah! Congratulations to you and Kayla on getting to raise another child. I will continue to pray for you, cuz now you will really need it! ;)

I'm so happy for you guys!!! I'm like crying right now!!! I love you guys and I'm praying for you. I can't wait to meet the little tootsie roll someday, I miss ya'll so much!!! Give Ephraim a kiss for me. love ya'll!!!Angelina

Oh my God...This has just put me into tears...Happy tears and at the same
time, tears of a parents pain for having to relinquish their parental
rights. Congratulations and God Bless you and your wonderful family for
taking on such a massive responsibility.
Best regards and please stay in touch.
SP

I am very happy for you and your family.
Athough we have not communicated much these past months, you have often been in my thoughts. I have enjoyed the pictures. In the"what it is worth department", I am so proud of you.

Blessisngs
Charlotte Graham

i am very happy for you guys. that must be a relief to finally know what is
happening. so do you still have to go through the court to get it finalized
or is this it? do you guys get to come back to the states? what do you do
from here? i am so excited and hope all goes well.
talk to you soon
miss ya
chalea

Dear Micah and Kayla,

Congratulations! I'm glad God has blessed you with Ephraim.It looks like God has exciting plans for his life.

Love and prayers,

Gracie

This is great news!!! I'm so happy for your family and especially for Ephraim whose life and development will be greatly benefited by being in your family. This must be a great relief for you and Kayla.

I should have e-mailed you a few weeks ago but I didn't. It has been very busy around here plus I have can drag my feet a little. Anyway, about 3 to 4 weeks ago. I think it was on a Tuesday morning around 4:00 or 4:30. I woke up out of a deep sleep with you and Kayla on my mind. I got up and began to pray for you, the family and this baby situation.I didn't really know what to pray for, but made it a general pray for about an hour. I'm glad that this has all worked out for you. I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you, and still thinking about you. I hope to make it down there again in near future. As we would say in AR, yall take care now, here.

Tony M. Hesters
Youth Pastor
1st A/G, Beebe

Praise The Lord! Wolfy couldn't have said it better. Jerry and Karen

Wow, this is incredible news, guys. We celebrate with you! What a blessing to Ephraim and to you. I'm going to talk on the Spirit of adoption this Sunday! Yea God!! - Kirk

Hi's adorable.

"WELCOME EPHRAIM"

Congratulationes on the new adition to the family.

WE ARE HAPPY. WITH lOVE

Danitza, Nicholas and Little Nicky

Is the epic over or has it just begun?

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 05:50:29 GMT

For six months you have joined my family on what is, by design, a moment of great definition for our future, for our lives. You have been with us as we worried about Jenny's health, wondered about Jose's thought process, and most of all, you have been with us contemplating Ephraim's future.

Jenny has passed, finally knowing relief from the suffering she endured for six months, from the suffering that set us all on this course. With her passing came questions and uncertainties, not new, but those that had been hidden and waiting for some time. Still, there was only one question that truly needed an answer, one question that stood above all others. Today I have an answer to that question.

Two weeks ago, upon returning home from church, Kayla stated casually that she needed to talk to me. Jose had come to church that day, she said, and he had asked to talk with her after the service. While we have always talked to Jose, allowed him to see Ephraim when we found ourselves in the same place, and had extended to him an open invitation to see his son, when he had made this sort of approach in the past the result had not been pleasant. This day held its share of despair, but of a different sort, along with a great sense of relief when all had been said.

Jose, very hesitantly, and with tears in his eyes, looked at Kayla and said "You win." He said he knew what it was he must do, what was right, no matter the difficulty of the decision. Kayla, not sure how to take his first words, did her best to understand if he truly felt that we had been battling against each other. He did not. Rather, he explained that as a result of Jenny's passing at the Lord's Hand we had won the blessing of raising Ephraim, a task he could not undertake. He said he did not feel as though he was losing as much as he knew he was doing what was right by his child.

One week later Jose signed the papers relinquishing his rights, the papers that cleared the path for Kayla and I to adopt our little Tootsie Roll. By signing the papers Jose relieved us of the necessity to continue with our court dealings, but most importantly, he relieved us all of the daily worry that came with not knowing where Ephraim would be tomorrow.

With all doubt removed, all worry now vanquished, I would like to today announce to you all, and ask you to welcome, our son, Ephraim Cohen Miqueas Cantley.

Video: Cohen Cantley

The Next Chapter

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 21:37:17 GMT

At 6:20 this morning Kayla received a call from Jose, Ephraim's dad. He said Jenny left last night, that she had died. Kayla, Ephraim, and I, along with Kayla's dad, were on our way back to Arequipa an hour later. Jenny's memorial will be this evening, followed by her funeral tomorrow. With one question answered so many more surface, with the easing of one's pain many others are left suffering.

Please pray for the family left behind, for Jose, and her children, Daniel and Marisol. Please pray for us, also, for the wisdom and peace needed to play the roles we have been given.