That Time My Wife Saved My Life

What is the value of an hour? How much time does it contain, how much potential? Can anything be accomplished in such an amount of time? I’ve seen both sides of the coin in my life – of having an hour last forever and almost nothing at all. I must have been around eight when my Grandpa came to visit us once. I cannot recall exactly what I did, but I must have acted up real good since Mom’s punishment for me was to go and sit on my bed for an hour. I remember watching my old radio clock slowly inch along in what seems like the longest hour of my life. Conversely, I can remember the last hour leading up to class in college where we had to turn in a group report. Needless to say, there did not seem to be enough minutes for the task in that one.

The following are my memories of what happened to me during the week I arrived in Cusco. It was a scary experience for all involved. The question of time became paramount for me during these events. Had Rachel not acted when she did and drug me to the hospital, this post would likely never have been written. To have delayed even one more hour would have been catastrophic. I strongly caution anyone who may not want to know the details of my near death to abstain from reading this post.

Gary, Barton, Ryan, and I landed in Cusco Saturday, October 7. The four of us had just returned from a Latin American Missionaries’ Retreat near Sao Paulo, Brazil the week prior. The week had been relaxing and renewing, but I had been tired during the course of it. I took a nap during each free period we had. I didn’t feel sick during that time; so I just chalked it up to staying up too late to dominate at spades with Barton. Looking back now, I would guess that I had a mild infection of some sort that my body was fighting.

Anyhow, that first night I slept great. It was probably the best first night at altitude sleep that I had ever had. It probably helped that I took an Aleve before retiring. I had learned my body over the years, and the first week at altitude is usually riddled with frontal lobe headaches that love to disrupt my sleep patterns. I had found that drinking an insane amount of water and pre-emptively taking something for the headaches allowed me to adjust more smoothly.

Sunday and Monday went about as well as I could have hoped. I felt winded a bit – especially after long walks, but I was up and functioning. My sleep Monday into Tuesday was disrupted however. I awoke at around 2 with a headache that I couldn’t shake. No worries at this point, though, it’s only the altitude.

Ryan and Sarah left shortly after lunch to head back stateside for Furlough on Tuesday. It was later that afternoon I noticed a low grade fever and a persistent cough starting to hit me. The fever wasn’t entirely unexpected. For whatever reason, my body decides to do this right at about the 72 hour mark into being at altitude. I had always come out of it fine before. My body just needed to rest and figure out nothing is wrong. As for the cough, well colds happen, right?

I took another Aleve and attempted to sleep Tuesday night. That was never meant to be. The cough was constantly applying mucus to the back of my throat causing me to cough repeatedly. It didn’t seem as though I could go more than a minute or two without coughing. This definitely prevented me from falling into sleep. I moved to the living room, turned on Netflix, propped my head up higher with lots of pillows in an attempt to not let the mucus settle on my throat. It was a vain attempt. I doubt I slept much longer than 30 consecutive minutes that night. What was more was my headache seemed to be intensifying. Where was that Aleve in my system?

I had been downing incredible amounts of water in an attempt to combat the altitude sickness, but here is where even my body’s hydration came under attack. Shortly before Rachel woke, I threw up for the first time. I would do so again three more times. I lay on the couch most of the day. I had chill like muscle aches pulsing through me that morning. What was this, the flu? I had Ken Burn’s WWII documentary playing in the background. It was impossible to concentrate. Hours passed slowly, but early Wednesday afternoon, I made some progress. The chills left, the cough lessened, and the headaches subsided. I was convinced that with some much needed sleep, I would overcome whatever this was.

Rachel seemed less sure of my state of being. It could have been my inability to hold down an ounce of banana for more than fifteen seconds or what she described as “my graying complexion”, but she had a couple teammates take a look at me too. Rachel had been reading up online on altitude sickness and discovered that in severe cases fluid and pressure can build up in the lungs or brain. I was exhibiting many of the symptoms listed for the severe case, but we both hate self-diagnosing. The team-mates assured Rachel that in their many years here they hadn’t seen anyone ever have the severe case. They gave me an anti-vomiting pill that allowed me drink a Gatorade – at last some electrolytes back in me.

It was right around this point that my memories begin to falter. I was at last able to sleep, but it was in an odd state. By breathing was strained when asleep. Rachel says that it would sound as though I would stop breathing entirely for a few seconds before resuming into a strained snore. Along with my worsening complexion, she decided to wake me up.

I remember her waking me, and being angry at her. However I was not mad at her for waking me, but rather because she wasn’t following the proper strategy. I was convinced that we were playing a card game similar to spades and she was my partner. I have no clue what the exact rules were, but I do recall that the way Rachel was laying her cards down was making it impossible for me to react correctly and win any tricks. I let her know as much when she woke me.

She was baffled to say the least. What cards? What people? What game? She asked me many questions about who was in the room with us and what we were doing? I remained convinced she was loony and determined to make us lose the game. However, after I got up and went and used the restroom, she says I seemed much more “normal”. So she let me fall back asleep again.

An hour later, Rachel woke me again when she saw me twitching under the covers. My twitching was me scratching my left hand with my right. When she asked what I was doing, I told her I was “scoring”. Apparently I was tallying up the scores from the card game, and we were not winning. When I refused to stop, she asked if I was writing on paper or on my hand. What a silly question, I told her obviously I was writing on paper. I was trapped in my own hallucinations.

Rachel then noticed my tongue. It had gone purple grey. The front portions looked as though they were receding, dying even. She made brush my teeth; at this point I don’t remember any of this. Whatever was happening to my tongue didn’t come off with brushing. She then saw my fingers and lips. I was losing color and quickly.

Around eleven at night, Rachel called Barton’s cell. Thankfully they live just across the hall from where we are staying. “Are you awake? Actually, it doesn’t matter – I need you to drive us to the hospital”, these were the words Rachel told Barton that late Wednesday night. Rachel dressed me and made me take some breaths off the oxy-shot (an aerosol like can that has oxygen in it and a breath mask attached).

Barton, having been kept in the loop to my condition the entire day before, knew exactly what was happening and what needed to happen. He helped me down the elevator – motor function had ceased working – and drove us to MacSalud Hospital. The team had heard that this new place in Cusco actually had the medical equipment to handle emergencies. Upon arrival they got me into a wheel chair. I was acting as though I had come off anesthesia. Barton asked if I wanted to pop some wheelies to which I joyfully affirmed the idea.

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From what I am told, they did a preliminary exam on me on the first floor. They had me on a table, but I was too far up on it to lay my head. I also couldn’t scoot myself down, hence Rachel held my head while they poked and prodded me. It was determined that I needed to be taken to ICU, but the system here in Peru works differently than in the States. Here you have to go purchase your IV bags and supplies from the pharmacy before going up to the ICU. Rachel wasn’t about to leave me. Thankfully Barton was able to take care of procuring the needed items while Rachel stayed with me. This was probably some of the scariest moments for her. I was unresponsive and deteriorating quickly, and here we are wasting time when in her opinion I really need to be hooked onto life support.

 

Eventually we did get everything. I can remember Rachel helping me take my boots off. I remember them saying that they needed to shave my chest so they can attach the heart monitor pads. Apparently I yelled, “Por que!?!?” in response to this. All I remember is Rachel saying “Esta bien”, me thinking that if Rachel says it’s ok then it must be, and going “ok”.

They hooked up the heart monitor, a blood pressure cuff, and a pulse oximeter. It was around this point that we – or rather they – found out how bad I was. Blood oxygen percent levels need to be high. Chances are that as you are reading this, yours is hovering around 95%. Most people that live at sea level ish and come to Cusco will drop down to 85-90%. Once you get below 80% things start to turn bad. Once you get below 60% muscle paralysis sets in. Once you get below 40%, you should probably pull out your invisibility cloak because death is about to come looking for you.

Mine was low enough that had we waited another hour or so, there would likely be no more Mitchel. They immediately started giving me oxygen. They also wanted to get me on an IV. However, be it because of the vomiting or who knows what, my normally easy to hit veins were not cooperating. It took them many attempts to get a needle in me. When I regained cognitive thought the next day, I remember looking at the many cotton balls taped to my hands and arms from their unsuccessful attempts and wondering what had happened to me.

Over the course of the next 90 minutes or so, everyone watched my oxygen levels climb. I can recall coming more to and everyone seeming to relax a bit when I breached the 80% mark. It was at this point that they informed me that they wanted to move me to a more permanent bed in the ICU and out of the emergency room area they initially took me up to. I thought this was ridiculous. I still didn’t understand the severity of my condition. In my mind, I had been in the hospital maybe 15 minutes, given some oxygen, and all was ok now. I thought their proposition was extortion. Barton convinced me that it was already 2:30 in the morning, and I might as well stay the one night. They provided Rachel a bed in a room upstairs, and I fell back asleep on a heavy dose of oxygen.

Around 5:00 I woke up really needing to empty my bladder. Problem was A) I have no idea where I am, B) I have no idea what is connected to me, and C) I see no one else to help me. After progressively yelling, “hola” for about 5 minutes, a nurse appeared. I told her of my need in Spanish, and she unhooked me from all the machines. However, my blood oxygen level must have collapsed during this event because she looked concerned when I returned and got rehooked in. From there on out, they brought me a “pato” which is more or less a bed pan for me to use. Oddly enough “pato” also means “duck” – a fact my nurses found hilarious when I brought it to their attention.

The next day consisted of sleep and tests. I found that while on oxygen, I was able to get the first REM sleep I had had in days. They woke me up to x-ray my chest and take a brain scan. The brain scan was normal (I know surprisingly), but my right lung looked to have an atypical infection in it. It wasn’t localized at all but spread out. A CAT scan on my chest cavity later that day revealed that nearly two thirds of my right lung was consumed. No wonder I couldn’t breathe. They took blood vials and phlegm samples of stuff I would cough up.  It was found to be pneumonia. I was immediately started on antibiotics.

The next several days involved much sleep as I fought the infection. I was on two antibiotics, a stomach settler, a clot buster shot since I wasn’t moving much, a lung enhancer similar to what asthma patients get, and oxygen. They gradually reduced how much oxygen I got until around day 5 I didn’t use it in the daytime at all. I was incredibly weak, only able to stay awake for about 6 hours or so before I needed a nap. Granted the hospital cooking in Peru is nothing to write about, so I won’t. I lost fifteen pounds in six days. If you ever want to lose weight and master your Spanish in a hurry, I might have the plan for you.

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Eventually on day 6, new X rays revealed that the infection had cleared up enough to allow me to go home. I would still need to take oral antibiotics for the next week, but I could walk again and no longer needed oxygen. What had started in my mind as a quick trip to stabilize my oxygen had turned into 4 days in the ICU and another 2 in the hospital.

All in all, I can honestly say that Rachel saved my life. She saw my condition and took action. She didn’t care what others may have thought or said, she knew something was not right with me. As I mentioned earlier, all it would have taken was probably another hour of doing nothing, and everything would have ended much differently. I never expected this to happen to me. I never saw it coming. I thought I had plenty of time. And yet as I reflect on it, I was powerless to save myself.

There is too much symbolism and metaphor with what happened to me to not be mentioned. Everything I have written – my helplessness, my rapid decay to a depraved state, my need for someone to save me – it can all be seen as a counter image to our lives as humans. My youth minister’s favorite verse growing up was James 4:14. In it we read that our lives are but a vapor, and they could be gone before we even know it. I came much closer to death than I ever wanted to be these past few weeks, but my plea is to everyone reading this. We are all much closer to death than we realize, and no amount of oxygen or antibiotics can stop that. When the end does come, what will wish you had done with that last hour? Upon whose name will you call for help? How will others remember your life? Don’t wait for a near brush with death to be able to answer these questions in the way you desire.

In Him,
Mitchel Routh

Recipes and Dinner Events

We are so thankful to be supported by all of our friends and family –  financially, emotionally, and spiritually! So to honor you and to show you how excited we are to be able to fulfill our dreams of becoming missionaries, we hosted three different events: at Brighton Church of Christ in Brighton, Michigan, at Laurel Church of Christ in Knoxville, Tennessee, and at Winchester Church of Christ in Winchester, Tennessee.

These events were to show you a little about why we fell in love with the people that live in Peru and how we felt that God was pushing us toward his Church there. We began our events with a meal of more traditional Peruvian food that you can find if you come to visit on a campaign! Rotisserie chicken with aji verde (green spicy sauce), Papa a la Huancaína (potatoes and a cheesy spicy sauce), green salads, chicken empanadas, salchipapas (hotdogs and French fries mixed together), fruit and tres leches for dessert. Additionally, we brought back Chicha Morada (which we affectionately call purple corn Kool-Aid) and Inca Kola (some people think it tastes like bubblegum soda) from Peru.

After we finished eating, Mitchel shared the story about our first visit to Peru and how we felt that there was nothing better that we could be doing on Earth than to work for the Church in a place where there are extremely few Christians. Then we played a really awesome game that Rachel put together to teach a little about Peruvian culture and geography! When we were finished, we took many questions! If there is anything that you would still like to know, feel free to leave a comment, and we will answer you! The question you may have, might be someone else’s who doesn’t feel comfortable asking!!

Finally, we wanted to share some recipes from our Dinners with you! A lot of people seemed to really like the chicken empanadas, the two different sauces, and tres leches!!

 

Recipe for Chicken Empanadas

  • 1 box refrigerated pie crusts
  • 2 cups shredded cooked chicken
  • 4 oz cream cheese, softened
  • 1 cup shredded Mexican blend cheese
  • 1 4.5 oz can diced green chilis
  • 1/2 cup Tomatoes with green chili, drained I used Rotel
  • 1/4 cup diced green onions
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1 egg, beaten
  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.

  2. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or spray with non-stick cooking spray.

  3. In a large bowl, combine chicken, cream cheese, shredded cheese, green chilies, tomatoes with green chilies, green onions, salt and pepper. Stir until well combined.

  4. Unroll one pie crust on a lightly floured surface.

  5. Using a 3-inch biscuit or cookie cutter, cut out rounds. Re-roll dough as needed.

  6. Repeat using both pie crusts in package.

  7. Lightly brush the outer edge of each round with water.

  8. Place one heaping teaspoon of chicken mixture in the center of each round.

  9. Fold dough over the filling and press edges together with a fork to seal.

  10. Repeat with remaining rounds and mixture.

  11. Place the empanadas on baking sheet and light brush the tops with beaten egg.

  12. Bake for 12-15 minutes.

     

Note: We used rotisserie chicken because it is already seasoned and delicious! We also used the top of a mason jar to cut out circles in the pie crust to make the perfect sample size. This recipe should make about 24 miniature empanadas.

 

Recipe for Aji Verde (the green sauce)

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Rotisserie Chicken and Aji Verde Sauce

 

  • 2 fresh jalapeños, including seeds and ribs, roughly chopped
  • 1 tablespoon aji Amarillo paste
  • 1 cup freshly picked cilantro leaves and small stems
  • 2 tablespoons grated cotija cheese or Parmesan cheese
  • 1 medium clove garlic, minced (about 1 teaspoon)
  • 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
  • 1 teaspoon white vinegar
  • 1/2 teaspoon juice from 1 lime
  • 1/2 cup mayonnaise
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

Combine jalapeños, aji amarillo, cilantro, cotjia, garlic, oil, vinegar, and lime juice in a blender. Blend on high speed until smooth paste forms. Add mayonnaise and blend until homogenous. Transfer to a bowl and season to taste with salt and pepper. Serve with grilled chicken. Unused sauce can be stored in a covered container for up to 1 week.

Note: Aji amarillo paste is a hot yellow pepper paste from peru. It can be found in Latin specialty stores or ordered online. If unavailable, it can be omitted.
– We also doctored the sauce since we served it to a large group of people: we seeded one of the jalapeños, and added more cheese, garlic, and mayonnaise to cut the heat.

 

Recipe for Huancaina Sauce (the yellow cheese sauce)

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Papa a la Huancaína

  • 2 tablespoons aji Amarillo paste
  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 4 saltine crackers
  • 8 oz queso fresco (farmer cheese)
  • 1 cup evaporated milk
  • Salt to taste

In a blender, add the aji amarillo paste, oil and evaporated milk, crackers, farmer cheese and salt. Process until creamy.

Note: We used Mexican Cheese since we couldn’t find queso fresco at Walmart and added more saltine crackers to thicken it up a little.
– Traditionally this is served on boiled potatoes, but since we were serving to a large group, we put it on mashed potatoes. Enjoy however you want!

Recipe for Pastel de Tres Leches (Tres Leches Cake)

For the cake:

  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 9 eggs separated
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla

For the milk mixture:

  • 1 ounces can evaporated milk 12
  • 1 ounces can sweetened condensed milk 14
  • 1 cup half-and-half
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla

For the topping

  • 2 cups cream
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla
  • cinnamon

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Generously grease two 8×8 non-stick square pans or one 9×13 pan.
  3. In a medium bowl, mix together flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Set aside.
  4. In a mixing bowl, pour in egg whites and beat on medium-high speed until stiff peaks are formed.
  5. In another mixing bowl, pour in egg yolks and beat on medium-high speed until creamy and pale yellow, about 5 minutes. Add vanilla and mix until combined.
  6. Add egg yolks to egg whites, stirring gently so as to not deflate.
  7. Add flour mixture to the egg mixture folding in gently so as to not deflate.
  8. Pour batter into prepared cake pan and cook for 22-25 minutes, or until toothpick comes out clean.
  9. While the cake is in the oven, mix together the evaporated milk, sweetened condensed milk, half-and-half, and vanilla.
  10. Remove the cake from the oven and turn out the two pans onto separate trays with a rim. Cut off edges if desired.
  11. Using a fork, generously poke holes all over in the top of the cakes.
  12. Pour the three-milk mixture onto the HOT cakes, half on each cake, letting it soak in as you are pouring. Make sure to pour around the edges.
  13. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least two hours or until serve time.

To Serve:

  1. Beat the fresh whipping cream, sugar, and vanilla until very thick and spreadable.
  2. Spread the whipped cream onto the cake(s)and then sprinkle with cinnamon. Serve cold.

Note: We noticed in Peru that they pour coffee on their Tres Leches! If you haven’t tried it that way and are a coffee lover, we really suggest that you do!

 

Formal Training for Missionaries

Once we had both come to the point in deciding that we should consider becoming missionaries, we first sought our confirmation from those that knew us best. Rachel went to talk to the elder’s wife whom she affectionately calls “her Naomi”. This family is one that has shown us the true extent as to what unending love can mean. They have 15 kids, three of which are biological. They have adopted and loved for so many children through the years that there must be a special place in heaven for people like them. He is about to retire in the next couple of years and their youngest are in the midst of middle school!

What happened at this meeting was about as affirming as you can get. Rachel and – let’s just call her Naomi – sat down in the study one day while she was over. This was incredibly odd as we hardly ever sat in this room. It must have been the seriousness in Rachel’s voice when she told Naomi that she had something she needed to talk to her about that triggered the more private setting. However, once the obligatory chit chat had been taken care of, Rachel told Naomi that we were seriously considering quitting our jobs to become full time missionaries to somewhere in Latin America. Several things happened almost simultaneously at this point. Naomi jumped to her feet, embraced Rachel, started crying, and told her that this what God meant for her to do with her life.

Further validation came shortly thereafter when we told the eldership in Michigan of our ambitions, and they told us that it only made too much sense. We had come into the congregation seeking ways to get involved and to teach. It would only seem right that this is how we would ever want to leave it. From that point on, we felt as though we knew we could do this if we really wanted to in spite of how crazy the idea may seem.

It was only short few moments after we had decided to completely alter our lives to become missionaries when we realized that we had absolutely no idea how to accomplish that. Could it be as simple as grabbing your bible and moving to an unknown world to read scripture to them? Something about that methodology seemed lacking.

Luckily, we are not the first to have ever embarked on this path. We would turn to what would end up as our future teammates for advice on how to get started. They outlined for us many things. How to make funding materials for potential sponsors, how to develop a budget, what places are best to target for locating to, and perhaps most importantly how to prepare for entering the mission field.

In fact, as Mitchel spoke to many other former missionaries he had know through the years from Brazil or Peru, the number one piece of advice was always, “Go find some training prior to departing.” We have been told that the average length of stay for a new missionary is less than a year now. So many are entering the field only to return shortly later to the States for one reason or another. Many studies seem to be backing it up.

Why do Missionary Care? by Dorris Schulz, Director for Missionary Care with Missions Resource Network.  “International business understands the importance of pre-departure training. In 1985 data suggested that somewhere between 20 and 50 percent of international relocations ended with premature return. In developing countries the failure rate was as high as 70 percent. Since 1985 pre-departure training of executives has increased considerably, reducing attrition rates. ” 

“Get on the Bus”: How do Missionaries and Other Expats Make International Transitions? by Dale Hawley, Associate Director for Missionary Care at Missions Resource Network. Come prepared. An international move is a major undertaking… [Missionaries] are not simply doing their job in a foreign location; they are immersing themselves in the culture in order to influence it. This calls for a different level of preparation. No amount of planning fully prepares someone for moving to a mission field, but training in cross cultural missions, learning as much as possible about the specific culture to which you are moving, and, to the degree possible, language preparation are all important factors contributing to an easier transition.”

One of the things we both fully agreed on was that if we were to do this, we wanted to be in it for the long haul. We did not want to put in so much work into an effort only to have it fail in less than a year. We wanted to make sure that to whatever extent we were able that we were prepared to move to our new home and profession.

The original church plant team that went to Cusco in 2009 utilized an organization named The Continent of Great Cities to facilitate their evaluation and training. The same group had been able to structure a program when the second wave of missionaries moved to Cusco in 2014. They suggested that we seek their guidance on how to prepare ourselves for this transition.

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Training can really be thought of as two unique separate sections. The first is the “evaluation” phase. This involves filling out an insanely long application (seriously one of the questions was an open free form of “Describe your spiritual auto-biography”) that took us 6 hours to complete, background checks via personal references, multiple personality profile tests, and a several day session with a clinical psychologist to see if we have the profiles, temperament, and character to be successful in the field. It may sound obvious, but the smallest things of making sure that potential missionaries are active already in the church, have good strong marriages, aren’t volatile, can easily adapt to change, and are willing to lay everything down for God often aren’t ever considered prior to sending off teams. The Evaluation Stage is meant to avert any potential land mines that could produce self inflicted wounds to a team once they relocate.

The second portion of our work with Great Cities was in what you could label as traditional “training”. This a more formal classroom setting in which missionaries learn about the history of the church in their target country, how to evangelize, the importance of discipleship, how to handle team dynamics and let each member play to their strengths, how to overcome conflict within a team, language training, what is culture shock and how to deal with it, and many other important topics.

Great Cities Missions ministry provides:

  • Missionary team recruiting
  • Carefully screened and approved missionaries
  • Team training that includes language preparation, team dynamics, and urban church planting strategy
  • On-the-field adjustment assistance
  • Ongoing care for missionary families
  • Counsel and assistance with re-entry issues

Normally, Great Cities trains teams that are forming first time church plants into a new target city. It is odd for them to do training for a second wave. We were the very first group to ever be trained by them as a third wave. Inasmuch our training had to be modified to accommodate what would be appropriate.

We were fortunate to be invited to join in portions of training with another group that is also preparing to depart to the mission field: the Sao Luis Team. The Dye, Gibbins, and Hill families from San Antonio, Texas, are heading to Sao Luis, Brazil to establish a Church there. They were in the beginning stages of their 3 month training with Great Cities Missions before moving internationally in December 2017, and were gracious enough to allow us to join in on a few of their classes! As we spent time with this team, we began to call them friends! We are prayerful that their efforts to move to Brazil are realized and are successful! Their website is above, if you would like to keep up with what God is doing in Brazil!

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The Sao Luis Team

There were two major sections to our time in San Antonio. The first was a seminar course called “Crucial Conversations”. This is a lesson series that one of the members at Northside church of Christ in San Antonio puts on for real world organizations for a living. The idea behind it is how do you encourage dialogue that is healthy when two parties have a strong difference of opinions, emotions are strong, and stakes are equally as high. During this course we got to learn and practice techniques to help others feel safe in communicating with us even if these situations are present.

The second portion of our training revolved much around cultural awareness and the culture shock to expect when you transition into a completely new environment. The stages of going from being settled and involved somewhere, to departing, to chaos, to re-settling, and finally to gaining some balance of being re-settled. Former missionaries told us how you will find yourself bouncing between each of the stages many times over during your first year of moving. We also learned what some of the typical cultural customs acted as agitators on Americans that moved into the culture. Through all of it though, we were given hope that as long as you prayed and persevered through the difficult stages of adjustment, you will come out better for it in the end.

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Training with the Sao Luis Team

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With Ron and Georgia Freidas

And that is where we are with our training at the moment. This Monday (August 7th), we bridge into a whole new realm of training. We start eight weeks of language immersion school here in Lima, Peru to jump start our ability to communicate with the locals. From there we will move to Cusco where we will continue private Spanish lessons for many more months to come. We will also have the opportunity to have Great Cities come down and facilitate some team based training with all the missionary couples working in Cusco.

It’s been a long journey to get to this point. I daresay we are far from finished, but the one thing we want everyone to know is that we are doing everything we can to make sure that the work in Cusco is not hindered in any way by us. We want this to be a long partnership with our supporters that doesn’t fail for any number of petty reasons Satan is sure to throw our way. Our chief desire is to get out the way and to let God work through us. We don’t want anyone to ever look at us and say, “See all the wonderful things Mitchel and Rachel did.” We only want them to see all of the wonderful things that Jesus did in our lives.

In Him,
Mitchel and Rachel Routh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The First Lasts in the U.S.

As we are preparing to head to the mission field of Cusco, Peru, we are experiencing many “lasts.” We know this process of finishing in the United States is only beginning and we are determined to finish well!

Last Event at Brighton Church of Christ (Peruvian Dinner):

For some reason the church at Brighton seemed convinced we wanted to throw our own going away party. When Mitchel got up to announce that we would be embarking on this journey nearly a year earlier (in Jan 2016), he did so in a flood of emotion. It is one thing to tell the people you love you are leaving them; it is another thing entirely to see their eyes looking back at you as you do it from the podium in the Worship hall. He was barely able to choke out the words that we would be moving to Cusco as soon as we were able. We were determined to leave on a much happier note with a Peruvian dinner for friends and family.

Now you may be asking yourself, “What is a Peruvian dinner?” And to do so would mark you as a highly intelligent individual. This dinner was meant to expose those who love and support us to the culture, cuisine, and status of the work in Cusco. It was a meal of rotisserie chicken (Peruvians do it best) with Aji verde sauce, sliced boiled yellow potatoes with la Huancaina, chicken empanadas, salchipapas (hotdogs and french-fries), salad, chicha morada, Inca Kola, tres leches cake, and of course coffee! Through the course of the dinner we played trivia games about random facts on Peru, we shared our story on how we came to love the city of Cusco, and we cherished our last moments with those we had come to call family.

The dinner was a major success. Those that had never been able to hear why we had chosen to leave the states were able to get our story firsthand. Those that never knew where Peru was could now point to it on a South America map. We were able to record some final memories and get well wishes that will continue to help carry us through what is sure to be a hectic upcoming year.

Last day at General Motors:

It should be noted that this transition was never because we hated our lives in Michigan. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Mitchel’s job was one that little boys dream of. Who wouldn’t want to drive around in test vehicles on 4,000 acres of closed tracks trying to develop and make bullet proof the software in cars that are three or four years out from launch? It was actually one of the hardest things to give up when we made this decision, but some things are just so much more important…

It was hard for Mitchel to tell his boss of our plans. He had invested so much into the hybrid programs at GM, and his boss had gone out of his way to get Mitchel into the pathways that would lead to his “dream (engineering) job” of a lead calibrator of a control module. Fortunately his boss was also a very Godly man and told him, “I suppose some jobs we just can’t compete with.”

The last few weeks at GM were crazy busy. There was a replacement for Mitchel to train, last meals with co-workers to be had, transferring of files and rights to be accomplished, and a group send off picnic scheduled. They even made a trophy for Mitchel out of one of the contactors (the part he worked on in car) that had been broken. It was labeled to him as “Thanks for fixin’ the worst contactors and the best butts.” Mitchel had become renown for bringing in smoked Boston Butt from time to time.

While the work at GM was cool, it will be by far the relationships with his coworkers Mitchel will miss the most. There is just something about relying on your friends to make the car work and survive when it is -40 degrees in Kapuskasing or 127 in Death Valley that brings you close together. However, we knew that cars would continue to be developed with or without Mitchel. We knew that we would form close relationships no matter where we called home. We knew that if we did not move to Peru, then perhaps someone may never hear the good news.

Last day with our friends and family in Michigan:

While Mitchel was at work performing his exit interview with General Motors, Rachel was able to see her sweetest friend, Anna (who will be having her second son at the end of this month!!!) at one of their special places, the Sweet Afton Tea Room! We couldn’t think of a better way of saying “goodbye for now” than a tea party! (Note: Adam and her 2 year old son, Carter, are also going to be missed… I just didn’t grab a picture 🙂 )

After Mitchel was able to come home, now completely jobless, we were so blessed to spend a few hours with our second family in Michigan. There are no words to describe how much the Nall family means to us! They have walked with us side-by-side through the mountains and valleys of our trying to reach our goal of becoming full-time foreign missionaries! They will be so missed!

We are also going to miss our amazing Church family who support us emotionally, spiritually, financially in our mission effort, and physically (when we needed someone to come pull us out of a snow bank in the middle of winter! – cough, Duane, cough). And finally, we are going to miss Mitchel’s work friends, the Tennessee expats in Michigan, and Rachel’s Wednesday Bible Study ladies! Thank you so much for everything you have done with us and for us! We love you!!!

Last day in our house!!

It only took five total trips to get everything moved to Tennessee. Rachel’s dad came and “visited” us a few times with their family trailer, but eventually we decided to bite the bullet and rent a big Penske truck to make one last trip to Tennessee. Thanks to all of the church members in Michigan, Mitchel’s parents, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers-in-laws, Jacob and Amy England, Rachel’s parents, and Rachel’s sister that helped us get packed up and settled once again.

We have proven ourselves Millennials… We have moved back in with our parents! TEMPORARILY!!!!

In Him,
Mitchel and Rachel Routh

Raising Support

We are in an awesome and somewhat scary part of our lives. The time where we must come to total dependence on God and His Church. It was one thing to leave our parents’ homes for college and not have them in every moment of our lives. It was quite another for us to graduate college, get married, and learn how to do things like paying bills, plan out your meals for the week, or actually have a paycheck. In the years that followed, it seemed as though every action we made was to build up a safety net of security. We set up a 401k. We bought a house. We established roots and grew interconnected in our new home of Michigan.  Yet, now we have tasked ourselves with usurping all of that for what we know is a greater cause.

In this journey to become directly involved with the Great Commission, we have become needy. We need… support, finances, prayers, help. There is no possible way we could ever do this on our own.

Mission work is expensive and sending a family across the equator is not easy. For missions to work, the whole body of Christ has to work together. We have always known this, but God is giving us a new perspective.

14 How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? 15 And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”

Romans 10:14-15   (ESV)

We want to be an extension of all of those who are supporting us. We don’t just think of ourselves as “the Routh family who is going to Peru,” but rather “part of the Churches of Christ making an impact in Peru.” We like to think of ourselves as the feet of the Body.

As feet, we cannot just go where God is calling us without the combined effort of the Body.

When we ask for support, we are asking for a partnership. We know that God has given us all different talents and gifts, and He created it so not everyone has the same jobs. Some of us are called to go, and some of us are called to send. When we all work together, we can accomplish amazing things!

We are the feet in need of the Body to send us to South America.

Can you help us?

Please check out our Get Involved page or send us an email with any questions you may have! Thank you so much for considering a partnership with us!

Through Christ,

Mitchel and Rachel Routh