Gerry & Julie Gutierrez' Update

Are You A Mama’s Boy?
This is one of the hardest Letter from me to you
Please bear with me

April 24, 2015

Matthew 20:20-28

A Mother’s Request
20 Then the mother of Zebedee’s sons came to Jesus with her sons and, kneeling down, asked a favor of him. 21 “What is it you want?” he asked. She said, “Grant that one of these two sons of mine may sit at your right and the other at your left in your kingdom.” 22 “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?” “We can,” they answered. 23 Jesus said to them, “You will indeed drink from my cup, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared by my Father.” 24 When the ten heard about this, they were indignant with the two brothers. 25 Jesus called them together and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. 26 Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, 27 and whoever wants to be first must be your slave—

Are you a mama’s boy?
Do you hide behind your mother’s skirt?

Jacob was one. He used his mother to deceive his father in order to steel his brother Esau’s blessing. So were the sons of Zebedee in our story who use their mother to gain status in Heaven. Joseph was also mama’s boy and was loved by his father more than their brothers.

Seekers of blessings will be blessed!
Blessings separate people from their brothers.
Beware of righteous indignation from your brother.
The inheritance of those who seek first the kingdom of God and it’s righteousness is blessings galore and suffering along with it,

Paul was blessed with salvation, and Jesus said, “He is my chosen servant to take my name before the gentiles and their kings and before the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name.”

      Service to God is an honor.
      Suffering is an add blessing.
      Suffering is the icing on the cake.
      Suffering is the flower of the grass.
      Suffering is your Christ-likeness.

The daily bread of Abraham, Moses, Jacob, David, Lot, Jeremiah, Joseph, Paul, and the sons of Zebedee was the suffering of the blessed that surfaces in the indignation and rejection from their brothers. Their rejection may be fair, as well as justified for trying to grab what should have been for all of them or none of them.

This communistic idea is rapidly erased at the scrutiny of the reason for the indignation of the other disciples. “In their heart of hearts they wanted the blessing just as much as the two sons of Zebedee but they did not have the Faith, courage or singleness of mind to pursue it.”

I find myself admiring and loving people and ministries outside of our denomination even though I disagree with their theology, but I refuse to feel indignant and take them as a challenge to strive for more.

One redeeming factor of these “blessing chasers” is that they were after the kingdom of God in them and through them, consciously or unconsciously. My grandmother prayed for my blessing all of her life. She would make sure to tell me of how “Chirimachu” who was a long white-bearded old man revered in our village would come and hold me in his arms like Simeon to Jesus and say blessings and prophecies about me and my future with God.

Later, when I was twelve, I remember a man with long hair and a long salt and pepper beard, “Antuco Barviere,” coming at sunset to my grandmother’s store and sitting on the large entrance steps warmed by the afternoon sun, he would tell my sister and me fascinating stories while he would drink, eat and share his soft drink and biscuits with us. But what I remember the most is he telling me that one-day I would go to Tokyo, Japan. Yeah, Japan!

I never met “Chirimachu” because I was just a baby, but I remember “Antuco” who was a strong older man, square jaw, broad shoulders and barrel-chested. He would split firewood all the day long in a steady pace, and at the end of the day he would go to a nearby stream and take his shirt off and expose his six-pack abs and gigantic biceps and triceps. It was worth watching his routine as I sat on a warm rock heated by the sun and touched my own biceps that were beginning to be as noticeable as a little bump.

I asked my Grandma about these two men, and she did not seem to know much about their origin or families, but she would say of “Antuco” is my adopted brother. “Antuco” worked for Grandpa as a hired man and was 30% deaf.

To make a long story short, I believe in blessings, and I take every opportunity I can to ask permission to the parents of little children and I place my hands and bless them in the name of Jesus with audible words that the mother may repeat to the ears of their children when they are old enough to understand. My grandfather made sure to put a map of the world poster about twelve feet high on the wall with Japan in the middle of the picture and a red circle the size of a melon over Tokyo with big bold letters on top that read: “Objective Tokyo.” Next to it was a poster of General McArthur in uniform. Well, I have been several times to Japan.

Now I have three friends in prominent places in Japan that our Lord is using in the most unusual way. One of them I met in Washington over twenty years ago thanks to a mutual friends. The other one is a venerable man part of the diplomatic community in Tokyo. Both were in politics and have held office in the highest position in that land. The third is a young (Tora) Lion in Osaka. I love these men because of their love of Jesus and their commitment to lift Jesus with all of their hearts.

They have hundreds of small groups through out Japan around the name of Jesus. They are powerful, humble, and wise men who take Jesus at His Word. They are the only ones who asked me if I would give them permission to translate to Japanese my writings on how to change the world through the power of faith, prayer, and the reliance on the Word of God alone by pursuing the ever prevailing will of God and keeping self in alignment with God.

These wonderful men pray for my family and me and honor me by taking the Gospel to my Peruvian Ambassador in Tokyo and reporting to him of my visit to Japan and our common bonds in Jesus. Needless to say, my Ambassador is now part of His prayer breakfast group.

I did not plan to write this story, but now I am retired and utterly alone. I am not afraid to embarrass anyone or offend my supporters with what I share or refrain from sharing.

By the way, you have stopped your support to me since August of last year. I do not remember ever asking you personally for support. The joy of my ministry has been to always see the hand of the Lord working in you to will and to do what you so faithfully did for almost forty years. I like it that way, and I am right where God wants me to be. Thank you again for paying me to be good for so many years. Now that I am retired, I am good for nothing and I love it. Like David, I am not going to give to the Lord that which does not cost me anything.

But I must confess that I miss and love the ministry in Peru and the fellowship working together with you and visiting you and reporting. Our Lord has brought me with strong hands out of Peru by breaking Ruthie’s leg and calling her home and removing MTW and other agency for sending me back to Peru. Know this: I am where I am by the will of God. I want nothing more than the will of God for my life. I am like a man without an option. I am convinced that personal options and the Lordship of Jesus are mutually exclusive. There cannot be two wills or options in my oneness with Jesus.

      Jesus is my only option.
      I want His will only.
      I want no other option.

Even though I have wept much in the last four years, my sufferings and cries have been multiplied in the last two years.
-     Do I regret my decision to marry?
-     No! I had no option but to do what I did and would not change it for the world; the gift of God that is mine in loneliness and close fellowship of His suffering for obeying Him.

Let me stop beating around the bush and share with you that what I fear has happened to me again. It is one thing to lose one’s wife to death, but it is different thing to lose one’s wife while she is still alive. I have been weighed, and I have been measured, and I have been found lacking! (According to Julie).

Like Paul who as a last resource appealed to Caesar, we two have appealed to God as the only one who can save our marriage. We stand separated since December 27, 2014 at the shadow of His mercy and love. Whether innocent or guilty, we stand in need of prayers as never before in our lives. Please pray to the Father with the mind of Jesus and in the power of the Holy Spirit and your love for us, that God’s will may prevail on us regardless of the consequences. Bear with me my beloved in the Lord. I found refuge in fellowship with God and writing the comforting thoughts with which I have been comforted. I have no option!!

Pray that I may hold on to what I have been entrusted from the beginning of my life and rejoice in His will to be done in me as it is done in the angels of heaven. Until we meet again, I will pursue relentlessly the blessing of God like Abraham, Jacob, Joseph, Moses, Job, Jeremiah, David, and Paul.
      Abraham, the “Friend of God”
      Jacob of whom God said, “I love Jacob but I hate Esau”
      Job – “My Righteous Servant Job”
      Moses, “the meekest man on earth”
      David, “a man after my own heart”
      John the Baptist, “greatest man born of women”
      John, the “disciple whom Jesus loved”
      Paul, “my chosen instrument”
      Gerry? “My boy.”

Don't be embarrassed of me. Please do not be indignant. I am just different because I am different. Bless me because I am your brother.
      This is my gift and my testimony:
      "I have Jesus in my heart!"

Papa’s boy,

Gerry Gutierrez

PS. Like David whose life was shaped by three girls: Micah, Abigail and Bathsheba, I too was shaped by three girls. The first one showed me my selfishness. The second one taught me to be selfless for forty years. The third has show me that forty years of "boot camp" did not qualified as I thought to serve and love according her expectations. One chose me, the next I chose her and the third God chose for me. One was from the world, the second attracted me from the world to Jesus but the last has chase me to the arms of Jesus.

I am going through the worse time in my life but at the same time I could not be in better fellowship with my God on this side of Heaven. May the will of God prevail for his glory. That is my prayer and that is my will, please agree and join me so we can see the hand of the Lord is always a prayer away to them who believe and take Jesus at his word. The Lord will hear us as we united care for each other and seek his glory alone.