**Originally posted on Manifold Musings of a Missionary Mom blog which has been moved here: A Pilgrim's Project My husband is very cool. He is a missionary. He knows Jesus. He LOVES to share. Micah is an evangelist. Every couple of months Micah rounds up several young guys to accompany him, they load up the Tuttle Trooper, and drive several miles out into the Andes mountains of Peru. We're talking about some pretty isolated places, while some places you can get to with a 4x4 vehicle, others you could only arrive at by donkey. Out there in these places he finds a regular sized group gathered of poor campesino people who want to know more about following Jesus. These gatherings are planned ahead of time to take place several times a year in different places. Many of them are the leaders of their small isolated churches, while others are just people who are hungry for more truth from God's Word. Once at the "conferences", they usually stay 2-3 days depending on how long it takes to get there. The sleeping arrangements are "roughing it" to say the least, and the food is quite simple. Sometimes they sleep on benches, other times on the dirt floor, or just outside. But every time Micah comes back, he is very encouraged by the men's response to what they've learned. What fun to see people excited to hear God's truth! This time around, Micah told us about the plates and plates of rice and lentils they gave him. Just when he managed to down one plate... they gave him another. Their feelings would be hurt if he turned them down, so on he trudged. Let me vouch for him here, it isn't that the food is bad, it is just SO plain. No meat, no sauce, no salt, no lime, no flavor. Just rice, just lentils. He is so brave! As usual, he was astounded at these campesino men. They are much smaller than he is, and yet they eat WAY more! Another interesting thing he told us was, while he was sitting next to one of the guys he took with him, his buddy found a scorpion in his stuff!! Yikes. The campesinos went on to tell him the scorpion's sting is about 5x worse than a severe bee-sting! Does not sound pleasant. After asking around, just about everyone who had come to the conference could attest to being stung by one of these scorpions. This news somewhat dissuaded my kids from wanting to go "next time". This is just a little bit of what my husband does as a missionary, for those of you who are interested. Amy PS- our website: www.thetuttletribe.blogspot.com