My name is Mitchell and I am a missionary in the Yucatan Peninsula. Chetumal, Quintana Roo to be more precise. I live in the southern most tip of Mexico where the borders of Belize and Guatemala are within a stones throw. I have been serving our Saviour here with my wife Elizabeth and our 2 children, Richard, 16 years old and Genoveve our daughter who recently turned 10. I pastor the Calvary Baptist Church of Chetumal which we began in our living room in September of 2002. We officially organized our church in February of 2003.
What began as a weekly Bible study has grown by God’s grace to a ministry where 150 people regularly gather to worship the Lord. Calvary Baptist offers 14 ministries to serve in or to be ministered by. Weekly street evangelism, door to door soul winning and a strong Missions emphasis make our church a fervent, friendly, family oriented church where everyone is welcome.
I was called to preach while a member of the Open Door Baptist Church in Lynnwood, WA pastored by Ken Blue. For some 9 years my wife and I served the Lord and grew in the grace of God ministering to others. I graduated from the Bible Institute in 1998 after 4 years of studies. My pastor had invited me on 3 occasions to accompany him on mission trips to India and Korea. The Lord used those opportunities to really convince me of the great need for workers. In 1998 on a trip to Mexico with our youth department, my wife and I both heard the Macedonian call. Less than one year later we were on the field. We lived in a very small village for 2 years learning the language and the culture of the Mayan descendants who are located in the area where we serve.
I am privileged to be a small part of the ministry that God has called Earl Wafford to. Here on Bible Answers I have met many other believers of like faith, been challenged by genuine Bible study and warmed by the evident love for God’s word by his children on this site. I encourage you to read the wealth of information on the read only section of this web site. I invite you to participate with a question or a personal Bible study that the Lord has blessed you with on our Open Forum. We would love to hear from you and get to know you.
Please pray for us in Mexico and for this ministry on the web to grow while it reaches lost souls for Christ and edifies the brethren by sound doctrine.
Thank you and may God richly bless you,
Pastor Mitchell Muller
Chetumal, Q. Roo- Mexico
Phone — 011 52 983 833 2551
Support Money can be sent to:
Missionary to Mexico
Open Door Baptist Church
17014 44th Ave West
Testimony of Mitchell Muller
I was seven years old and my dad is in the navy on the U.S.S Ranger and we got to go to Bremerton, WA for the summer while they fix the ship at the Naval Shipyard. We got a house in Bainbridge Island and while we were there, someone invited me to a Sunday School. I vaguely remember raising my hand, during an invitation, and an elderly lady talking to me. I clearly remember my mom telling me later that I wouldn’t be going back «there» because «they were a bunch of kooks.» I still have the Bible (KJB) where the elderly lady had written, Romans 10:9-13. She also put: «Mitchell Muller, born again, June 21st.» It is now, of course, a precious jewel to me.
Romans 10:9-13 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed. For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
Seven years later, I was 14 years old and living in Lakeside, CA. I was what all school authorities call «Big Trouble.» Some guy visits the Juvey (Youth Detention Center) and I go to listen. A month later he is working my neighborhood, he sees me and I have no where to run. I listen again and I really don’t remember if I made a «decision» for Christ. I sort of recall repeating something he said would take me to heaven when I die.
Seven years later I was 21 and had been locked up for just about all of those years from the time I was 14. I spent a considerable amount of time being a ward of the court. Most of my juvenile years were spent in the California Youth Authority. Now, I am in a work camp in the foot hills of San Diego, a place called Morena Lake Fire Camp. In comes Rick, he lived 2 doors up from me most of my life. His sisters hung out, like me getting in trouble, doping, and tripping, stealing, bad seeds like me. “Is that you Mitchell?” Yeah, it’s me. How ya been Rick?
fidgeting with nothing really to say.
«Why don’t ya come to the Bible Study?» …Well, I go and I’m bored and I leave early …rude of me as usual.
The next seven years come as I live out the truth of being a child of wrath. I get into drugs, big time, first selling, and then manufacturing the white powder. Those seven years went by real fast. (I am not making up those sevens brethren. It really happened that way.)
I now have the «reputation» of being some one you don’t want to mess with. If you owe my boys any money, I’ll be by for your car, and yes friend, you will sign it over, or anything else that catches my eye. I am just simply mean.
I go over to my, now, sister-in-law’s house. (Then she was just my girlfriend’s sister)
She and Jon are listening to this guy on the radio. They say, hey Mitch, how are ya? What do you think of this guy on the radio? You’ve read the Bible haven’t you?
The truth was, I had, twice at least, more if you count the times I read the Living Bible and Good News for Modern Man. I read it a lot when I was locked up. I was like the fellow in Acts 8 who didn’t have a clue as to what he was reading; if only I had had someone like Philip.
Acts 8:26-39 And the angel of the Lord spake unto Philip, saying, Arise, and go toward the south unto the way that goeth down from Jerusalem unto Gaza, which is desert. And he arose and went: and, behold, a man of Ethiopia, an eunuch of great authority under Candace queen of the Ethiopians, who had the charge of all her treasure, and had come to Jerusalem for to worship, Was returning, and sitting in his chariot read Esaias the prophet. Then the Spirit said unto Philip, Go near, and join thyself to this chariot. And Philip ran thither to him, and heard him read the prophet Esaias, and said, Understandest thou what thou readest? And he said, How can I, except some man should guide me? And he desired Philip that he would come up and sit with him. The place of the scripture which he read was this, He was led as a sheep to the slaughter; and like a lamb dumb before his shearer, so opened he not his mouth: In his humiliation his judgment was taken away: and who shall declare his generation? for his life is taken from the earth. And the eunuch answered Philip, and said, I pray thee, of whom speaketh the prophet this? of himself, or of some other man? Then Philip opened his mouth, and began at the same scripture, and preached unto him Jesus. And as they went on their way, they came unto a certain water: and the eunuch said, See, here is water; what doth hinder me to be baptized? And Philip said, If thou believest with all thine heart, thou mayest. And he answered and said, I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God. And he commanded the chariot to stand still: and they went down both into the water, both Philip and the eunuch; and he baptized him. And when they were come up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord caught away Philip, that the eunuch saw him no more: and he went on his way rejoicing.
I spent a lot of time in lock-up, during the CYA years. I was even too mean for the line a lot of times. They would take my yard time for spite, I would go to the book rack and I really can’t say why, but I would grab a Bible. Probably because it would last longer than the other books and magazines. Yeah, I think that’s it. I liked the Old Testament, blood, war, sweat and tears. But Jesus? He made me feel uncomfortable, always talking about love, and kindness, peace.
“WHAT IS PEACE!!?” I would yell and hurl the book against the wall and it would lie there until I was sooo done with sleeping for hours, that I would start again. Reading it. Yes, I had read the Bible. More than once.
But if it’s not mixed with faith …it means nothing.
(Back to my future sister in law’s house) So is this guy for real Mitchell? (the guy on the radio) I didn’t have a clue, but I bluffed it through as usual. Harold Camping of Family Radio. I can hear some of you even now, but just let me finish first, O.K?
So that’s how I began listening to Family Radio. It was weird at first. I started in the morning with a Bible Study. Then I found out they had this call in program an «Open Forum.» I would listen to old Harold a lot and the next thing you know, he’s on my radio in the car. Next thing you know he’s got some of my «friends» looking at me sideways.
But like I said, I wasn’t just someone you would «run up» on.
I went to the ranch one night, where we did a lot of cooking, (term for meth lab) and I just turned him on.
Ever see the movies where a guy walks in and the WHOLE bar just STOPS! I saw it live that night. But again, no one messed with it, at first.
So I’m just listening and hearing a lot of things, not really putting it all together.
And along comes Tony, my wife’s brother. He’s been messing with those JW’s for about 6 months. He says basically, all I have to do is cut my hair and I can be a JW.
I don’t want to cut my hair.
I sent them packing. Didn’t matter to me what they were saying. But I did go to a service with him. The once a year night they partake of their version of the Lord’s Supper. Can you believe it?
They stand and sing some hymns. I stay seated. I like to make people feel uncomfortable, it’s my style. But the music is, how can I say, «off». I play a guitar, trained in music all through grade school on the trumpet, even took a summer school of music one year. I know a little something. It was, «off». The refrains were all wrong, the turn around. You may say that ain’t much. All I’m saying is that it made an impression on me.
They pass the wine. Real wine.
(Hmm….didn’t Harold just say that the Lord didn’t ever drink real wine, fermented? In fact didn’t he just go on and on with this real loooong boring spiel about biblical fermentation?)
And what’s this? Plaited hair?! Gold and fancy jewelry?! Everywhere I look, God’s Holy Spirit is snatching phrases of verses, and bringing them to my mind.
I didn’t know what was going on.
We get back home and Tony says, So what’d ya think Mitchell? Not much I tell him, thanks but I’m gonna keep looking. Blunt, to the point. As usual. His face sort of fell, but not much, seeing he knew me and all.
Next week a little short guy comes by the house handing out flyers and introduces himself as Pastor Les Baker. Squeaky clean. Wearing the casual look, a Nazarene fresh out of Point Loma University of the Nazarene (a respected institution I suppose).
Wanna come to our Inauguration Sunday this next Sunday?!! (emphasis on the !!) This guy is exuberant, upbeat, and he shines. He scares me. I better not say yea, in case he comes back. Besides, I got Harold right? What do I need this little square for?
Easy does it my motto.
We go. We actually like it. Liz and I.
Let me edit about 4 months of the story out here.
I’m going to the Lakeside Nazarene church; I am a notorious drug dealer. Known all over the East County of San Diego. I am no doubt being watched by the DEA (no paranoia, real deal). After church I smoke in the parking lot. (cigarettes) I go to an Ice Cream social with these guys and Liz and I for the first time forgot who we were. I forgot I was a messed up dope head and felt comfortable that we could just sit and like these people that seemed to be normal, but with a sense of something that I wish I had.
I’m headed for a breakdown. I can see it coming. I’m going to have to make a decision soon. This stuff just isn’t going to go away.
The ranch, is hectic, some friends went downtown. I was visited by some DEA, they know me by name. They say, «Don’t go anywhere too soon, we’ll be in touch».
This stuff just ain’t gonna go away.
I am really losing it now. I want so very much whatever «it» is that these Christians have (or seem to have), but the big leap, the giant step… I am worried that Christ won’t have me.
Too much Harold Camping, his foul Calvinism has had the opposite effect on me; I’m now convinced that I am predestined to hell.
I call little squeaky and shiny Les Baker. Maybe he can help.
I’m babbling on the phone, I probably don’t make much sense. (I’ve been up for about 10 days).
He says, «God loves you Mitchell».
At that moment, at that injunction, at that intersection, I knew it was true.
Whatever I may think of the Nazarene church today, little squeaky and shiny will forever have my gratitude. He didn’t know the book from beans, but he knew the One whom I had been looking for. I guess that’s all it takes many times. I saw «real» Christian love in those days, and God used it to speak to me.
Liz is in the hospital, giving birth to our son Rich (he just turned 14! man where does the time go?).
She has a c-section, it was a rough 18 hours for her, finally it’s over and they hand me this little blueish, cone headed boy (I thought, dear God! He ain’t right, what am I gonna do?!) My heart was racing, but he started turning kinda pinky as we walked down the hallway to the little room where they prick the heel and steal some blood. (did you get that? Genesis 3)
As I walked down that hallway, for the first time ever, I am convinced like I have never been before, of the existence of God Almighty. The life I hold in my hands is the proof text. I am sold.
But what happens in the next 48 hours, at home waiting for Liz to come is where the Holy Spirit and I «have it out».
I have been on a binge, I am in my living room, and I have shut out the world, my «friends», my curtains, the phone.
I am in the corner, and I’m scared. Scared? Yep, I’m terrified actually.
All the Calvinism, the threats of a hell forever, the obvious fact that I am a child of the devil, has made me to realize that since I have now acknowledged the existence of God.
I’m in big trouble. I’m going to probably die in the next few minutes and …. (I don’t even want to consider it).
I turned on Family Radio, maybe Harold can help me on this one. I had actually called the Open Forum more than once. He always seemed to be right.
Mark 14:35b … and he fell on the ground…
Harold was on that particular text that morning. (He had been on it for a couple of weeks). As Harold began to tell us how the sufferings of the Lord Jesus was so intense, so dreadful and horrible, that he began to sweat blood. The wrath of God was upon him, he is entering into his sufferings, paying for my sins even now…
I got saved that morning. I know I did. I asked Jesus to just stop toying with me and either cast me into the outer darkness or takes my life and uses it as he saw fit. I made a deal, I said I would live it as brightly as I could. I would shine for Him.
Now, I know that no one gets saved by «making a deal» with God. You must accept, by faith, what the Lord Jesus did for you on the cross. Sure, I know that.
But I cried unto the Lord in my trouble and afflictions and the Lord heard me. I asked him to save my soul.
I was 28 years old. My fourth visitation of the Lord.
I am a trophy of His grace, that’s all. I praise His name, I thank the Lord that He is not bound by the conventions of men, and he was free to use whatever He chose to reach out to me. A little squeaky faced man, a heretic, and most of all, «The Word of The Living God.»
Thank you Lord Jesus, for giving me life, true life that will last forever my prayer is that I will win souls for you and your glory.
May God bless His word!
«Assurredly gathering that the Lord had called us to preach the gospel unto them also …» Acts 16:10
Behold, a sower went forth to sow. Matthew 13.3
March through April is time to sow the seed if you’re a farmer. If you don’t sow, you won’t reap a harvest. Not only does common sense tell us that, the very words of the Lord tell us the same in 2 Cor. 9:6.
Our church has a theme every spring where we teach and preach and focus on getting the word of God out into the community. Our spring campaign has always been “Time to Sow”. Last year and the year before we used the month to hand out 10,000 gospel tracts in the month of March. Every Saturday we would get together and hand out about 2500 gospel tracts and by month’s end we were finished. This year we want to do something on a larger scale. Instead of going out on Saturdays, we are going to go out on one Saturday, the 25th of March and as a church hand out 20,000 gospels tracts in one afternoon.
Our church is a buzz with the excitement and we have formed 5 teams that each has been given an area of the city. What team finishes first will get a nice custom made T-shirt commemorating the day, and when we all get back to the church we will have a nice Family Day with food, fun and games.
Please pray for the word of God to have free reign in the hearts of those that receive the tracts.
In April we also gear up for what has become our annual “Big Day”. In Mexico there is a national holiday called “Kid’s Day” on the last day of April. It is actually a very big day for this country so we sort of go along for the ride taking advantage of the festive time that already exists. On the 23rd of April we will rent a large indoor basketball court with about 20 games set up for kids to win little prizes. There will be trampolines, ice cream, food, drinks, toys to win, piñatas to break open, candy to spare and over all a great opportunity to attract families to hear the saving gospel of Jesus Christ. Last year we planned and prayed for a goal of 250 to come. The Lord sent just about 400. This year we are praying for 600, and only the Lord knows how many he will send. Please pray for this very special day at Iglesia Bautista Calvario to preach the gospel to hundreds of folks at one time.
On a more personal note we are asking for prayer in some specific areas.
First off, our health, more directly, the health of our son Richard. He has been battling one infection after another. His throat, then his ears, then his stomach and again the ear infection returned, now (today) he is home from school with a stomach virus. For the past month it seems that his health has been very poor. I as well have had a bout with a throat infection and some severe stomach pains. Liz has had recurrences with her ears causing dizzy spells, and a stomach flu. Genny has been fine praise the Lord.
Our vehicles are in need of prayer. Both of our vans are running poorly and there is no money to repair them. Our micro bus had to go to the shop for a new crank and bearings, thank the Lord for our generous members who gave sacrificially over and above their tithes and offerings to see this vehicle repaired.
We have more people than we can bring in the 3 vans we have. If anyone would like to help us buy another van please send whatever the Lord lays upon your heart to our sending church designating the funds for “Van”. We have an opportunity to purchase one already here for a good price. It is a 15 passenger, good running American made Ford and the asking price is $ 3,000, which we believe the owner would accept 2,200-2,500 if we had the money in hand.
Also please pray for our effort in the rural towns of Reforma and Alto de Sevillas where in January we held evangelistic campaigns with a doctor and some families from Washington. We have 2 teams of men who will be going there on Thursdays in the afternoons to begin a church planting effort from our church here in Chetumal. Pray that the Lord will raise up 2 more churches in this needy area.
Thank you so much, and may the Lord richly bless you.
The Muller Family in Mexico