What a great mission I have.
The longer I am out here, the more a mission just feels like normal life. It is
definitely not uncomfortable anymore to explain to people about the things I love.
This week was beautiful. A less
active family that we have been working with got sealed in the temple on Friday.
The faithful wife was diagnosed with cancer about a month ago, and since then
the husband has done everything possible to change his priorities. Hermana Hale
and I got to go and see their sealing in the temple. As I was waiting in the
waiting room, I realized that the very next day, my dear Desi would be sealed,
and it was a really tender mercy of Heavenly Father to let me be in the temple
around the same time thinking of her. Yes we have to make sacrifices on our
missions, but not only does He give us an equal reward (other beautiful
experiences) to compensate, He gives us the joy of developing bigger hearts and
more capacity to love others and trust Him through these sacrifices. For that
reason, I am really excited to be away from home for the holidays.Saturday night was the ward thanksgiving dinner. I knew we would be eating a lot so I kind of tried to save my hunger throughout the day. The activity "started" at 7, which in Latino time means we got there at 7 and greeted everyone until 8 when the food was all ready. There was a huge turn out. We, as the missionaries, got asked to serve the food to everyone, and it was wonderful. All 200-300 people lined up and came down the table and I just got to ask "Pavo o pollo?" over and over. Of course, the answer was always an enthusiastic TODO! (turkey, chicken, and briscuit). I thought it would be hard, being starving, to stand there for another hour and just dole food out to other people, but I honestly forgot my hunger and had the best time. Truly, serving is the best way to be happy in this life. We never run out of things, time, or attention to give. The more we give, the purer our hearts become, and the more access we have to the power of Jesus Christ's Atonement which enables us to give even more. We were really excited about how many less actives came. especially, the one who works in the Taqueria and always gives us free tacos and aguas de pina. It was finally our chance to serve her. When she came through the line Hermana Hale asked her if she wanted beans. Looking at the bowls of mashed potatoes, corn, and gravy, she replied, "yes." But then exclaimed, "No. No today I do not want beans." hahahahahaha. (if you don't understand why that is funny it is probably because you have never served a Spanish speaking mission where you are served refried beans over and over no matter what time of day it is.)
We had another fantastic lesson
with our teenage investigator. He is reading the Book of Mormon and really likes it. I always
love watching people read and then seeing what their questions are. He said
that he feels the Mormon church is true, like he has never felt in any other
church before. He said he wants to be baptized to feel clean and do the right
thing, but since his mom isn't that supportive he would rather just wait until
he is 18. Hermana Hale and I had been inspired that morning during companion
study to practice teach for that exact situation. So we were very prepared when
we helped him understand the importance of time in this life (alma 34), how
precious these years can be in preparing to serve his own mission, and how
baptism is like the launch pad to spiritual growth and learning because it gives
us the companionship of the spirit which enlightens our minds. Now he is going
to pray over 3 baptismal dates and choose one, and also pray that his mom's heart
will be softened. The youth and leaders in our ward are incredible. They all
make sure he comes and feels welcome at every activity. His aunt has him over
all the time to answer questions and have FHE. I love our ward. They are the
missionaries and we are just the teachers. That is how it should be.
We had another lesson with
Jorge Ramos too. He hadn't found time to read the Book of Mormon, so we
explained the importance. He asked a ton of really deep questions, which the
Book of Mormon ANSWERS. It is just hard to get people to realize that all of
those deep questions in their soul can be resolved if they set aside time to
study. The spirit teaches them much better than we do, but a lot of times they
like to just wait until we come around again to ask us questions. We told him
we would study up on all of his questions but that he has to study as well.
Knowing that all of the answers to his questions about the plan of salvation
(ie: How can God watch us suffer? or I think God messed up when he created us
because he didn't plan for Satan to tempt us, so he had to cover it up be
providing a Savior) are completely and thoroughly revealed to us by the Book of
Mormon and Modern revelation is like having THE PERFECT Christmas present for
someone you love a lot, and waiting for them to open it. It can be really hard.
But I have definitely learned not to try to explain everything I know from
years of Sunday School and instead just instil in them a the ability to pray
and receive answers and a willingness to study the Book of Mormon and believe
it is true so that they can be in charge of their own spiritual learning for
the rest of their lives. All the basic doctrines they need to know in order to
be baptized get taught or just dumped in their minds by the Spirit along the
way of their conversion, which is the real process we need to be focusing on.
The family who is investigating continues to be a delight. They finally
came to church again yesterday (after about a month of going to their sisters
church). We stopped by last night to talk about it. When we arrived, the daughter got
really excited and whispered something to her mom, who left to go out to
the car. When she came back she had a lunchbox FULL of nail polish and told us
they wanted to do our nails since once I commented that I liked her nails.
So as we sat there getting our nails done, we talked about church, how friendly
everyone was, what she thinks about baptism. The mom is hesitant because she was
already baptized, and believed it to be "In the name of Christ". We
explained again the Priesthood authority and Restoration of it, as well as the
need to receive the Gift of the Holy Ghost in order for baptism to be complete.
It was a big step for me to finally be able to speak out and say this to
someone, while looking them full on in the eye, and feeling not at all afraid
of hurting their feelings because I knew I said it completely out of love.
(Moroni 8:16) And she received it completely sincerely and earnestly. Just then the doorbell rang and about 7 cousins and distant relatives
poured into the room (not uncommon here). But a little progress was made. And
we left with shiny nails.
Our next visit was
to this little old couple. The husband has alzheimers and putters around,
mumbling to us in Spanish and it is such a delight to be able to understand his
Spanish mutterings. Yesterday he told me he was angry because he was just sure
he would have to work the next time we came by. I assured him we would never
visit unless he was there. His wife was busy decorating for Christmas so we
offered to help with the tree. The lights didn't work, so she asked us to take
them off. it was one of those fake trees where the lights come pre-strung and
clipped and made to STAY ON THE TREE FOREVER. So we set about with clippers and
basically just destroyed the lights and got them off any way we could. Our
manicures lasted about 5 minutes. Good thing neither of us even likes nail
polish. I was laughing to myself though because I'm sure if dad was there he
would have done something to the wire and just made the lights work. I love what kind of memories I will have from my mission. Standing
on a really rickety old stool, leaning over the top of this Christmas tree with pruning shears, cutting through wires, while listening to some sort of
harpsichord medieval Christmas music that I know I sung at Lone Peak, as
the sife made up her own Spanish lyrics and scurried around picking up the
clippings, and the husband walked to and fro across the living room talking about
Christmas and decorations and whether or not we were coming tomorrow when he
will most definitely have to work. It reminds me just a little of the movie
Arsenic and Old Lace. The best part though was that one of their renters heard
us singing Christmas carosl and came downstairs to talk. As he sat on the
stairs and watched us work, he commented on how hard of workers we are and he
could see church in our faces (I think he meant that in the best sense), we
found out he just got here from El Salvador and is looking for work and also a
church, and went to our church for about 4 months in El Salvador and would
probably like to be baptized. We
didn't get all of the work done before we had to go but we are going back
Tuesday to finish the job.
So that is what I am doing out
here. I love it a lot. I can't
believe how fast time is going. I am very excited to be with all of you again,
but I am really enjoying this brief time I have as a missionary. Keep on doing
all of the amazing things each of you are writing me about. Never let yourself
be convinced that what you are doing is unimportant.