Her Sons

This week:

I had an interview with a fourteen year old girl that is member but they had lost her file in the church, which happens a bit, and so she had to be rebaptized.  What a sweet deal!   Free sin sweep. Get out of jail free card.  I tried to convince her to wait to until she was twenty because she probably hasn’t done anything in these tender 14 years; Just wait till you are in a Mexican high school...    (just kidding I didn´t really try to convince her to do that)     She was really mature but also a bit shy about being questioned by a twenty year old boy.  Interviews have been a fun part of these months.

We have had some real progress with several investigators. We had been waiting for between 13-20 in church yesterday but in the morning the messages started coming in of the sick stomachs and inability to leave the house, etc. . We went to pick up a family and an old man to take them. The old man had spoken to his Christian neighbors after we had left and they had convinced him that the Book of Mormon was false and he had promised that he would go to church with them. As we were talking to him the woman left the house and stated that they would pass by in a few minutes to take him with them.  The other family: the parents are less active members and feel nervous and guilty because of the way they live their lives. They had left early in the morning to go shopping and had left their kids to tell us.  But we still had 6 solid investigators show up and one stood up and bore her testimony to the relief society. 

We had transfers in the mish here last night. Luckily we didn´t, but we told one señora investigator that I might be heading out yesterday to say goodbye in case and she said that she was going to cry at that thought because she thinks of us as her sons. I have built a lot of friendships in this area and really will miss it when I take off. 

I was reading in the Book of Moses of his confrontation with Satan and his splitting question: -where is your glory?  He needed to be covered with glory to even see God and then was left exhausted. Satan was nothing after that and easily seen. I had read and heard the passage many times before but it had new meaning after my months here. The filth of Satan is everywhere. Every street corner presents magazines full of smut, foul language, and explicit songs. Sin is unashamed. You don’t have to look for it, it comes to you. You don’t need altered eyes to see it; you need to alter your eyes to not see it. That alteration often comes in the form of looking the ground while walking.  On the other hand I have had to spend hours and hours every day studying, praying, analyzing and serving to have even a part of the glory of God brought to me so that I can really see what is His and what He wants. Without that light I will become complete blind, like many of the people that I try to serve every day. Blind to what really matters; blind to the spiritual architecture that is structured to make us happy and to the real needs of others including our own.

Me Tripping in Front of the Whole Zone

I just watched the Powell video. Out of all the families in the worlds, my family, as it turns out, just happens to be the best.

Love yáll 

catch ya next week