Monday, July 28, 2014

Change, Trains, and (Rhys)

Hey hey hey hey, I want to tell you guys something. . . but that´l wait to the end.

First off, this past Sunday, (e.g. yesterday) Hno. Soto and Claudio recieved the Holy Ghost!!!!  Meaning that I can finally stop worrying about something going horribly wrong and having to do the baptismal service again. They were fairly warmly accepted into the branch and I´m proud to say that they are two of the coolest members of our little Rama Fontana.

       Something that I really realized through out the whole process (helping Claudio and Hno. Soto learn about the gospel and getting them through the whoel baptised-without-having-the-holy-ghost-thing) is that the people that we really need to be looking for are the people open to change. ready to change, expecting change, needing change, wanting change (all of this using the word change outside of the definition of currency, actual change). Change and progress is at the heart of everything in the gospel. The plan of Salvation, Repentance (especially repentance), and getting baptized/promising to do your best to live the commandments the rest of your LIVES (oops, that was on accident and looks a little appalling). A broken heart and a contrite spirit means ready and accepting of the Change that the Lord requires of you, and it´s not something that he requires of just the people we teach, but everyone involved. We as missionaries need to change the way that we teach to help them learn, change the way we teach, not the doctrine (duh). The Barrio o Rama that is going to accept and fellowship your investigator needs to be ready and accepting of the change that that´s going to make. I recently realized that before the mission, I was never a huge fan of change and I liked to be comfortable with the way things were, but things are going to come and go and we need to be ready for that.

       Speaking of change, last night we experienced a little change to our normal proselyting routine by helping a drunk man find his barrio and house again. Not what we expected to be doing, but when he asked us to helpo him, it seemed like the right thing to do, even after about a half hour. . . and a stop on the side of the road when the guy threw down his bike, announced that he had to pee, and did just that. we helped him cross the tracks just after the train sped by and eventually found his house with the help of a neighbour. Me and Elder Smith were laughing about the whole thing afterward, speculating on if we had actually just wasted time. Upon hitting the house of a part member family, the neighbours told us that they had gone to see the accident and weren{t at home while geturing to the train tracks where we saw police sirend and crowds of people. We found the family and also found out that the train had hit a fairly well known member of the barrio, cutting off his arm and apparently ony knocking him unconcious because he was still breathing. We were a little appalled by the huge number of people that just wanted to get a close look and by the police´s lack of power to keep the people back. Didn´t even occur to us until after we had ducked out that maybe we fetchin´ saved that drunk guys life!

       Well, that´s the thing that I wanted to tell you guys at the beginning to the email, we helped a drunk man home and almost witnessed another man get hit by a train. I´m out.

Elder Enright

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