Monday, August 25, 2014

6.4 (Kegan)

Well hello everyone!

This last week might possibly have been my last in Chamiza, and of course was my last as a trainer to Elder Marsh, no matter what happens in these next changes his training is officially over, we finished yesterday watching about an hour and 20 minutes of The District to finalize in what felt like a very relaxed movie hour.

The rest of this week has not been too relaxed.

I don´t believe I will be able to record events in order of occurrence, but I will tell you what I can, I will probably have to write in order of "importance"

Just two days ago, as we were seated in the chapel with our Ward mission leader, a 6.4 earthquake struck this area of Chile (They told me at least that it was 6.4) and in the middle of the meeting about a quarter part of the ceiling came down primarily upon our Mission leader, Hno Jorquera. (See second attached photo, don´t worry, we took it AFTER the real earthquake). We scrambled pretty quickly for the doorway and stood under it for just a few seconds as the earthquake finished.  A later assessment of the damage was good for a lot of photos and a good many jokes on the poor Young Women of our ward, who it didn´t look like would be able to use their room again for a good long time. (see first attached photo)

Earlier in the week we had been able to help our ward mission leader in a service project digging holes in his yard to fit in the supports for his future bathroom.

Due to consistent effort we were able to have about 20 people present at our English class/how to make a gringo pie workshop (The result is photo number 3)

I have actually not done a very good job keeping track of this week.  

One very cool story has to do with an investigator we found this week named Javier, we had a very basic first lesson during which we were able to get to know him and commit him to read and pray.  In the next lesson he affirmed to us that he HAD received an answer from the holy ghost and we were able to help him recognize that answer, It was a super spiritual moment AND i WAS SUPER HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO BE WITH eLDER mARSH FOR THAT OOOps, Caps lock, (I´m low on time so I´ll leave it)

It was a very dispersed email, however, thank you all for praying for me and all missionaries, 
and I 100 % loved the earthquake, it was super fun

Love Elder Enright

YW's room after the earthquake


PB pie from English class



 Elderes Allinson and Choque

Bishopric of Chamiza

 Familia Jorquera

  Familia Sid Roa




Of Apostles and Lemurs (Bayley)

​So on Saturday morning, Quentin L. Cook came to visit THE mission.
Yes, Quentin L. Cook like Quorum-of-the-12-Apostles Elder Cook.

Yes, THE mission like Texas Houston East Mission.

It was amazing.

He came here this past weekend to attend the Orange Stake Conference, so his main "purpose" here wasn't the missionary visit, we were more just like a bonus feature, and as such we didn't get to spend too long with him - just long enough for us to all shake his hand, for his wife to lead us in singing "Hark All Ye Nations," and for us to hear a few particular pieces of apostolic counsel, including "You are the message."  So often as missionaries we refer to "our message," being the message of the restoration of course, but Elder Cook was sure to make us realize that who WE are, how WE act, what WE say, how WE appear, is just as much the message as anything else.  And this is true for everyone, regardless of whether or not they have a missionary badge pinned on our shirt or painted on our hearts - we are the message, people.

Probably the most amazing experience with Elder Cook, however, was he pronounced an apostolic blessing upon us.  The spirit was so strong, and I have never seen a group of almost 200 missionaries so silent and reverent as we all hung onto his every word.  As he spoke those words, the knowledge that he is an apostle of the Lord was reaffirmed to me, and to realize that I had the opportunity to shake the hand of such a special witness of Jesus Christ was truly amazing.  What a blessing to know that God has given us such apostles and prophets today.

Also, on a funny note, in his comments, Elder Cook referenced his former conference talk, and said "as you may or not remember from my conference address" - haha!  Yeah, just a general conference talk. No big deal.

In regards to the work here in Humble (hope you read that 'ere in umble') this week was an interesting one.  We were dropped by every single one of our investigators.  Every one of them!  And were left looking at a blank dry erase board wondering what had happened.  And so we hit the streets.  We went a'knocking and a'street contacting and a'referral asking and just basically the whole shebang.  We got sunburned and thirsty and sweaty and smelly, and we said prayer after prayer after prayer.  We got sniffed by some guy when we knocked on his door (he said that he smelled sincerity at least, so that's good).  We got free cookies from our wonderful bishop's wife.  Sister Bolton got kissed by a three year old.  I got scratched by a lemur (a less active in another area where I was on exchanges has a pet lemur which they got from an exotic pet market - because apparently that's a real thing).

Sometimes that's what missionary work is about - aside from the lemur thing, that was a little wild - and sometimes it can be hard and sometimes it can be discouraging, but what matters is that the Lord said the field is white.  The Lord said it's ready to harvest.  And the Lord always keeps his promises.  And so regardless of the lack of results we may feel we see now - we know that they are going to come.  "Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come till heaven - but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ - THEY COME" (nothing like a Jeffrey R. Holland quote popping into your head to remind you that being a missionary is the greatest thing ever).

And though we still have a lot of work to do, we did see some miracles this week.  One family that we street contacted last week and then bugged like crazy (like missionaries do until you let us back in) finally let us in to teach them and we had an incredible lesson about Joseph Smith and the restoration of the gospel.  One kid whose door we knocked on (and who hasn't even heard a full lesson yet) came to church yesterday, and after church let out told us that he had really enjoyed himself, to his surprise, and less than 30 minutes after he left we received a phone call from a young woman who said she was friends with him, had heard about the church he had came to today, and wanted to learn more and come for herself.  If that's not an amazing tender mercy of the Lord, I don't know what is!

I hope yall have an AMAZING week.  Sister Bolton goes home on Saturday :( to go to BYU, and so I get to be half-hermana this weekend.  I consider it 1200% no okay that my time with Sister Bolton is being cut so short, but I am grateful for the time I had with her.

Love yall!

Sister Bayley Enright

    ​My mom and I at the Elder Cook conference

    A giant grasshopper we found that is roughly the size of my face

    The aforementioned guilty lemur

Fah, Tan Negro (Rhys)

Here in Argentina, "Fah" is what everyone usually says in place of "wow." "tan" means "so" as in "it`s so hot here right now," and you all know what negro means in spanish. and for some reason that´s the name of my area, Fontanegro, you´re welcome.

       The coolest thing that happened this week was the finding of our two coolest new investigators, so due to time constraints, that may very likely be the only story that I share.

       Their names are Silvia and Maria, Elder Smith and I contacted the house of Silvia and talked a little bit at the gate before she let us in and we started talking, soon enough, her sister that lives right next door came and sat down to talk as well. Silvia and Maria are both in their late 30s (por allí) and were baptized Catholic when they were born (Who wasn´t?), they also used to go to an Evangelical church, before being wildly thrown off by what eventually they noticed to be a preacher guy that was just ripping people off and taking their money. So now they are very very very against Evangelical churches, and at first had quite a few questions about if they had to pay for the Book of Mormon, or at church, or us for teaching. I felt a little bit like I was a TV ad when I had to insist that it was "ffrrreeeeeEEEEE." They both kept marveling almost at the fact that Silvia let us in (that was the funny part, that Silvia was insisting the whole time that she always preferred to be fairly rude and "Echar afuera" the J-dubs or Evangelicals, lo que sea, and never let anyone pass to talk. They both decided that it was due to something "different" about us (besides being two good-looking gringos in sharp attire) and I wasn´t going to be the one to deny that we have the Holy Ghost on our side to make that difference. 
       The best part is the real interest that they have in the Book of Mormon, even Silvia, who has a hard time reading sometimes, will read and re-read a passage of the Book of Mormon to understand what it says. 

       Other than that, the best thing that happened was a five man (missionary, missionary, missionary, ex-missionary/consejero de rama, missionary) choir-ish thing that took place last night after the clean up of a branch activity (good attendance, considering the expectations). Brother Gutierez and us missionaries just kept flipping through the hymn books and sang whatever we liked for a good half hour, much to the entertainment of Hna. Gutierez. We weren`t great (except for Sufia, who CAN sing, fetchin´ New Zealanders), but it was a lot of fun.

Thanks for all the emails and considering that Transfers are two days away, I´lll let y`all know next week where I`m at.

Elder ENright

Monday, August 18, 2014

No Subject (Kegan)

Another week in Chamiza with Elder Marsh and we have happily (and a little less so) moved away from the months of freezing cold weather,however the change was made rapidly from such cold to such scalding heat. We were promised that the irregular heat of yesterday was indeed irregular, and I sure as heck hope it is that way, sweat doesn´t exactly make a suit smell GOOD, afterall.  The weather here in Chile, in spite of what many people try to tell me, seems to be a fair bit unpredictable.

My time is in reality running very short here in the mission, and I feel it slipping through my fingers every day. This is something My Companion, Elder Marsh(mallow) speaks very freely about, if not only to spite me. He is actually coming to meet the end of his training months on the mish, bummer really, his favorite part about morning studies are the videos and those tend to be primarily part of studies between Jedi Master and Padawan. Más allá que eso, no hay mucho de eso.

We have been using our time outdoors this week to really try and put a dent in the fences and doors we end up knocking.  A planned visit to a future investigator turned from disappointing to hilarious when the obviously uninterested future investigator led us to the second part of her house where her very old (and less active) mother in law lives.  Her mother in law welcomed us warmly and upon seeing my companion exclaimed happily, "Are you the Elder who´s going to be a Dad ?"

She was hard to understand so my comp had no Idea what she was saying until I could later translate when she closed the door and sat down.  She described to us several times that she has trouble remembering much. Yup, our future investigator had trapped us in the basement with her crazy mother in law.  But it was hilarious, because she wasn´t content asking once which Elder was going to be the Dad (Disclaimer:  I believe she was asking us because there is a returned missionary in our ward who is the first counselor and it appears that he is the "Elder" who is going to be a Dad)  The visit got weirder and weirder with sudden prayers given by the beloved sister, and she absolutely loved to repeat every word my comp read,  It was weird that neither her nor the hno that accompanied us ever said anything about the 7 minutes me and my comp spent laughing our butts off at the oddity of the situation.

Later today we are going to play futbol with the youth here in Chamiza, they have been excitedly reminding us all week. 

I am also out of time, but I still do thank you all for your responses and support.

Love ELder Enright

Banana Day (Bayley)

So yesterday in church there were exactly four shout outs to Colorado - including one over the pulpit by the Stake President who recently returned from Castle Rock.  So points to my home.  Not to mention everybody here is either returning from or going to Colorado within the next few weeks.  Except for me.  So that's nice.

But anyways.

We had a baptism this last week!

Ron is seriously one of the greatest people ever.  He's been taught by the sisters for a little while now and has the strongest testimony of like anyone EVER, but he hasn't been able to get baptized due to some circumstances that would require him to either wait several months to be baptized or move out (which for a lot of reasons just wouldn't work).  And so when I got here, Sister Bolton and I decided that we might as well set a long term date with him that he can work towards, and so we set December 6th with him and have just been steadily keeping him preparing for that date by coming to church and reading the Book of Mormon and all that good stuff.  Well anyways, last week we get a text from his fiancee, Trudy (who is a member and possibly the most hilarious person ever) to call her, and when we did she told us that Ron has decided he needs to be baptized now and is figuring things out to move out and can he be baptized next weekend.

So yeah.  That phone call happened.  And I totally didn't wreck the car when this happened, even though I did sort of slam on the brakes kinda hard because it's not every day you get a phone call that is just the answer to so many prayers all of the sudden. 

So we went by and talked with them and made sure everything was taken care of so that Ron could be baptized, and set a date for Friday - as in this past Friday.  And then we kind of went into frantic-missionary mode to make it happen (since this baptism happened to coincide in the week that we didn't have a ward mission leader, who is the one who usually arranges the baptismal service) but by the time Friday night arrived, the only things that didn't go quite according to plan were 1) the musical number not showing up, and so Sister Bolton and I having to perform an impromptu musical number, meaning that my cover is totally shot and everyone knows I can play the piano now. Curses. 2) the water accidentally almost boiling Ron and Elder McCollum, who baptized him.  Oops. And 3) not having someone to conduct, and so putting poor Brother Hillyer on the spot to do it without any notice.  Which I feel bad about, because it turns out he had never conducted a meeting before in his life - but he did really awesome, and then I think our having to do a musical number on the spot put his having-to-conduct-a-meeting on the spot into perspective.

But the best part of the baptism was that Ron shared his testimony.  And by "shared his testimony" I mean he written it all out all professionally and shared it after his baptism.  In it, he expressed how he felt when he first heard the Joseph Smith story, and that he wanted those feelings to stay with him forever, and had felt them every time he went to church and read, and that he knew now that those feelings were from the Holy Ghost, and that this was what God wanted for him.  It was so incredible to me how much that simple testimony brought the Spirit so strongly to the room, and how much we could see in Ron the change that came over him as he took upon him that covenant with his Heavenly Father, to serve him faithfully for the rest of his life.  Yesterday he received the Gift of the Holy Ghost, and shared with Sister Bolton and I how he and Trudy are preparing now to be able to go to the temple and be sealed.  I continue to be positively FLOORED each time I realize how God is giving me this opportunity to help one of his sons or daughters not only be baptized, and not only come to church, but form an eternal family, and make eternal covenants to bring them home to Him.

And, something that Sister Bolton and I have really learned this week, is how much God is preparing people, and sending us out to gather in the prepared.  In fact, let me tell yall a story about bananas that I promise will have something to do with this whole thing.  So I love bananas.  And something I learned a while back was that each bunch of bananas has that one day where the bananas are just PERFECT to eat.  The day before they are still a little too hard, and the day after they are just a little too ripe, but on THAT DAY they are perfect.  And so of course that day is Banana Day, a day that is celebrated often and on a different day with each bunch of bananas, (and a day that often comes way too soon here in Texas because apparently humidity ripens bananas like nobody's business.)  But anyways, in order for Banana Day to be appropriately enjoyed, we have to be ready - we have to be keeping an eye on the bananas, maybe even trying one a little ahead of time, so that we are prepared and ready when Banana Day comes.  Well, what I'm getting at here, with this truly horrible analogy that mostly just gave me an opportunity to write "banana" more times than I usually get to, is that the children of God all have their own Banana Days.  As missionaries and as members, we are told repeatedly in the scriptures that we are here to bring the gospel to those who will receive it - to those that have been prepared.  Because that is happening - God is preparing His children.  But sometimes, we get caught up focusing on some who just aren't prepared - people who we have to drag to a commitment or beg to just pray, who just show no desire to change.  At the beginning of my mission, it was really hard for me to accept the fact that sometimes we need to set those people aside, and give them more time, and focus our efforts on those who will receive us.  I guess I thought that if I stopped seeing them - that was it!  Their chances of eternal life were OVER!  Which really couldn't be farther from the truth.  I'm just not that important. See, sometimes, people just need a little longer to sit and ripen and be prepared before it is their Banana Day.  While others are right now having theirs - like LaVenia and Ron and Booney - and we just better be ready to bring that gospel to them, as God has been preparing them for for who knows how long!

So sometimes Sister Bolton and I will have someone drop us.  Sometimes we'll have like five or six people drop us (yup, it was one of those weeks) but in each instance we simply looked at each other and declared that it just wasn't Banana Day for those particular people, but that that day will yet come, and all that matters is that we are ready and prepared for whoever is on Banana Day right now - and this principle applies to everyone.  Thomas S. Monson said that "the opportunity to declare a truth may come when we least expect it.  Let us be prepared."  We have no idea who around us is about to have their own spiritual Banana Day, but my goodness, the last thing I would want is to miss such an opportunity.

I love yall so much.  Thanks for your testimonies, for your prayers, and for all your work in God's kingdom.
Sister Bayley Enright

​Ron's baptism! Me, Sis Barton, Trudy, Ron hiding in the back, and Sis Bolton

Our gent Tina from ARGENTINA (Rhys)

I saw that my two other missionarysiblings/sons of Mosiah (sons and daughter *cough cough* of Mosiah, disculpen) did their own little punny titles about Chile and Humble, so I did my best.

       Well, first thing that happened this week, Tuesday, was a Multi Zone Conference where all the zones from Resistencia got together to listen to our beloved President Franco. The training was basically what we had heard from our Zone leaders the week before, but the spiritual thoughts and sandwiches and presence of/from President Franco made it a cool conference. After wardws, I went on divisions with our Zone leader, Elder Exstrom. (see pic below)

         Sidenote. While at the Zone conference, I got to see some other friends form the mission again and received two letters, one from my family and another superbly awesome princess birthday card from my "Humble" Sister/Fellow Missionary. Thanks a ton, Bayley for the "Hermana Enright" tag. Some other missionaries were a bit skeptical about me having a sister tag, but most of them appreciated it. The question now is which Elder tag do you want? the classic-missionary-pocket-tag? Or the pin one (they don`t do magnet ones in SUD America, sorry, but it`s the equivalent of the magnet one down south)?

        Anyway, cool divisions, including tacos the night of the divisions (also in the pic. . . kind of). 

        Me and my comp fasted Saturday night and Sunday morning to start our "Fast list" of things that we`re going to "fast" from  that keep the Spirit away from us (e.g. the little things like talk about movies, sing songs from home, etc.). An idea that he had and we`re executing it toge
ther as a companionship to try and be more mission minded.

       Now that i`m here in front of the computer, can`t think of a lot that happened this week. . . kind of normal. So I guess that`s it. I`ll try to have some good stories next time.

Elder Enright

P.S. Elder Exstrom is an Elder that not only came out at the same time as I did, but also visa waited in vegas - even though it was a different Zone - so we had plenty to talk about during divisions. that kind of sounds sinister, I promise it`s not.

Divisions and tacos with Elder Exstrom.

That`s our flag that we one at the multi zone conference for being "El Compañerismo mas Gringo que el Apple Pie"

So yeah, we won for being white. . .

Monday, August 11, 2014

It's Not so Chilly in Chile (Kegan)

Yes I did

Yup, winter is ending here in Chile, it has, however, hardly been a winter.  Unless you count the week and a half we had of pure drizzling rain in June it has been pretty darn good weather for what supposedly was a Winter. Oh, well.

The winter months being left behind also meant for our Zone (even though yes, like I said, the winter months weren't THAT different) that we had to have an activity.  I included the photo we took as a zone after the Futbol matches last P-day,  The jerseys from the Chile selections that my comp has and mine from La U (Universidad de Chile) were both borrowed from Nico, yes we were being a little cheap.

My companion has happily been able to count "Dead Dog In The Street No. 2" off his "To See" list and we have spent a lot of time this week searching for less active families and for former investigators,  That part didn`t go too well.

Amid our search we were able to finally visit the Olivares Family again.  It has been about a month since the least less-active of the bunch left to study in the south and now that she has returned it seems as if yelling "Hola" outside their house DOES actually work. This time however we were able to get to know several more members of the family, there are after all 13 in total (11 kids!!!, some people are crazy) 

The highlight of the week was a highly spiritual and short lesson we had with our investigator, Hernan this past Friday.  Hno Jose was able to accompany us and actually did a whole lot of the teaching.  During the lesson Hernan opened up about the belief in God that since his childhood he seems to have lost, however, he is slowly accepting God back into his life.  As we read in 2 Nefi 28:30, God gives unto man line upon line, I have come to see this scripture from many different perspectives during the length of my mission.  I understand it in Hernan`s case to mean that with each amount of faith he is willing to newly put to trial, for example prayer, then God will give him the confidence and assurance he needs to take the next step towards sealing himself to his wife Catalina.  Even if these steps are small, they have all the significance in the world for him and his family.   It has been truly a blessing to be a part in the conversion of Hernan, and not only that but be more and more converted myself by the spirit I can feel teaching him.

It makes me understand the patience that God must have with all of us,

Well, I don`t have much time left, but just remember that I am PATIENTLY waiting all those packages and cookies I am sure are on their way.

Love Elder Enright

Before mentioned Zone activity.

Humbled in Humble (Bayley)

See what I did there?

There are many ways in which Humble has been humbling me (sorry but this pun is never going to get old).  For instance, last night at dinner I was told that I was fat by a little girl - so that was nice.  Thankfully my self esteem is not so fragile that a comment from a 3 year old was going to send me running from the room, but the worst part was that when her mom heard (actually her mom was the only one who heard at first - we didn't even know what the girl said until her mom loudly proclaimed that she could NOT call Sister Enright fat. Thanks, mom) she went and spanked the little girl in the other room and then came back and gave all her daughters a little lecture about how all girls were pretty and don't need to be the same size.  So that was awkward.  And then she was determined that the only reason I wasn't eating second and third helpings of everything was because of the recent revelation that I was fat, and so kept telling me not to listen to her daughter, that I was beautiful, and please keep eating more because obviously I need a lot of hot dogs.  So that was fun. 

But when I talk about being "humbled," I'm not just talking about having any smidgen of pride and self contentment crushed to a pulp by good honest Southerners and 3 year olds who don't mind telling you exactly what they think.  No, I'm referring more to the humbling experiences that come from seeing God's hand in His work.  The humility that is the realization of the reality of God and His mighty power, and the impossibility of this mission without His help and guidance.

For example.

Since I got to Humble, we've kinda been hurting for new people to teach.  So we've been praying and fasting and doing all we can to be obedient and diligent, trusting in the Lord that his promise that "the field is white" will be fulfilled.  So last week we contacted this guy outside of his house who told us that he actually has family who are members of our church, and that he has a Book of Mormon, and would love it if we came by to answer some questions he has.  So of course we went back, and he and his wife let us right in and started off the whole lesson with a question regarding baptisms for the dead.  Now generally, as missionaries, when someone brings that one up right off the bat we get a little tense and go into defense mode, prepared to pull out 1 Corinthians 15:29 and to explain that NO we do not dig up bodies.  But to our surprise, Ken (I forgot to mention his name is Ken, and his wife is Becky) was bringing it up for a very different reason than we generally get.  In fact, he loved the fact that our church practiced something that was very clearly in the Bible, though no other churches seemed to practice it, and he wanted to know if we could baptized some of his ancestors who have passed on.  


But wait it gets better.

Turns out, Ken and Becky went to the Houston temple open house.  They are Baptist, but don't agree with a large part of their church's teachings and practices, and believe in the Mormon beliefs of a living prophet, Christ's visit to the Americas, a lay ministry, no infant baptism, temples, the spirit world, "phases" of heaven, and what's more - they listen to Mormon Tabernacle Choir like every day.  Seriously, this is real life.

The moral of the story is this: God *is* preparing people.  They are all around us.  Really, what is left up to us is how willing we are to prove ourselves worthy of their care.

One last story.

So we have this investigator, Pete, who is an older guy who is just hilarious and only a little bit crazy.  We love him so much, and his prayers are the best.  For example, the other day he prayed and told God he was really trying to do what was right, and God better believe it, and then just yesterday we were talking about his baptism and asked him if he would pray to know if God wanted him to be baptized.  To which he responded, with a shrug, "sure, but I already know what he's gonna say. 'Yes you go get baptized, now be quiet.'"  Haha!  There are SO many things I love about my mission, but one of my favorites hands down has got to be meeting the people out here - getting to meet and love so many of God's children I didn't even know existed before.

Love yall!  
Sister Bayley Enright

P.S. This past week I went on exchanges with Sister Kaelin, who is positively adorable and wonderful and who blew my mind by telling me that she lives like two doors down from Sister Elaine S. Dalton (and of course their families are good friends) and she regularly sees President Monson at church, as well as Elder Richard G Scott on occasion, and also one time she played the piano and sang at a luncheon for the Apostles.  Oh and also her YW group had Q&A time with Elder Bednar.  SERIOUSLY.  I was kind of freaking out on her and so she promised me that I can come and visit her in UT and she'll take me to meet Sis Dalton and maybe shake the Prophet's hand.  No big deal. #utahproblems

Rule Changes (Rhys)

Basically I`m low on time, but due to a few drastic rule changes and the excitement that they caused throughout the mission, they merit the first place on interesting things that happened.

Soooooooo. . .. Remember how we got a new mish prez just a little while a go? Well, said mission Prez announced a few rule changes this last tuesday that we were all informed of on Wednesday and so I`ll let yàll know about them.

!. Four missionaries (siendo dos compañerismos) can eat together at the same Almuerzo , so we can all four go to the same member for lunch if the member so chooses to feed us all.

2. We can play SPORTS on P-day!!!!! before now, the rules allowed sportsish stuff, but just with your comp, and no futbol, and lots of other stuff too.

3. There are a few other ones that interest me way less than this second one that basically means that today our zone/district (we have a really small zone that is basically just a separate district) will be going to play something (do something) together, today being p-day and getting to do something means that today should be awesome.

Well, other than that, me and my  comp found lots of new people to teach this week, unfortunately not a lot of great stories or anyone who actually shows promise due to their lack of showing up to the second cita fija, that stinks.

One funny story. We met this one guy earlier in the week, who we thought was kind of. . . weird. We taught the lesson and he accepted the compromisos and as we left we just decided that he was weird and we`d deal with that. But as we walked away, about two cuadras from his house, got a text messsage that said, " Que lindo que son los dos" for those of you who don`t know Spanish, it was weird and meant that someone was hitting on two missionaries, doubly weird. Well the reason that he didn`t first spring to mind other than the obvious, is that the phone didn`t recognize the number, but soon afterwards, me di cuenta that we actually left our number behind, but forgot to get his, so it could actually be his number. We were trying to think of who else it could be (as missionaries, we leave our number with lots of people) we guessed that it had to be him, but we had no way of knowing until the second appointment. Well, next morning, got a text from the same number saying that he had to cancel the appointment and he actually confirmed that it was him, so case closed.

That`s all I got, sorry fam, but I have to go, I promise to write something just for you guys next week.

Love almost all of you (you know who you are)

Elder ENright

Monday, August 4, 2014

Agosto...what else would I call it? (Kegan)

Oigan Chorros!!!

Ok, I´ll keep trying on the whole starter up thingy,

This week Elder Marsh (o sea, Padawan Marshmallow) and I have gotten to know a whole lot of new people, whether they ended up accepting our message, letting us pass by their house, actually WERE at their house, or even shook our hands (rather than, of course, walk right on by) is another question.  Sin embargo, Elder Marsh and I find some good ways to make things fun, at least I tell myself that, it is however true as well.

This week we also got to mark off something on my companion´s progress chart. Earlier this week was the, and I quote, "First time {Elder Marsh} had seen a dead dog lying in the middle of the street" There´s one for the diary. 

A good story for this week would be our two encounters with Alejandro, the first was in the street during a "desperate talk to everyone hour" (contacts).  He was super friendly and we laughed a lot together in the only 5 minutes we were talking to one another.  To finalize we organized an appointment for Friday and extended a small commitment to visit Later that Friday we arrived about two minutes early and just as we were about to shout a greeting in Spanish outside of his house (That´s how tracting normally works here as well) anywhoo, he showed right on time just before we shouted and he promptly let us inside.  He is single, happy, single, christian (without professing any one Religious belief) and single (it seems he wants to get married soon because he literally brought up that point more times than I just did). The lesson ended up going a little bit too long because when somebody is really listening we seem to enjoy teaching as much as we can.  However, he committed himself to read, pray, and (should he receive an answer ) be Baptized immediately. Can´t wait to see the guy again.

In later news, a guy we practically carried home two weeks ago while he was in a strongly and stupored drunken state became a new investigator that same day, however it does not seem very promising that he will progress because we had to explain that we were actually MORMON missionaries after he had spent a few minutes listing off the religions he did not like, among which was the Mormon church which he didn´t feel too strongly about and which I represent.

Later today Our zone is going to have what I am hoping to be an absolutely amazing activity playing Futbol and Eating delicious food.

Of course this doesn´t mean us missionaries always eat delicious food, all of you who have it within your power to provide the missionaries with delicious food, please do so, the alternative isn´t too pretty, (Alma 60:35)

Love Elder Enright
 Good Night Mr. Bean

  Marshmallow after a service activity

 Intercambios con Elder Valencia (Everyone here calls him Bruno Mars)

 Hno Daza (this man is freaking hilarious, nuff said, LA U!!!)

 This is from the zone activity we did with the stake a while ago, we left and did contacts and taught with youth in mission prep ages

Considering Evidence (Bayley)

​So earlier this week we were having a discussion with one of our recent converts about that whole "enduring to the end" thing, and all about the changes he is making in his life.  And he asked us how we felt about clubs, to which we responded tactfully that what really mattered was about how he always needed to have the Spirit with him, and what he should ask was if the Spirit could go into the club with him - to which he responded "He can if he's got an ID."
And that's Humble for you.

I love it here.  The area has had a recent slew of solid convert baptisms - which means we have some wonderful recent converts to work with, but also a pretty dry teaching pool - which means we are busy working hard to fill it up!  So most of days consist largely of awkward street contacts, good ol' Texas heat, and then of course dinner every night - seriously, the members are so good about feeding us here, so props to all you people at home for keeping the missionaries fed there because I'm definitely seeing the direct correlation.

Earlier this week I got to go to Spanishland on exchanges with Hermana Williams - Sister Bolton and I have a whole zone of sisters to work with so we get to go on exchanges every week.  I love Spanishland exchanges, partially because I get to learn Spanish, partially because Spanish contacts are seriously the nicest people ever and even if they have 0 interest whatsoever in the restored gospel they will still give us food and water and say really nice Spanish things (at least I'm pretty sure they're really nice).  The highlight of the exchange may have been the pet cow we saw in a person's front yard lying behind the "Beware of Dog" sign.  True story.  I love Texas.

A major highlight of this week, however, was certainly having our little mini missionary with us - Sister Potter.  And yes, I did insist on saying her name in a Malfoy-voice all week long, though sometimes I preferred to introduce her in a more Snape-like manner: ""  Mini missions are brilliant - and this particular stake does them for a whole week basically.  We picked her up Tuesday evening and she stayed all the way till Sunday evening.  What an amazing opportunity for the youth to truly experience missionary life.  And we were so blessed to have her with us - she had such an incredible excitement about the work and was seriously the funniest person I've ever met.  At one point we were in a lesson with a couple of recent converts and the husband turned to her and was like "I'm sure you've gotten this before, but you remind me a lot of Rebel Wilson" (that may or may not be the right name - mission veil is a real thing) and his wife was like "Who is that?" and he goes "You know, Fat Amy" to which his mortified wife responded "DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST CALL OUR GUEST FAT AMY?" And in trying to cover it up, the husband turned to Sister Potter and was like "I'm so sorry - I didn't mean that.  And your name isn't Amy, is it?" and she responded "No, and it's not 'Fat' either."  Haha!  It was so funny.  We will certainly miss her here, and know that when the time comes she is going to be such an incredible missionary.

Another highlight of this week was the opportunity I had to return to Pasadena to see CeCe get baptized!  It was so amazing to get to go back and to see her finally enter the waters of baptism.  She has been through a lot to get there, and when she finally was baptized she started crying and, in bearing her testimony after the baptism, told us that there is no was to describe the most wonderful feeling she had coming out of the water.  That, my friend, is the Spirit, and to see people feeling it and recognizing it is truly one of the greatest joys of the mission.  Returning to Pasadena was wonderful too - something my mission has done to me is really just break my heart up into little pieces and leave it scattered around - in Colorado, in Lake Charles, in Pasadena, and now certainly here in Humble.  These places where I have served have become sacred ground to me, and I know that they will forever be, in some way, my home.

Last thing.  One thing I've recently become a bit obsessed with is the notion of "absolute faith" - the kind of faith that is such complete and utter trust in God and in His power that He cannot withhold any miracles or any blessings from you.  The kind of faith that enabled the brother of Jared to see the finger of God, the kind of faith that enabled Nephi to build a boat, the kind of faith that enabled Joseph Smith to be visited by Our Father and Savior, the kind of faith that moves mountains.  How can one possibly develop such faith?  In his talk "Every Missionary Can Baptize," Elder Featherstone discusses how important it is that we take an accounting of the EVIDENCES God has given us - evidence that He is real, evidence that he works miracles.  And when we remember all these evidences and keep them in mind always - our faith is strengthened by our gratitude and acknowledgement of the hand of God.  

So, obviously, I've been thinking about evidences.  And there have been plenty of evidences that I've seen on my mission - Rhoda, Anabelle, Kristy, Eva, Sis Paris, Mary, LaVenia, and CeCe, to name just a few - but I've come to realize that God has shown me evidence long before my mission.  He gave me my family.  He allowed me to grow up in the gospel.  He gave me the friends I have.  He gave me righteous influences.  He gave us all the Book of Mormon, he gave us all the sacrament, the beauties of the earth, he gave us such evidences down to the smallest things like strawberries and sunsets and Colorado mountains.  And what is the purpose of each of these evidences?  Every one, I believe, is evidence of a loving Heavenly Father, and evidence of the Plan of Salvation.  And as we consider the evidence we've been given - as we internalize the evidence and come to realize that those around us and even ourselves are evidence of His perfect knowledge and capacity - *that* is how we can truly begin to develop absolute faith and trust in the person who gave us EVERYTHING to help *us* do all as well.

Love yall,
Sister Bayley Enright

 ​Our mini missionary - Sis Potter, then me and Sis Bolton. vunderful people.

 ​CeCe got baptized!!!

​Me n' Hermana Williams on exchanges

Hey, just realized I never finished the subject for my last Email. . . (Rhys)

Guess that means I have a subject for this Email.

       This´ll have to be short due to time constraints and actually the thingamajig-fact-thingy that not a lot happened this week, just two things in particular that I want to talk about.

       The first is divisions. Early in the week, I went on divisions with one of our zone leaders (Elder Ovard). While on said divisions, it was about 8:00 and our plans had fallen through (not fun, especially at this hour), so we just decided to contact with the remaining time. At the first house that we clapped, salió un hombre and immediately let us in, greeting us and everything. He got us chairs told his kids to come meet us and introduce themselves and also asked if we wanted water. Before we could say yes or no, he decided that water wasn´t enough and sent his kids to buy soda (Even though had he asked if I wanted soda, I probably woulda' said no, not a fan, especially cause if you think that they carbonate soda in the states, you know nothing, it´s like straight up flavored gas here and hurts my stomach). Basically, Elias lives with his wife and two sons and his wife (turns out) got baptized years ago but right now they go to an Evangelical church, but probably the most carily perfect, candid camera-ish first lesson experience ever. They laughed at almost everything we said, light and hearty and whatever other cheesey tv family cliches you can think of, that´s them. They accepted the message super well, the only problem being that they´re quite committed to their church, but their intentions are true and clear and so we´ll just keep praying for them and after our lesson tonight see what goes down.

       Second, really cool stake activity involving missionaries going on splits for only about an hour with youth that are preparing to go on a mission. Basically we helped our zone leaders out in their area and ward (they get a fetchin´ward!!!) and lost almost a whole day due to travel, but it was way worth it and anyone at home now preparing for a mission, this would be a neat suggestion for a youth activity, forget suggestion, it´s a cool activity.

Well, that´s about it, here´s a photo I should have sent a little while ago of my birthday DeLorean. My twin may have gotten a package, but I doubt he got a DeLorean.

Elder Enright

Find the TMNT cup picture (for lunch I made bread early in the morning and saved it, during lunch, we chopped it all up and made french toast sticks, and I made syrup to dip it in, unfortunately it was all vanilla syrup, Maple doesn´t exist here.. . . . . That last part made me cry.)