Hello!
Good morning!
I
bet you have all been hearing about the natural disasters in Chile, probably
more than we have because missionaries only get news by word of mouth. Our
branch is collecting food for those who were affected by floods in the north. Our new convert was put in charge of organizing the donations on Sunday.
We brought a couple of unopened food items from our apartment. It wasn't a lot
but I heard Elder Holland's talk in my head, "She hath done what she could."
I love the church. And I loved that talk.
Yesterday
I gave a talk in church about the work of salvation, emphasizing the retention
of new converts. I remembered my last talk in Primer Crucero and feel so much
more comfortable now speaking in Spanish and putting together ideas.
Last
week I went to the dentist. His office looks like a scary laboratory from the
outside but inside it kind of felt like Grandma Joan's house. They have
paintings of flowers similar to Grandma's on the wall and there was choral
Christmas music playing. In English.
Tuesday
we woke up at 6:00 am to thunder and lightning. Hermana Santander had never
seen anything like it in her life and I only remember one or two thunder storms
that loud and that close. We unpacked our sweaters and boots and proselyted in
the rain. People were so nice to us. First a man on a bike pulled over and gave
me a giant jar of natural honey. I asked him his name but he rode off, "I
have a friend who was a missionary. Bye!" Hermana Santander was contacting
a woman who told us that she knew him and so he shouldn't startle us. Later we
saw him again and he gave Hermana Santander another jar of honey. This time we
got his name and address so we can visit him this week. We had forgotten our
umbrellas and a less active lent us two, and gave us a honeydew melon. Some
brand new investigators sent us off with a bag of walnuts. This was all in our
first two hours of proselyting.
I
have been translating for people recently. A sister asked me to
translate something on her new bread oven. It's in English but looks like it is
a poor translation from Chinese or something because even I don't understand
it. I haven't forgotten English have I? Tell me it's as bad as I think it is.
The grammar is horrible and some of the technical words are impossible for me
to translate. An 18 year old in our branch, had me translate the
information about BYU's Pathway program in Chile because she's thinking about
applying. That was fun because it was easier to translate and both Hermana
Santander and I were interested in what it said.
Friday
I had exchanges with Hermana Kingsbury, this time in my own sector. Hermana
Santander and I have been companions for so long that we decided to change up
the routine of the exchanges. Hermana Kingsbury is great at using the Easter
video the church produced to make contacts and help our less actives. The sister whose bread oven instructions I translated was outside as we were biking and invited us in to have some bread from the oven. I must have done a good job
because the bread turned out :) Inside her house, fixing her lights, was a man
I contacted before but had never taught. What a small world. We showed them the
Easter video and shared some scriptures.
We
also showed the video to a man we struggled to teach last week. He still doesn't listen and still is
confused. He doesn't believe in hell. He thinks that we suffer for our sins here
in this life and that we will all be saved. We have some anti-Christ-isms going
on in Llay Llay lately with a lot of people we talk to.
Something
I am learning on my mission is that the gospel blesses families. We helped a member weed her grass this week and it was nice to be able to talk to
her and get to know her better. She's worried about the youth in the ward and
her own teenage son. She is going to start doing family history with the youth
and their parents because there is a promise that they will have spiritual
protection. There are no young men's leaders here and mutual isn't functioning.
She understands she can't take over but she is doing what she can as a parent
to teach the gospel to her children and to help others in her sphere of reach
as the family history consultant.
We
tried to visit another woman we have been teaching and when she
wasn't home we waited to see if she would show up and talked to her son for a
good twenty minutes about movies and things he is interested in. This woman is a single mother fighting Satan and the world at the
same time as a custody battle for her son. The only thing scarier than being a
parent is being a single parent.
How
do parents do it? These two are not the only concerned parents we've talked to
recently. There are many with and without the gospel who are looking for help.
How are my parents doing it? Love. Humor. More love. A lot more humor.
We
introduced the Book of Mormon to a new investigator. She is very
excited to start reading it and understands the importance of seeking an
answer. I read Alma 37:6-7 with her and explained the context of the plates and
how they were preserved. I told her that beginning to read and pray may seem
like a small and simple thing but that it is a small decision that will change
her life. She mentioned that since the last lesson, she and her husband had
decided to pray together when her husband had something important come up at
work and that their prayer was answered. The gospel blesses families. We are
not sure if they will progress because they aren't actually married yet and
they haven't been available to let us teach lately but they are
wonderful.
We
taught a new convert about the temple endowment and showed her the video that the church
produced to explain temple clothes (although we could only find it in English
so I had to translate--more translation jobs for me this week). This woman is the
perfect convert and is ready to go to the temple but her husband is on a
different path. The gospel blesses families.
We
introduced a less active family, their three kids, and the
grandma, to family history. The parents have a goal to be sealed in the
temple and it seems that laziness or distractions are the only things that
impede them from going to church. I hoped that family history would excite them
and give them a vision of the temple blessings and I think it worked. During
the lesson I showed them my family history booklet and gave them blank copies
to start. They began telling family stories and even pulled a photo off the
wall. It's an old, framed, black and white photo depicting four German men with
mustaches, their ancestors. We explained where those people are and how they
are learning about the gospel but can't be baptized themselves. We imagined
what they would say if they could sit there in that room with us and speak to
us. I told them I imagine they would plead with them to do their vicarious
work. The gospel blesses families.
I
can't wait for General Conference and Easter this weekend! It is the best
weekend of the year! I have been reading and listening to October General
Conference continuously for six months and I feel like I know the apostles and
understand their messages better than before my mission. Even though I listened
in Spanish and didn't catch as much as I would in English at home, I have been
trying to learn as much as I can from their messages between conferences and
sometimes quotes, ideas, and stories come to my mind in lessons, conversations
with my companion, letters home, etc. It's a blessing I didn't expect to receive
on my mission and a habit I would like to keep and encourage all of you to
start. I am excited for this weekend but I am even more excited for next Monday
when I get to download the talks and start studying them continuously until
next October.
I
love you! Have a wonderful week and a happy Easter and the best Conference
weekend yet. It gets better every time, doesn't it. We're in the last days. It
has to.
Love,
Hermana
Eva VanCott
Kind
gestures and gifts we received while proselyting in the rain—a jar of natural honey and a honeydew melon!
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How
we heat our water. You have to light it with a match.
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A sister in our branch asked me to translate this. Basically I just had to take a picture of these oven instructions for Grandma Joan and her sister. |
After
the storm
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