Wednesday, May 6, 2015
The little boy named Jose
Gracee congrats in your play!! Talmage congrats for scoring a good one in basketball with the singles ward!! Gabby congrats in your dance competition and Africa!! Dad congrats with your new calling!! Momma congrats for holding this ALL together and Africa and the microscope!!
Last Monday we taught a little boy named Jose. The missionaries have taught him all the lessons and he is 8 years old. He knows a lot about the gospel. He can't be baptized because his parents will not give him permision. We taught him the plan of salvation and that he need to be baptized to be able to go to the celestial kingdom. And he told us he wanted to be baptized... Well we were in the middle of the lesson when his mom walked through the gate really drunk with alcohol under her shirt and she went into the house. His dad is also an alcoholic. We all just fell silent and sadness entered in like a thickness. Neither my companion nor I said anything because we knew we would just start bawling if we tried to talk.
Somehow we got out our hymn books and started to sing Nearer my God to Thee. I was trying to remain happy but I just couldn't control myself and started to cry in the middle of the song along with my companion. We felt so much sadness for this little boy. Who is going to say family prayers with him? Who is going to teach him the things of God? The missionaries can try but it is not the same as a mother and a father in the home. Who is going to make sure that he gets to school and that he reads his scriptures? THat he gets to eat? Ay no. sigh.
I would like to talk to his parents and ask for their permission, because we haven't tried that yet. I think in the past other missionaries have when there were Elders here. I will keep you updated on him.
We went to teach Blanca again and we ended up teaching her whole family. 3 of them say that they are atheists. So I just testified to them that all things testify that there is a God. The other one was a pastor or something because he just wanted to Bible bash. And Blanca's husband was just beginning to drink. So we tried with our might and taught the restoration but in the end the pastor told us to leave because he had other things to do (like drink) .... ha we tried.
We have a temple trip with the ward on Friday to Tuxtla. Jaime the recent convert is coming! It will be his first time entering the temple. He wants to do the work for his parents who have both passed away. Jaime is really trying to do his best in the gospel. He lives his grandma who is always stoking the fridge up with alcohol. Jaime drank before but has completely stopped and the members have really taken him in- including a little crush he has on a girl in the ward. THat surely helps to get him to stay strong in the gospel.
Octavio never did get to enter the temple (but that was when I left Villaflores) He wanted to but he didn't go in for his recommendation. But Hermana Buendia and her companion (who is also named Hermana Cook) are working wiht him. I don't know where she is from, but she is in my place in Villaflores, and her name is Hermana Cook! Hermana Buendia is training her right now.
The first generation of Hermana's from the U.S. went home the 13th of April, 2015.
And for all of you who are wondering, my companion from Guatemala also believes that the Olmecs were the Jaredites... She is from the tribe of Manasses.
On mom's birthday there was a storm here like I have NEVER seen before. The rain was SO strong and the trees rocking to and fro, and the lightning lit up the WHOLE sky as if it were day time. IT WAS SO OOO COOL!! But us missionaries were the only ones in the street! That's what happens when the rains come, almost every day now.
I love you family,