A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
"...Commencing Countdown, Engines On"
Inspired Question of the week…NO, wait a second...first off, Happy Late Halloween! Hope you all enjoyed trick-or-treating with the kids and then suffering through Fast Sunday the next day (ha ha ha). In Nicaragua, no mystical events occurred on the 31st, but I had an abnormal amount of people ask me “Hermana Beatty, you’re from the United States, right? Why do you celebrate the day of witches? Do you pray and worship evil spirits or something?” Not having done my Halloween background research, but knowing that I definitely never participated in such nonsense; I simply responded “No we don’t do that stuff. Halloween was invited to have an excuse to give candy to kids.” Most of them accepted that answer with a pondering look and then asked me for candy. Oh silly Nicaraguans.
Ok, back to the inspired question of the week: When people say “Next Sunday” what do they really mean? Do they mean seven days from this Sunday? Do they really mean “the-next-Sunday-that-I-don’t-have-anything-to-do”? Are they trying to send us the message that the “next Sunday” really means never? I feel like we received that answer quite a bit yesterday while we were passing by for all the less-actives, recent converts, and investigators. With every “Next Sunday” that I heard, my desire to give them a spiritual ice-bath increased tenfold. I wanted to make them see that procrastinating the day of their repentance is a really bad habit to get into because one day real soon, there won’t be a “Next Sunday”. Christ will come and then we’ll be living in a time of eternal- Sunday’s, where we will pass the time listening to His teachings and obeying His commandments. I imagine that one of these “next Sunday” people, if they manage to survive all the interesting happenings of Christ’s coming, living in the Millennium will be rather uncomfortable for them if they have not learned how to put the Lord first, family second, and leave the rest. I think that they have yet to understand and feel the true rest that comes when we keep the Sabbath Day holy and use it as a day of worship to our God.
BUT, we managed to work a miracle yesterday with a new investigator we’re teaching. She’s the mom of our recent convert, Yamilett. Her name is Hilda, is 65 years-old, has a huge hernia and barely walks from her hammock to the bathroom. BUT SHE CAME TO CHURCH!!!! It was awesome to see her there, with her daughter and three grandkids. I wanted to use her as an example for all those “next Sunday-ers”. Look! If this old fragile lady can do it, you can to!!
Well, I hope you all had an enjoyable day of rest and passed some time with the family. Love each of you soooo much! The gospel is true! (Even though there are people who always say “Next Sunday” ;)
We had a ghost pinata...he was mystic!
hola! I'm Naomi and I love reading, my amazing family, and the color green.