A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
"not very pretty but we sure know how to run things"
(from the song “Team” by LORDE)
Well, yesterday was super eventful. We started it off bright and early at 5:00 am to help the other sister missionaries bring some people to church. We said a prayer and then went off, dividing up to bring the most people we could. That’s when all the fun started apparently. My companion went with Hna. Cones (from Arizona) and I went with Hna. Alvarez (from Costa Rica) Although I was not there to witness any of the following paragraph, I will relay it as it was described to me, from the eyes of an investigator.
The Honduranian Missionary
It seemed like any other morning of the week until I saw the Mormons turn the far away corner and start coming down the street. Mormons in the morning only meant one thing: it had to be Sunday. The two mormon women were really cool, but I could barely understand them. The white one made me laugh more than the other, but I loved them both. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get baptized, but I liked their church. I hoped to go with them today.
While I waited for them to come, I thought about breakfast (ric and beans perhaps) and then saw that the determined course of the sisters had been broken as the smaller, darker one motioned to some rock. They went towards them and the Latina sister sat down. I hopped out the door and said “Hermana Cones! How are you?” I gave her a hug and we started chatting about the difficulty of washing clothes. Suddenly my concentration was broken by a “splat” sound behind the Hermana. I peeked around the Hermana and to my surprise found the other little one face down in the rock and dirt. She had passed out! I jumped into action and turned her over. The other sister was saying something about not eating or drinking for 24 hours, but I didn’t really understand her because my attention was on reviving the little girl. I fanned her and sat her upright while trying to give her air and water. While I wiped the blood off her face. She started to come-to. We sent someone to buy a Gatorade and sat with her while she retrieved all her senses. When she had all her capabilities again, I told her exactly what I thought. “Look sweetie, if you’re gonna go walk around all day, you’ve got to drink something. If you’re gonna commune with God, you can do it in your house, but out here, sweating buckets, na-ah”. She just laughed and said that sacrifices bring blessings. They later went on their way, but I didn’t want to go to their church anymore. Who would want to be a part of a church where eating and drinking is forbidden?”
More than my companion passing out, I had the strangest experience on Friday when we went with the Elders to teach one of my beloved investigators, Jessena. She always goes to church and knows almost everything about the Gospel, but she doesn’t feel ready to be baptized, so we started the lesson, shared a scripture, and the spirit was really strong. I started praying in my heart, “Lord please help her! Help her have faith!” A few of my tears leaked out and then the oddest thing happened. For some reason I stopped understanding what was being said. “Wait a second,” I thought, “Are they speaking Spanish? Because I’m not getting a single word.” I was a little startled, but waited until the lesson ended and we had left to ask my North American companion, Hna. Darymple, (we were on divisions), “Hey, did you understand?” She replied “up to a point, I understood, but afterwards, It didn’t sound like they were speaking Spanish.” In my head I was thinking, “Whoa, did we just lose the gift of tongues? Or did the spirit just take control of the situation and use His own language?” It was an interesting moment. But, something you can all do to help me out would be to pray for Jessena, she really needs some extra help understanding the answers God is giving her.
More than that, there wasn’t much else this week. Just know that God’s love for each of us is so big that He doesn’t forget anyone, not even missionaries who pass-out on the street in Nicaragua or foreigners who can’t speak the language in strange countries. We’ve just got to endure.
“If man wilt do good, yea, and hold out faithful to the end, thou shalt be saved in the Kingdom of God, which is the greatest of all the gifts of God, for there is no gift greater than the gift of salvation!
*Tip-Top!! (it`s Nicaragua`s version of KFC)
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