A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
We really can´t stay;
Hermanas it´s HOT out there;
We´ve got to go away;
Hermanas, You´ll fry out there
Yes, it’s hot here in Chichigalpa. I know that it’s probably just my imagination but I don’t think I’ve ever been this hot in my life. And I know you won’t believe me when I say my glasses are literally melting to my face, but it’s true. I’ll be sure to show you when I get home. What a mission artifact it will be!
We’ve been looking really hard to find new investigators because we’re still really new and the Elders before us didn’t leave us anyone. So we’re searching all over Chichigalpa, walking over mountains and neighborhoods and rivers and everything and it dawns on us “wait a second” we have an awesome family living below us! So we sneakily (well, not sneakily; smoothly would be a better word) start asking them questions, sharing a moment in the day with them (or in other words, teaching them a lesson), inviting them to church activities. And guess what happens? They show up to church yesterday! All by themselves! And they stayed for all three hours! And their daughter loves primary! And we’re teaching them how to do a noche de hogar! (home evening) And I just know that this is going to turn out awesome! That’s definitely a sign to shine where you are. And that you don’t have to look very far to find the opportunities the Lord has given us truly, miraculous!
My companion asked me, during one of our various travels, if something funny happened in Leon with Hma. Gonzalez. Instantly, my mind was filled with the vision of when she and I were patiently waiting in a taxi. (*Note: so sorry if I’ve told this one before, but it’s just so good). Patiently waiting, while other people were impatiently waiting. The car in front of us was dropping some very old ladies off on the corner. Just as these frail, infirm women so slightly opened the door, a speeding bicycle came through. The man didn’t even see it coming. BAM!! He was flying through the air, rolled over another car and landed, groaning on the ground. And then for the best part…These little old ladies go over to help this young man and what does he do? He starts yelling at them. So, these same women, quickly turning their guilty feelings into ones of annoyance, begin to scold him. After about two minutes of consequence- talking, the ladies walk off, one of them hitting him with her handbag as she walked away. Paper doesn’t do it justice, but oh, how memorable it was!
I’ve noticed something rather interesting about Nicaraguans. I don’t know if it’s like this in other Spanish speaking countries, but here in Nicaragua, the people end almost every sentence as a question, saying “I verdad?” or in English, “true?” It’s a phenomenon that I’ve never encountered before. I don’t usually say or respond by saying. “oh my day was great, true? “ Truth is knowledge, of things as they are, and as they were, and as they are to come. And we have a wonderful promise from the Savior, that if we will keep His commandments, we will receive truth and light until we are glorified in truth and knoweth all things (see D&C 93:28) I guess that everyone who doesn’t really know what truth is, hasn’t really kept the commandments. Let us seek after truth, or in other words, let’s keep the commandments.
And remember to never end a statement with a question mark (that was for all you grammar fans and Lolene Gifford too)
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