A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
So much has happened in this crazy week that has passed! Oh how I long to have the ability to convey my feelings through this email, but alas, the Lord has not made me strong in writing, so let’s both say a little prayer that we’ll be able to understand what I’m about to write.
Miracles abound here in the area of Chichigalpa! We went to do an interview with someone called Danelia, a friend of one of the Young Women. She was so ready for baptism that she basically asked us when she could be baptized. Because of school and other things, we waited until this last week to baptize her, and that gave us the time to actually teach her the missionary lessons. Well, while we’ve been visiting her; her mom has been listening in too. Her mom, Jamilett, even went with us to a few meetings at the stake building. They’re both so sweet, but we were only planning on Danelia for a baptism this week.
So Elder Itzep (my district leader) comes to Chichigalpa to do Danelia’s baptismal interview and when we get to her house, she hadn’t arrived from school. Her mom let us in and we introduced her to the Elders. We were just chatting when Elder Itzep off-handedly (who knows if that’s a word) remarked, “Hermana Jamilett, when are we going to baptize you? She just lighted up and said, “Can I be baptized?” She told us later that before we came, she had seriously been pondering in her heart and praying to know what to do. And all it took was one comment from an Elder.
Their baptism was really simple, not anything like last week’s service. The spirit was really…I believe ‘steady’ would be the right word. And when they were confirmed, the same thing. I’m so happy for them; there really are people prepared and ready to follow Jesus Christ.
We also had quite the diverting time as a zone. We played soccer until it got too hot, so we played with water balloons instead. I don’t think I’ve had that much simple fun in a long time and I’ve never appreciated being completely soaked. But then again, I never had known the intense rays of the sun of Nicaragua.
Now for the subject title. You all by know have heard of Guadelupe, the sweet woman we baptized a fortnight ago. So lovely, really she isn’t the sharpest tool in the box, but she is so spiritual. Yesterday, due to the fact that we only had giant vases to use as sacrament cups (that’s a whole other story), we were really short on time in our other classes. All the adults combined into one big class for a short, ten minute lesson and then break into Relief Society and priesthood. The other companionship taught a brief lesson on Jesus Christ: our Savior” then bore their testimonies, and then showed a video. It was a clip of the life of jesus Christ, and the miracles He did, as well as His suffering in Gethsemane and on the cross. The accompanying music was the famous “His Hands”. We finished the heart warming video and then split up a while in the hallway. I bumped into Guadelupe, our conversation was as follows:
Me: “Guadelupe! How are you?”
Guadelupe: “Well, I was sad, but now I feel better
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Oh, how she must cry knowing that this month should be for her son, and yet they use her as an excuse to set off fireworks and scream. Let us settle the matter: Jesus Christ is the Savior of the World; only in and through Him can we be saved. And oh how much more we should remember Him at this time. I testify that He is our king, that He is the best gift we can ever receive or give. So let us “haste, Haste to bring Him laud, the babe, the son of Mary” (Does anyone else fin the former sentence extremely ironic?)
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