Last week after finishing emailing we went and contacted. We contacted a lady that had on a ctr ring (but in Spanish HLJ) and said that her old boyfriend was a member and that she has worn the ring for 8 years more or less since she broke up with him. I gave one of the mini ctr rings i have to her daughter (thanks mom) and we set an appointment to go back. When we went back she wasn't there, but hopefully we will be able to find her again. Just cool to see how the church reaches all places in different ways.
On Tuesday night i finally got to really know the bishop and he is a really cool guy. Hes 50 years old and really laid back. He got married when he was 36 or something like that, so both of his kids are still young. We got on the subject of leaving behind girlfriends, which of course i am much to smart to do, but my companion has one at home. So, for the next 30 minutes the bishop and his wife planched my companion for having left a girlfriend and they told him that he needs to stop writing her so he can be 100% focused in the work. It was the funniest thing ever because they were not holding back.
On Wednesday night we left an appointment super late and i was pretty stressed because i had been trying to leave before so we could get home on time, but my comp and the member we were with just kept adding stuff on to the lesson after we had finished. So, at 9:20 we started the half an hour walk home and i started praying that a combi (big van) would pass by so that we could get home on time. I basically only said "padre celestial por favor bendícenos con un combi para que podamos llegar a casa antes de 9:30 y ser obedeintes.." and before i could finish a combi pulled us to give us a ride home. The power of prayer is real especially if we are prying so we can be obedient!
We passed by a persons house that we were teaching and they couldn't receive us for a lesson, but she had her 1 year old granddaughter in her arms and she was obsessed with my Book of Mormon. She kept grabbing it from me and whenever i opened it to the picture of Jesus she would get surprised and start happily clapping. It was a nice tender mercy and reminder that to enter the kingdom of heaven we need to become like little children.
On Friday we went to a pueblo that is a little out of the way where we had plans to work with a member. When we showed up the hermano still wasn't there, but lucky for us he is a panadero (he makes bread). So, we got to make pan de muerto (google it), and eat some too.
Sunday i became a living legend for all of the ward members here. As i was sitting peacefully in church the second councilor of the bishopric gets up to announce the people who were going to be speaking. And then of course i hear my name. I had all of 5 minutes to prepare my talk. I talked about cleaning the inside of the glass before cleaning the outside of it and related it to the members being worthy through the sacrament before we can really see the mission work move forward here (pretty good am i right). I thought i didn't do to good or too bad when i had finished. After, with every member we talked to they all commented on how good my Spanish was. They said i was talking faster than they all do and that my Spanish is better than theirs. Not joking like 5 different members said that to me throughout the rest of the day. The gift of tongues is real i guess because i still consider my Spanish to just be alright.
That's all for this week.
Adios
Elder Warburton
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Elder Warburton
México Puebla Norte
The field by our house lighting on fire |
Making Pan |
The oven to cook the pan. And yes he is wearing a sgt peppers lonely hearts club band shirt and no he doesn't know who the Beatles are |
PSYCHO |
THE SHINING. Sorry i thought the picture was going to turn out better. I had typed "All work and no play makes Elder Warburton a dull boy" a ton of times, but you cant see it. Happy Halloween |