Hoo Rah!

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Monday, March 14, 2011

3.14.11 -- Satelite, Hermosillo





Gah, I need more time. I had my first baptism this week! I want to write more, but I have zero time. This will have to suffice: I have never felt happier in my entire life than when I brought Victor out of the waters of baptism. He´s changed completely in the weeks that we´ve taught him--he´s happier, less worried, more . . . like Christ. The gospel has changed his life in the most unimaginable, undescribable way possible. The first time we taught him, his face was creased (even more), his clothes were rent, and he seemed . . . spent. After he came out of the water, both he and I smiled, laughed, and I felt better than I have ever felt in my entire life. Gah, I love that man. And gah, I have no time. I need MORE TIME

Elder Humbert

What questions do you all have about Mexico?

3.7.11 -- Satelite, Hermosillo


Oh, and to all of you that have sent me letters: thank you. Mail is slow, but I thank you all. Your replies are in transit. Or at least, they will be.

Picture: Scrubs, anyone? Sorry Mom, you won't get that reference.

Okay, this past Sunday was AMAZING. The chapel was almost completely full and we had three investigators attend. I felt the Spirit so strongly I could feel my heart beating. I could feel it with my hand. Of course I had to get up and bear my testimony--how could I not? I stood up, walked to the pulpit, looked at our little ward, and testified that I had the Spirit right then. I testified of the truth of this Church. I testified of the Book of Mormon. I testified of Joseph Smith. I testified and I felt INCREDIBLE. The Holy Ghost cannot lie, and neither did I--every person in the congregation felt it, and so did I. Geez, I need to learn to type faster. Sorry for the brevity of this email, but I've gotta go.

Elder Humbert

Romans 8:38-39

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

2.28.11 - Satelite, Hermosillo













Photo #2




For the pictures--the first is the daughter of our ward missionary leader, asleep face down on a couch at a family home evening with an investigator. She looks like Zoey, with her hair, but she´s as active as Taylor. She also stares at people while smiling like Asher, and talks as little as Luke used to. The second is E. Cancino filling up a container with water to wash our clothes. The third is a picture of the tortillas used to make "burros percherrones," or the biggest burritos that I have ever seen. They were being made by the lady in the fourth picture, who promptly gave me one, no charge (each costs 4 pesos, or about 40 cents). Geez. The people of Mexico are so free with their substance. Good stuff.

Dad, once again, thank you for going on a mission. E. Cancino wants to talk to you after the mission--I talk a lot about you with him. He deserves more blessings than I do. As well as all the other missionaries in non-member families (that includes Bro. Aten--please thank him as well). Although every time I tell E. Cancino he´s a better man than I, he just shakes his head and says, "No." He knows I don´t agree with him.

Let me talk about 2 days ago--Saturday. E. Cancino and I work in one of the richest areas in Hermosillo, although our area also has some of the poorest (our area is huge). We felt like we needed to work in an area near downtown, called San Benito. We took the bus, but because I don´t know the city that well and E. Cancino isn´t that familiar with downtown, we got lost. We weren´t in our area, but we eventually made it back, wasting a lot of time in the process. But for some reason, we didn´t feel that bad, and even when we had a lot of doors shut in our faces (the people in large houses, like the ones that are the length of a city block, were the least receptive. Obviously) But it was fine. We still had the Spirit, and felt like we were doing well. That was when we met one woman, who let us into her home almost immediately. We were surprised. We entered, and taught one of the most spiritual lessons I´ve been in. She promised to come to Sacrament meeting the next day, and guess what? She did. I felt awesome. Even when in neighborhoods that aren´t especially small, if you have the spirit, you´re doing something right. I would elaborate, but I´m out of time.

¡HOO-RAH!