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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
2.28.11 - Satelite, Hermosillo
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.