LOTS of thunderstorms here. But also, great sunsets. The only downside is that it´s super humid now. Check it out. If you look closely, you can see the giant sweat stripe on my chest. That was after a few minutes outside.
Ah, spiritual experience. This week, we were able to find a young man (I say that, but he´s older than I) who hasn´t had the best experiences in his family. Or with certain substances. I won´t go into details, but he needed a blessing. It seems like I´m telling a lot of stories involving the priesthood lately. It was . . . different. E. Rivas and I put our hands on his head, and he began to shake, from his tears. As he bobbed up and down, I stated my authority and began to pronounce the blessing. In that moment, I remembered a quote from E. Nelson of the 12. "When we pray, we speak for ourselves. When we give blessings, we speak for God." Something happened after that. I stopped thinking and began to speak. I felt like I had an electrical current running through my body, culminating in my chest. Words came streaming out of my mouth. I don´t remember what they all were, but my voice was more confident than it has ever been when speaking Spanish. I finished the blessing, and the man stood up. He gave both E. Rivas and I a hug, and even though I don´t enjoy lingering man-hugs, especially while sweating in the heat, it seemed like he was holding onto us for dear life. We spoke with him afterwards, and taught of repentance. We´re going back in a few days.
I realized how crazy it is that I´m in this position. I interviewed another person this week for baptism, and I thought, "Who would ever trust a 19 year old boy who knows nothing about anything to conduct a baptismal interview?" I don´t get it. But apparently God does, and I´m not arguing.
Adios,
Elder Humbert
Elder Humbert
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