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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
3.12.12 -- Huatabampo
I might have run over E. Treviño with the bike. And the Mexican version of Panda Express is such a rip-off.
Mmmm . . . oranges and cinnamon rolls.
Okay, quick email, sorry. SORRY. I don´t have much time right now, unfortunately.
The chapel here is going to be the first building in the history of Huatabampo that has an elevator. Crazy, huh?
A few stories. Did I ever tell you guys how we got our bikes? The police gave them to us for free. We went to the police station and asked if they had any impounded bikes that they didn`t want. The man in front then arranged an appointment with the chief of police, who we both talked to and taught. We explained who we are, he explained what he does, we talked about religion, and he talked about how screwed up the drug cartels in Mexico are. I immediately thought about the secret combinations in the Book of Mormon, but we finished before I could find the chapter in Helaman that talks about that. Anyway, at one point he even said, "I can´t say this outside because this is the way things really are, and if anyone does that with the government here, it`s not that great." He`s our friend now. He even called out to us from his truck one time we were in the street and I had the strange opportunity to teach a full grown educated man about religion on the curb. We teach a lot of people about religion, but they´re not normally his type.
E. Tovar and I had another experience like that as well. The workers of the elevator yelled out to us one time we passed by the chapel, "Hey, play us in soccer!" We said okay--with the condition that we could teach them afterwards. They agreed, but the ball went flying in the backyard of the neighbors next to the Church. E. Tovar and I went to go pick it up, the lady came out and gave us the ball, but she started to ask questions. The normal ones, like "Where are you guys from, what do you do, what´s an American doing here," and so on. One of the workers came out, took the ball from us, and we stayed there talking. This lady lived in the US, and speaks English, and started to speak about Literature. E. Tovar and I both love to read, so we began talking about that. The subject than returned to why we´re in Sonora, and religion. We explained about the importance of a personal testimony (which isn´t the normal thing that a missionary teaches in the first visit in Huatabampo) and prayer. The conversation eventually ended with the Light of Christ, with a Book of Mormon as the parting gift. My mind felt really weird, because we normally only talk about that kind of doctrine between missionaries. But it was cool. We´re going back this week. How strange (and dumb) that no missionary had EVER talked to her before.