Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011 — “Halo”

The first week of each transfer is always important. During the first few days of each transfer we set the tone for how we are going to work in the following weeks. We establish the type of relationship that we as a companionship will have. The Lord seems to be blessing me with wonderful companions. Elder Boyd is sixteen months into the mission and is a great missionary. He is from Seattle, Washington and is one of ten siblings.

Nothing happens in missionary work without finding. This last week we have been focused on finding new investigators. We have looked and looked, but people seem to find any excuse they can. For example, this week we knocked on a door and we saw a twenty-five year old man look out the window. He then went and got his mom who answered the door. The mother, who was in her late sixties, proceeded to tell us that she didn't have time because she was busy tending to her baby. After she shut the door, we could hear her son say, "What baby?" She responded, "I had to tell them something so that they'd leave." It is so sad. These people are looking for something and know not where to find it. They need what we are offering them-the greatest gift, eternal life. I pray for all those people who have rejected this message, that the Lord will soften their hearts and in the future, these lost sheep will be led again back to the fold.

Sadly, Veronica is not progressing. It has been about four weeks since she last came to church and about two weeks since we have been able to teach her. Along with her slow mental problems she seems to have some psychological which impede her from progressing. However, that means that there is someone else out there waiting for us.

On a slightly funnier note: Yesterday we were "knocking" doors pretty much all afternoon. Here in Chile, practically all of the houses have gates around the front yard, so we don't actually knock the door. Instead, we yell "halo." (Phonetically "ah-low") House after house I was yelling "halo." My mind was so used to yelling that word, that when I went to greet an eighty-year-old woman crossing the street, instead of greeting her with a nice "hola," I yelled at her "halo." She practically had a heart attack, poor little thing.

I love you all so much and not a prayer goes by that I don't pray for you. ¡Me encanta la misión! ¡Amo la misión!

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