New rule - only 45 mins on the copm, but now we can both write. We just spent the last hour looking for a different cyber becuase the power went out in our usual.
Talks for Dad - (All from Apr 2013) Craig Cardon, Tad Callister, and 'We Are One' by Eyring. Great for strengthening a ward, I'd think, as well as a testimony.
Mom, can you find out how I could make a decent taco seasoning with common spices?
Anyways, time to recount a great week. I'll frame it with a great verse from my persoanl study:
I would consider that I recieve my fair share of wounds daily and weekly in the mission. Contacts rejected, appointments fallen through, people just disappearing, etc...
Let's work backwards. Yesterday, as ward pianist, I got to choose the hymns for sac meeting. I chose some of my favorites (and some of the only i can play): Israel, God is Calling, Nearer My God to Thee, and God Speed to Right. I played the 2nd for the sacrament, and I think it may be my favorite of all the hymns. After, as I waited to take the sacrament, I reflected upon the words (in spanish obviously). They hit me hard, and I began to tear up a bit.
The first verse is Christ from the cross saying, "Even if you (directed at the people crucifying him) have lifted me up on a cross, I will still sing: 'nearer my God to Thee' "
Christ is our number one example. As we "recieve many wounds," we can always fall back on the fact that he received ALL. He suffered for us. I know he suffered and died for our sins, and overcame death. I know that my redeemer lives. Regardless of the suffering, he never thought about giving up hope in his loving heavenly father.
(Now us speaking): "Even though I go astray, on my own, cover me with your love and goodness. I will still dream to be near my heavenly home, nearer my God to thee." most of the time, the wounds we recieve are self inflicted, and we ourselves are wandering aimlessly through life. However, often times we just have to roll with the punches even if we're doing the best we can.
On Friday, went on splits with my DL in his area. Good day of work. Kinda stinks trying to celebrate the 4th here. Wore a tie I have with the constitution and flag embroidered, but nothing else really. Anyways, so we were contacting at around 8:30 pm, and we meet a real jerk, to put it simply. It was cold, and I still can't roll my rs in this blessed language. I invite him to come to church, so he can take advantage of Christ's sacrifice. He asks me what I said, blank faced, a little condescendingly. I repeat. He says, "no, blah blah blah" (sounded exactly the same to me. I say, "yeah, what did I say?" (maybe a little cheeky). He really exaggeratedly says that I butchered the word. Whatever. A minute later, I testify or whatever, say another sentence. He just says, "man, spanish is really hard for you , isn't it?" There I lost it a bit. "Yeah buddy, its a little hard. Thanks for helping me out. really friendly." We keep talking to him (classic big jerk trying to show off in front of his novia), and the 3rd time, he just says to me, "buddy, practice your spanish." I left him with my heartfelt testimony and a pamphlet, making sure to really emphasize every sound, and talk reeeeeeaaaaallllllyyyyy sllllllooooooowwwwwwllllllyyyy
yyyy. Sick bro.
Alright, so that had me down a bit. That mixed with some slow progress in the area had me study patience in PMG, which spoke to me. That led me to Alma 26, the results of the patience of Ammon and to sons of Mosiah. This verse was direct revelation:
I felt pretty laughed to scorn, but decided to just rub some dirt in it and be patience with myself and others.
The next day was tough, until about 7pm. We didnt teaching a single lesson, it was raining and cold, and just nothing happening. I'm low on time, but let's just day I decided to just buckle down and keeping pushing myself physically and mentally. What paid off for my persistence and patience we really potentialy life changing. We taught two quick lessons because we decided to just talk to whichever person was in our path. Good, spiritual, qwuick lessons. However, around 8:20 I had the best street contact of my life.
We passed a bus stop on the way to an appointment with a really good referral. I looked to my left and said hi to the woman sitting there. I try to say hi to everyone, be friendly. Well, her face stayed fixed in my mind. It looked like she may be crying. We walked about 50 feet, and the Spirit told me to go back. Molina followed me.
Turns out this young couple and their 6 month daughter were just about at rock bottom. They seemed to have been thrown onto the street or something, and were just down in the dumps. They had been sufficiently humbled, like the people in Alma 32. Wow. We asked them if we could take down their adress and visit. They toild us to sit down and teach them right there. Man, I can't describe the spirit that I felt as we taught them the Plan of Salvation. They accepted everything. I hate to use this phrase, but I think they're a 'familia de oro - golden family.' We cried together, prayed together, and hoped together. I testfied of patience. Man. I was on cloud 9. Fabian and Florencia. Pray for them, and 6 month old Perla.
"The path to heaven I will find, your love will keep me up. There will be angels to guide me, nearer my God to Thee."
No more time. I KNOW that we will find the path, but not after consistent patience and perseverance. Love is always the answer. God loves better than anyone. Oooo there's so much more to say, but no time. Don't be the people that say they want to be nearer to God, but are really just lying to themselves. There are very few who really have God and returning to live with Him as our 1st priority. Faith, obedience, and diligence. Love. Don't know how to say it better.
Love, Elder (Isaac) Blake
Comp fell asleep while I was talking with our DL on the phone - 11 pm or so
Me and Walter this morning - dope dude who's getting baptized on Friday
San Salvador de Jujuy - a beauty