It has been a wonderful, stirring week down here in the southern parts of the world. The weather is cool, but not unbearably so, and the people continue to be as amazing and nice as ever. I have also had the incredible pleasure of eating genuine mexican Tacos on two different occasions this last week.
Oh, and I talked with my family, which was pretty cool too.
Seeing this myriad of wonderful people after such a great expanse of time (Five months for some, ten months for others) was a fantastic experience. It was just another great reminder of why I'm out here, and whom I'm representing. Every day I look down at this little plaque of mine, and two names call my attention. First of all, my last name, and second and more importantly, the name of the Savior. Of all the people in the world, or out of it, that I do not want to let down, those two names cover the vast majority of the group.
Being a missionary certainly isn't an easy work, not now, not ever. Just this week, we received a heart breaking phone call from one of our best investigators, and great man that I've been working with for over three months now. He essentially cut off all ties with us over the space of this phone call, and it hut my like a Muy Thai kick to the stomach (My companion, who studies martial arts has demonstrated this, and it doesn't feel too great).
Needless to say, the work carries on. Like that tremendously significant vision and dream from Daniel, the rock will keep rolling on until it fills the entire earth. While these pains and these disappointments are ever present, at least during this short time on earth, things will improve and get better. When we carry on, with a smile on our face and more importantly, on our heart, we will see the greatest blessings that this life can offer.
This week, we putspecial effort into contacting people on the streets, and there was many incredible experiences that resulted. Many of these contacts were quite lame, and the people, though nice country folk, rejected us quite soundly. But always, right when our hearts were about to give in, we found that on person that just breathed a fresh new life into our work. Twice, after many sound rejections, we would stop by a person and they showed genuine interest in our message. It was a reassuring promised blessing that really made our efforts seem worth it.
Something that blew me away earlier this week occured during a mini-cambio. My companion, who knew nothing of the sector, was following my lead, when we meandered into an area that didn't have a whole lot of investigators. Our planned visit fell through, and I decided that we could try and visit an old investigator, a husband to an active member that in the past hasn't really committed to much.
Far from the normal, dull approach of sharing a scripture and leaving, I decided to just ask him questions the entire time. Before I realized it, I was asking questions I had never really pondered before to this man, and the effect they had on him was impressive. He was caught off guard, and his sensitive and sincere responses shook me. I had thought that he hadn't wanted to progress because he wasn't interested, but those inspired questions slipped beneath his defenses and revealed that he genuinely wants to. He hungers for the blessings of the gospel, which he knows is true. He just doesn't know if he can live up to the ascossiated responsabilities, and told us that he hadn't sincerely prayed for an answer. He told us that he lacked that spiritual need in his prayers to truly receive, becuase he was a bit afraid of the answer he would get.
It was a tremendous spiritual experience, and I am so grateful for the Spiritual promptings that made it so. Because of his heartfelt words, I have been inspired to examine mine own prayers, and see where I am lacking concerning spiritual hunger. Enos 1 looks to be a good read soon enough.
I love you all, and hope that you all have a fantastic week. ¡Ustedes son los mas bakànes!
With love,
Elder Richardson