I am indeed! Sorry it´s a little late, we just finished moving the elders in Pico to another Pension down the street. Yes it was fun. Ok letter time! It has been such a crazy crazy week! Unfortunately with the craziness, our investigators have had a pretty tough week as well.
This last week started off with a call from one of our investigators, Norma, calling us and informing us that she would not be getting baptized this week, and neither would her kids. Ouch. Apparently a former pastor made contact with her that day, and every since she´s be a little more than hesitant to talk to us. Bother. Oh well, as missionaries we deal with doubts every single day so this is no news, just another challenge. Another one of our investigators is also so so close to being baptized, he just needs to get married before we can set another date. Yesterday was also quite happy because vacations are finally over, so most of our branch showed up last week and we had nowhere to seat everyone during Sacrament. Oh Las Heras. I love our branch meeting house. It´s a small house about a block and a half north of the pension, the garage of which has been converted into a chapel. We don´t have a piano or anything like it so every week I get to conduct the hymns for both priesthood and sacrament meetings. I tell you I´m going to have arms made of steel after my mission.
Ok, so my father has requested that I write about a miracle. Last week was full of quite a few, but I have one in particular that I want to share. On Wednesday morning we were walking back to the pension for lunch when a woman stopped us. As Elders we´re not supposed to approach anyone on the street if there aren´t any guys, but it´s totally ok for anyone to come up to us. Anyways she asked us if either of us had lost a credit card. E´Lobato checked his wallet and said no, and I checked my wallet… and to my lovely surprise my support card was not there. Sometimes I do the dumbest things I know. Losing my credit card in Argentina is proof of that. So I said yup, I have indeed lost a credit card. The woman then told us that her neighbor had found a credit card left in the ATM booth next to the hospital. So we walked the two blocks to where the neighbor lived. We knocked on the door, and I showed Hna. Niebes my identification and she went and got what was indeed my lost card. We then asked if she’d ever talked with missionaries before and if we could teach a message to her family. Twenty minutes later after teaching the Plan of Salvation, we made plans to visit again this Wednesday and just like that we got 3 more investigators. We door contacted this house two weeks before and no one was there. I’m not sure how we would have found this family in another way, but I am pretty sure that we were sent to that home. And yes, my card still had every penny that was left on it. Miracles. Aren’t they the greatest?
In other news, the language is really starting to come. I have up days and down days, but I’m finally learning a vocabulary that extends beyond just the gospel. The best part about this has been being able to get to know my companion a little bit more. To be honest not being able to explain certain things drives me absolutely crazy. But now my companion knows a little bit more about the crazy person I am outside of mission life. I’m sure I’ve said this a thousand times in the past 3 months but learning to speak Castellano has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But it has been so rewarding. It has taught me so much about being absolutely diligent while also being open and teachable.
So sad thing and happy thing. Every week the office sends us a big green bag called a bolsa through the bus system. (Here in Argentina the busses serve as fedex/ups) Through this bag we receive our paperwork for the week and other fun stuff. This is also the way that we get letters. Since it *normally* takes about 3 ish weeks for dear elders to make it out to us E’ Lobato and I had our fingers crossed that we would finally get something from home. (He hasn’t gotten a letter since I got here) While the bolsa did not contain any letters from home it did contain something almost as good. We got the last 6 month of Liahonas in both English and Spanish! I’m sure that sounds weird to be so excited about getting church magazines, but in the place of having no letters from family or friends, it has been absolute heaven to be able to read messages from apostles and prophets. Last conference was so incredible, and every time I open up the November issue I am absolutely amazed by how amazing conference is. Only two more months until the next one!
Scriptures were running rampant all throughout this week. The practically stampede on a daily basis. But lately I’ve been focusing my efforts on learning more about the Atonement and the effect it has upon us in this life. An interesting thing that I picked up is in Luke 8 where the woman touches the clothes of the Savior and is healed. In v 48 the thing that I learned this time around is that not only did Christ tell her that it was her faith that healed her, but he also instructed her to “go in peace.” What a crazy concept that not only does the Atonement heal us spiritually and physically, but it is also encompassing to the point that it even gives us peace. In John 14:27 we learn that there is a difference between the peace of Christ and the peace of the world. Our Savior loves us so much that not only does he heal us completely, but has the ability to bring complete and total peace into our lives if we will let him.
Ah! Out of time. Ugh. Hopefully the computers will work a little more quickly next week. Nonetheless, I hope you all know that I am having the time of my life. Argentina is an adjustment, but I’m learning so much and loving every bit of it. It’s so weird to step back and realize that I’m actually a missionary on the other side of the world, but there’s not a single thing in the world I’d rather be doing right now. Take care everyone, and I’ll write again next week.