How goes it? I’m glad the week was filled with all the goody, goodness of everything in
and everyone’s dreams coming true. But yes,
sounds like things in Utah
are a smash. Give my best to the grandmother Allphin and all. Utah
Yes, it was a grand week here in the Yuto, we had a baptism! Yay! This kid named José that we just call "Super" was just baptized. Although we had been hopeful it was a surprise to us as he´s told us “No” to baptism upwards of 15,000 times. We were just working Saturday morning around Pres. Angel´s neighborhood and he says "What’s up guys? Oh hey, Super says he´s going to get baptized today!" We were like, "WHAT!? When did he say that?" Pres. Angel says, "Oh, just yesterday when I saw him. I just totally forgot to tell you guys." So we booked it to Super’s house on the other side of Yuto, found him and said, "Is this true Super?" He´s like, "Sure, why not?" So we said "Ok, so we´ll have the baptism at 6:00 p.m. Saturday, ok?" He said "Cool, at 6 O’clock then." We had to affirm it over and over with him saying, "Ok, we are gonna have it at 6 and that’s gotta be for sure because we´re going to call a bunch of people right now to get things set up, ok?" He said "For sure Elders, no worries, at 6 I’ll be there".
We went to go hurry and do last minute baptism preparations: Cleaning the font, setting up chairs, calling people to give talks, etc. It was difficult because President Angel left to go to San Pedro for a conference and Elías left to go fishing with his dad so we had like, zero priesthood. Luckily, we had this guy Mario who helped us so in the end so there was sufficient priesthood for the baptism.
At 5:30 we headed over to Super’s house and, when we got there, said to his family "Alright! Are you guys ready for the baptism?" They said, "But isn't it at 9:00?" We looked at them and said, "No it’s at 6:00" The mom says, "Well Super thinks it’s at 9:00.” That’s what I love here in
You can say, "Alright, so we´ll swing by your house at 7:00 pm this
Tuesday" and for some reason they hear, "10:47 am Saturday".
There’s no confusion in the language, it’s just plain ridiculousness. Argentina
Once we realized we were about to have a baptismal ceremony with no one to baptize we started to panic. "Where did Super go off to?" we asked. Mom said, "He’s at a party that’s kind of by your pench." We booked it over there and about pulled a Will Ferrell scene from Old School. We looked everywhere but he was nowhere in sight. There are some members who live across the street so we went to them in hopes maybe they’d seen Super—no such luck. I looked at my watch, it was 5:55 pm and beginning to look like all was lost until Super came walking around the corner. We almost applied the same tactic demonstrated in 1 Nephi 4:31. We were like, "Dude! Where were you?" He looked at us surprised, "Elders! You told me 9:00 pm is the baptism!” (I am patience!) "No way che.” I told him, “It’s right now! Let’s go!" So we all ran to the church and got there just in time.
We held his baptism with about 7 or 8 people there. It was very, very nice. I’ll have to have Elías put up the pics on Facebook because we tried to put the pics up on my e-mail but pictures won’t upload. Anyway, we got him confirmed the next day and he was super content in his weird "Super" way. He´s a good kid. He is 13 and is a really good kid.
Both Paola and Gabriela (the Hermana who was baptized last week) gave talks In which they were brought to tears for how grateful they were for the Savior and the Holy Ghost. The Hermana Paola talked about how last week her son was in arrested for some mistake he made in his business. He called her for help so she went to Ledesma frantically looking for someone to handle the situation but couldn’t find anyone. She was in her car praying to know what to do when the name of a lawyer came to her mind. She doesn’t know how she remembered the lawyer’s name but somehow found his number and he was available and helped her son out of the situation.
Gabriela talked about how she felt the Savior has been on her side ever since she started going to church. She was so grateful for the Book of Mormon, how it’s giving her great strength and comfort. President Angel is thinking about calling her to the primary as well. Man, it is just so boss to see the gospel working in action with those Hermana’s—they are so cool. That, and Gabriela is gonna make us fat, she is always giving us food: Chocolate milk, cake, pizza. Goodness sakes, it’s awesome! We are going to baptize her son Gabriel this Saturday in the other river, I think. They are super excited about the gospel.
We have an awesome group of members who follow us to all our citas: Gabriela, Alicia (Gabriela’s best friend), Gabriel, Sara (Elias’s mom), Elías, Vanessa, and Mario Cortez (Vanessa’s dad). It’s so great; they help us out a ton. They basically teach the lessons for us which is fantastic because that was pretty much the whole purpose of that worldwide capacitation in June (for the members to do the missionary work). We hope to keep going with that and, yeah. That’s pretty much it for the week; not much else to report on.
But yes, quezstionsz?
- Is Elias ready to go on his mission?
Yes and he´s pretty stoked. He´s coming out with us like almost every day. He has his passport type papers all done and I gave him a bunch of my stuff. He leaves on the 30th to go to
takes an airplane to .
Crazy, man! Brazil
- Do you have to set up the baptismal font or is it already set up? How do you fill it and how do you drain it?
It’s a big, blue tarp tub about 4 feet high, 4 feet wide and 6 feet long with a drain attached to a lever. It is supported by trampoline-type metal bars to help support it up. There is a faucet next to the font and you hook up this makeshift hose to fill it up. Since it is a cold water faucet you have to equalize it with hot water from the kitchen so do a Chinese fire drill of filling it up, carrying, and dumping buckets of hot water all the way to the back of the building where the font is. To clean it, (which it does get dirty a lot because the roof is made out of what I can only describe as a sort of Styrofoam which deteriorates and covers the bottom of the font with gucky, white stuff). So you hop in the font and clean it out with a sponge. To drain it you take the makeshift hose from the faucet, jerry rig it up to the drain part of the font, and put the end of the hose near the drain—Count your blessings.
Well, that’s about it. I have my last zone conference this week which means I will have to share my "final" testimony which is the custom for all the elders and hermana’s that are finishing up. I never thought the day would come, it’s unreal and sad. I just never, ever thought the day would come. I remember looking up at the first zone conference and saw all these missionaries going home and thought, "I’ll never get there". Alas, it’s about to happen to me. Just more of a reason to work harder and harder I guess. Do pray for us that we can do exactly that: That we’ll have a baptism this Saturday, that we can keep using the awesome members, and that all will be good. Well, I best be going to get a haircut. ‘Til next week, peeps. Have a most amazing week. I love you. It’s all good.
|"Super", Elder Allan, me and the travelling baptismal font.|