So, have I mentioned the rain yet?
We have hit the rainy season here in Mexico. Back home in
Ohio, it rains at random all the time. Here the rain is really bizarrely
predictable. It rains every night, starting at about 6 or 7 o´clock. But when
it´s not raining, the sun is burning. So every morning I put on a ton of sun
screen and pack my umbrella.
Well, other than that things are going pretty well here
in la Aurora. We had a couple of miracles this week. We helped a woman in
the street carry all her bags home this week. Her name is Alejandra, and she is
super sweet, always smiling. She is very poor. Her house is a shack, and I
honestly don´t think it´s been fairing very well in all this rain. She lives
there with some of her sons and daughters-in-law, some of her grandchildren,
and about 3 cats, 10 chickens, 3 pigeons, and probably 20 dogs. But I loved
visiting her. We helped her with the dishes and comida, and then we talked a
little and invited her to church. And she came! She and one of her grandsons
came!
We also miraculously found a less active family. And they
also came to church yesterday! I honestly couldn´t believe it. They told us
that it was unlikely because the mother works, and the nephew didn´t seem all
that excited about the church. But they all came!
Ok, I promised that I would tell you all about Angie this
week. I´m a little late, she is from my old area, but she has really been
sticking in my mind a lot lately. She is another amazing example of a miracle.
So Angie is the friend of one of our investigators in
Mira Azul, Paty. One day Hermana Gonzalez and I stopped by Paty´s boutique, and
Angie was there. We invited her to sit in the lesson, and she did, largely
thanks to Paty, who bore her testimony right then and there about what she was
learning from us. That day we were reading together in the Book of Mormon, from
2 Nephi 31, which is a chapter all missionaries are very familiar with. We
finished the lesson, and Angie hadn´t said a word yet. But before we left, she
told us that earlier that week she had seen or heard something, I think it was
on Facebook, that said that there was a book waiting for her, with a message
just for her. And as we were reading, she felt very strongly that the Book of
Mormon was that book. Well, of course it is! We had literally just given away
our only spare book of Mormon, but we promised to deliver her one soon.
Well, weeks, months went by and we didn´t see Angie
again. She has a very very busy work schedule, and we could never find
her home or set up an appointment to meet with her. I had almost forgotten
about her. Then my last day in Mira Azul, three weeks ago, we stopped by Paty
one more time so that I could say good bye, and Angie was there again! Well, we
shared a quick thought, I said goodbye to Paty, and we were just about to leave
when I remembered Angie´s Book of Mormon. I reached into my bag and pulled out
a Book of Mormon and gave it to her. And Angie started to cry. She hugged me
and told me that even though we had hardly seen her, we had no idea the
influence we had had in her life. And she told me that she would read it.
And then I left. I haven´t heard anything, I have no idea
if the sisters in Mira Azul have been able to teach Angie more. I don´t know if
she has read at all in the Book of Mormon. But I sincerely hope and pray so.
It is truly amazing to me, the way Heavenly Father is
working behind the signs with all of these people, preparing them, teaching
them, guiding them. We missionaries don´t actually do any of the actual
work.
Well, sorry this is so long this week. I just want to
close with one last thing. Saturday, we took one of our investigators to a
piano recital in the stake center. There was actually a really good turnout.
Half way through, we had a little missionary moment, and my zone leader asked
me to bear my testimony on the atonement of Jesus Christ. And I want to tell
you all what I tried to tell the people there.
I don´t understand the atonement. I´ve learned about it
my whole life, I study about it for an hour every day here. I teach everyone I
can about it. And I don´t understand it. I don´t understand how it was
possible. I don´t understand, not even close, what our Savior suffered. And I
don´t understand how He could love me and you enough to be willing to pay the
price that He paid. But I do know one thing. It´s true. Jesus Christ loves us
enough to have suffered for every one of our pains, sins, and struggles. He
understands us, He loves us, and because of Him, we can be made clean and
return to live with our Father in Heaven. I don´t understand it, but I know it.
And because I didn´t start with a fun culture fact, I´ll
add this. The most important Spanish word that they never taught me in high
school: la Expiación, or the atonement.
Have a wonderful week. I love and miss you all!
Hermana Herron