HeLlo aLL
Ok this weeks funny moment.
Picture us sitting on a rooftop. They leave all kinds of extra bricks and the rebar columns sticking straight up ten or so feet, so that some day later they can add another story to the house if they can. So we're chilling there teaching one evening as the sun is setting behind Andy to my left, and on a rooftop to my right a ginormous white turkey appears and begins to pace very loudly across the tin roof. Then, an abuelito (little grandpa) that we frequently talk to and work with, a member, sets up his ladder and climbs up so that he can try to wack away the turkey with the bamboo reed he has found. There. Picture it. Yeah I know, I live in Ayacucho.
Ok Spirituality:
So one time, teaching a pair of teenage sisters (I swear I don't know how it happens, but I swear we teach all kinds of teenage girls. I must just be that hideous that they feel compassion and always let me in. Or maybe IM A GRINGO in a city without GRINGOS. And everyone wants to look at me, regardless of what spirituality I have to say!!! frustrations.)
Anyway.... I get to the part of lesson 3, and I say. ´God knew that we would need his help, so he sent his son.´ When the words, sent his son, came from my mouth my attitude and my thoughts and my insides and my feelings (very hard to explain the feeling) literally changed and I felt different. Everything I else I had been testifying of, the words felt like something I very strongly believe in and hold to, but when I said that God sent his son, It felt like something I simply know to be fact. Without doubt.
I know Christ was born to die, died to be born again, and gave so that we receive all the blessings of heaven. He is the Christ. Just trust me.
I love all of you, and thank you Chase, Cole and Brit for your thoughts. I don't have a ton of time, but the phone call happens in three weeks so well talk a bunch then.
Humble and Honored
Representative of Jesus Christ,
Elder Hartvigsen
Dad. Yesterday i had a very interesting experience. My comp and I were doing practice lessons, (which are required, and the effectiveness i truly detest to. .. hmm....) so then i tell him (he being a fake investigator) havent you learned something from your father (leading into the fact that father in heaven teaches us stuffs) and he goes yeah and we continue the practice. but after, he told me that in that moment, he stopped and thought, and realized that he has not learned anything from his dad, but a few recipes and cooking tips (his dad is a chef). he told me that his dad, when my comp finally moved across the way to live with him for a while (the parenst are separated), the first night the dad took him to a discoteca (dance, and they are much worse here) and then called two different women.
I then began to cry, because in the same moment, I felt the love the savior has for elder henostroza and all he is learning and doing trying to be a missionary after living that life, and i also felt the love i have for my dad. And I realized the countless, limitless, words of wisdom and experience that i have truly learned from my dad. Many, simply by viewing his example.
And then I had a classic missionary moment that I think happens to most missionaries, and I had a little mini freakout-breakdown thinking that i was receiving revelation that I was going to lose my dad. I really believe this happens to many missionaries, but anyway I had to travel to my knees and offer a prayer on my bed, that my dad would be protected from all harm, and that he would receive the knowledge that i loved him and truly cherished every thing he had taught me and done for me. This was yesterday right at 2pm your time dad, so,... just so you know the question made it to father in heaven, and he decided to use it as a teaching moment for me and you, and bless me so that i could participate in the answering process. What a great experience.
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