"No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done."
-Joseph Smith Jr.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Guess what day it is...
Our refrigerator is filled with cake. It's like a dream
come true. The best time to celebrate a birthday is during the mission.
I didnt expect anything special to happen on my birthday,
other than it would be a P'day and I would be able to relax a little bit.
but Thursday we received a message from Miguel (who was baptized in July)
asking if we could stop by Sunday night. That was normal. We nearly
always visit him and his family Saturdays or Sundays to help him and his
progress in the church as a resent convert. He has the best of questions
too! Curiosity about patriarchal blessings, the 12 tribe of Israel, organization
of the church authorities and other juicy church doctrine. However, this
night, instead of walking into a Spanish, doctrinal discussion, I found myself
waking into a fiesta! Miguel strumming on the guitar, Hna. Beatriz and
Hna. Sobeida cooking gorditos in the kitchen, cake and presents on the table.
Best birthday ever. The Elders even stopped by to join
in the fun. Laughing, talking, sharing stories, and food is always a great
combination... no wonder they always have refreshments at ward activities.
Anyways, after eating gortitos it was time for the cake. It was
pastel de tres leches, my new favorite. And they even had all 21 candles
lit while they sang the Spanish version of Happy Birthday (a song that, to me,
makes no sense what so ever. It talks about king David and monkeys Im
fairly sure). After blowing out the candles (all in one breath I might
add) everyone began to chant "Que lo muerde! Que lo muerde!"
And as I went in to bite the cake, Roberto, son of Hna. Sobeida,
foolishly followed the counsel of the Elders and shoved my head further in.
They use the excuse that its another birthday tradition of Mexico...
Roberto in action!
Regardless, it was a fabulous night. Even though I was
in a completely different country than my blood family, I got to spend my
birthday with other family. I felt very loved and happy. This is
what the gospel is all about. Bringing people together and uniting our
spiritual family. The Paredes family is very close to my heart and it will be
horrible when I have to leave Las Fuentes for another area, but that is the joy
that the gospel brings. That we will be able to see all of our friends
and family again.
The next day, Monday, my actual birthday was quite simple
but delightful as well. After finishing our daily chores we had permission
to visit the Macro Plaza and roam about. Browsing the merchandise, but
typical Hna. Lance, never having enough guts to buy anything but food.
What can I say? You can never go wrong with food.
When it was time to start working again in the afternoon we stopped by to visit Lupe and Rosalio, two investigators. And guess what, they had scrambled together enough to have a cake there waiting for me as well! It was a Hello Kitty cake, which I personally found quite humorous.
The only downside to celebrating a birthday as a sister
missionary is that all the men want to "felicitarle" with a hug....
sorry bro, but the mission rules say no. Thats always a toughfy to