Tuesday, September 30, 2014
During these past two and a half months of training Hna. Pacheco I've been reminded a lot of my own training nearly ten months ago. It's like it happened just yesterday. . .
21 years old, Brian was extremely interested in religion for someone his age. We had just finished teaching about prophets, he had just finished explaining how Hna. Torres and I would become worshiped saints for the work that we were doing as missionaries... I will be anxiously awaiting that recognition en el ultimo día. Anyways, we decided that it was time to end the lesson so we invited Brian to give the closing prayer. As always, we taught that prayer should be just like a normal conversation instead of recited sentences. Brian took that a little too seriously...
"Buenas tardes Padre Celestial, que tal?...
.... que tenga bonita día. Amen"
Good afternoon Heavenly Father, what's up?...
...have a great day. Amen
We walked side by side in casual conversation, making our way to our next appointment. A strange man passed by us like millions of other strangers do each day, but as he did, without taking a pause, said, "Con todo respecto, que chulas muñecas!"
English translation: With all do respect, what beautiful dolls!
Flashback #3 Clueless flirting
We had passed by countless time trying to find the Lopez family (less actives) at home but always found it filled with all dogs and no people. Finally, we found one of their sons home and were able to teach him. He seemed quite interested too. Ready to learn more about the Book of Mormon and understand it better.
My comp then began marking his Book of Mormon for him to read for our next lesson. While she did that he turned to me: "So do you like to watch TV? The Big Bang Theory? How about movies? Do you like reading? There is a great library downtown. Do you like dancing?" I was sadly and hopelessly ignorant of what he was doing. Not understanding a word of his Spanish but smiling anyways. He continued: "I work for this restaurant. Great food! You should come sometime and I'll pay." Then turning to Hna. Torres, "You can come too."
My last week of training, a little over a month since "Brian's prayer." We hadn't seen Brian since that last lesson about prophets and Catholic saints, but as we were walking to the church building he pulled up in his motorcycle. It went a little like this:
"What a coincidence seeing you again! ... yeah I've been really busy with school and work... ..when can we meet up again? ... yeah Thursday works great, but how about another day too? ...how about to go out for a cup of coffee, the movies, something like that? ..Can you guys do that? ....no,.. okay,.... well it was great seeing you again!"
He didn't show up that Thursday.