Fishers of Men

 


As we're rounding down the days of September, it's been nice to finally feel a bit of "refresco" or weather that isn't scorching to the bone. There's been a bit more wind, a tad less of heat in the evenings, and a hint of cinnamon in the air here in Obregon. Sadly, a lot of the people here praise the month of December for the cold; it's hot here and it stays hot for a long time. In our area there is a river/canal that flows close to the road. So when we need to walk to investigators’ or members' houses, it's been nice to see some moving water even if it reeks of a 40-40 tennis score. 

 One of the families that we have been teaching is a family of three kids, a grandma, the mother who works, and the 90-year-old Grandpa. As of now, we're teaching just the kids and the Grandma. The Grandma has a great desire and faith in the power of Christ and has been helping us to get the attention of the kids when they are making their puppy dog stand up on its hind legs and dance like a human. The strapping 90-year-old likes to demonstrate his vigorous strength by sitting down and standing back up. This way he can keep moving around and can continue on with his jolly life. He likes to roam the streets with a smile on his face and as he waves to us, he says "Buenas Jóvenes" or “Hi Young Ones.” 

 

I have found an extra amount of joy in teaching this family along with another family we have found and hope to start teaching soon. I feel a surge of energy to press on as I talk to various people. It's been especially fun to teach the kids with the same images my Mom used in her lessons as a missionary to teach the Plan of Salvation.  

 

Because our area in Obregon is Red for Covid, we don't sing in our sacrament meetings. We listen to either someone playing the hymn on the piano or the recorded version on the Music App. Before administering the sacrament, one of the members played “O God, the Eternal Father” on the piano. With some bit of fear, they followed with the melody and played the best corresponding chords they could. They kept going, sometimes faltering, sometimes adding a moving arpeggio. I felt an understanding of something with and beneath the chords. I felt a connection to other spiritual experiences and a remembrance of the sacrifices made at the sacrament table. 

 

I'm thinking and wishing the best for all of you. 

The Tweedle Dum Elder d'Evegnee

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