16th of March 2014
Dear Loved Ones,
I 'll try to pull up any creativity that I can find. I feel that I don't have much to work with. For example, I told Jeanine that some of the pictures I wanted to take, I couldn't because anywhere you looked, there was a baby "on the receiving end." Jeanine thought that was a little weird. But, oh well, that's the best that I can do.
Every March the wards and stakes budget for a bus trip to the temple because the Relief Society Birthday is a BIG deal. Maybe you could compare it to a BYU Women's Conference. The temple is the place to be.
Even if they are very old, or crippled, or just don't have a recommend to show, they come. Jeanine and I have the assignment to stay with those outside the temple. We teach the kids and/or orient new converts or non-members about the temple. On Saturday we had a children's class going [we were just finishing it up] and another group showed up. [There literally wasn't a spot available on the floor or on any chairs.] So I grabbed the visual aids and put the children on the steps going up to the next floor of our annex building. There was an adult up on the top and when Jeanine finished up the other class, she joined me and we taught from the bottom. We had them trapped! [or contained might be a better word :)] It was good.
[When we finished with the lesson, we took the kids outside for the coloring activity to reinforce our lesson and have something to take home with them. It was a perfectly beautiful day outside.
]
You can see the rows of micro buses in the background. There was a man around here that is a reporter for the church magazines. He will have something about the tradition here of going to the temple for the Relief Society birthday. I take pictures of people and buses hoping that I can help get something in the Liahona.
I have a picture of a lady in a wheelchair who had been in a bus accident. She is so damaged that all she could talk about is wanting to die. [She lost one eye and is a complete invalid]. Very sad.
Another interesting experience was visiting with a young mother and her mother-in-law, whose husband/son had been murdered. When we were here before it seemed that almost every family had someone in their extended family who had been murdered. It is a reality of life here.
When wards send their youth for baptisms they are expected to send a team of brethren to perform the ordinances of baptisms and confirmations. That doesn't always happen. Recently I told them that I would love to perform the baptisms. They were very happy to have me volunteer. I'm getting to do lots of baptisms, which I like. It is really different when adult women come for baptisms. They aren't very flexible and you can't get them down, then their feet come out from under them and you can't get them back up! They you have to use psychology to get them to do it again.
Lastly, tonight, I'm far from accomplished in the Spanish language, but I'm thrilled at some of the expressions that I can use to communicate with. Life is good.
Hasta luego,
Dad/Spencer/or some other name you give me when you're mad.
PS: Check out the little boy tending his brother while his mother is in the temple. There was a little girl also with a tiny baby on her back, but we didn't get a picture of her.
Even if they are very old, or crippled, or just don't have a recommend to show, they come. Jeanine and I have the assignment to stay with those outside the temple. We teach the kids and/or orient new converts or non-members about the temple. On Saturday we had a children's class going [we were just finishing it up] and another group showed up. [There literally wasn't a spot available on the floor or on any chairs.] So I grabbed the visual aids and put the children on the steps going up to the next floor of our annex building. There was an adult up on the top and when Jeanine finished up the other class, she joined me and we taught from the bottom. We had them trapped! [or contained might be a better word :)] It was good.
[When we finished with the lesson, we took the kids outside for the coloring activity to reinforce our lesson and have something to take home with them. It was a perfectly beautiful day outside.
]
You can see the rows of micro buses in the background. There was a man around here that is a reporter for the church magazines. He will have something about the tradition here of going to the temple for the Relief Society birthday. I take pictures of people and buses hoping that I can help get something in the Liahona.
I have a picture of a lady in a wheelchair who had been in a bus accident. She is so damaged that all she could talk about is wanting to die. [She lost one eye and is a complete invalid]. Very sad.
Another interesting experience was visiting with a young mother and her mother-in-law, whose husband/son had been murdered. When we were here before it seemed that almost every family had someone in their extended family who had been murdered. It is a reality of life here.
When wards send their youth for baptisms they are expected to send a team of brethren to perform the ordinances of baptisms and confirmations. That doesn't always happen. Recently I told them that I would love to perform the baptisms. They were very happy to have me volunteer. I'm getting to do lots of baptisms, which I like. It is really different when adult women come for baptisms. They aren't very flexible and you can't get them down, then their feet come out from under them and you can't get them back up! They you have to use psychology to get them to do it again.
Lastly, tonight, I'm far from accomplished in the Spanish language, but I'm thrilled at some of the expressions that I can use to communicate with. Life is good.
Hasta luego,
Dad/Spencer/or some other name you give me when you're mad.
PS: Check out the little boy tending his brother while his mother is in the temple. There was a little girl also with a tiny baby on her back, but we didn't get a picture of her.
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