Today was Stake Conference. There were powerful messages from very knowledgeable men. If someone thinks that there are only people here with limited education, well, think again. These talks would fit anywhere in the world. Here is a picture of a priesthood leader and his wife who came in from one of the stakes. You can see by the nice bus that isn't one of the poor areas in the mountains.
Some may wonder if all we do is tend kids and help adults. I would say that that isn't all we do, but it's a rewarding activity we've been assigned on Saturdays and we can't take pictures or talk much about our activities the other four days of the week.
Yesterday was special for me. Nothing quite excites me as much as talking to and working with these wonderful people from this large temple district. I can't get enough. I even go get on the buses with them. Some kid around with me and tell me to get off their bus or some try to persuade me to go home with them. Yesterday I was going up and down the aisles between tables in the dining room with a garbage can or sack and talking to them as if I was the city garbage collector and honking like the open bed trucks do when they come by picking up trash in town. It's like the Tenney boys used to do in Prescott--but I do it even better here in Quetzaltenango!
The people from the mountains are so unique and fun, but you have to keep blinders on because there are so many moms nursing their babies.
Working in the temple brings an increased awareness of the sacredness of this work. I'm thankful for people like my mother who provide the names thru the indexing program. These names, for the most part, keep the temples going. All of the ordinances for all the children of God will be done at some point. That is incomprehensible. And each ordinance must be done one by one by one.
We talk quite often with members who made that terrible bus ride (old buses, day and night) to Mesa to do their temple work. This went on through the 50's, 60's, and 70's. Those were modern pioneers. Some made the trip 4 or 5 times. I talked to an old lady yesterday about the trip.
I have a great picture of two boys going in by the side door to be sealed to their parents. There are two temple workers with them. They wait in a special room--the guarderia--over here in the annex and then go in by a door that is right next to the sealing room in the temple.
From your very loveable and adoring father who loves you.
Some may wonder if all we do is tend kids and help adults. I would say that that isn't all we do, but it's a rewarding activity we've been assigned on Saturdays and we can't take pictures or talk much about our activities the other four days of the week.
Yesterday was special for me. Nothing quite excites me as much as talking to and working with these wonderful people from this large temple district. I can't get enough. I even go get on the buses with them. Some kid around with me and tell me to get off their bus or some try to persuade me to go home with them. Yesterday I was going up and down the aisles between tables in the dining room with a garbage can or sack and talking to them as if I was the city garbage collector and honking like the open bed trucks do when they come by picking up trash in town. It's like the Tenney boys used to do in Prescott--but I do it even better here in Quetzaltenango!
The people from the mountains are so unique and fun, but you have to keep blinders on because there are so many moms nursing their babies.
Working in the temple brings an increased awareness of the sacredness of this work. I'm thankful for people like my mother who provide the names thru the indexing program. These names, for the most part, keep the temples going. All of the ordinances for all the children of God will be done at some point. That is incomprehensible. And each ordinance must be done one by one by one.
We talk quite often with members who made that terrible bus ride (old buses, day and night) to Mesa to do their temple work. This went on through the 50's, 60's, and 70's. Those were modern pioneers. Some made the trip 4 or 5 times. I talked to an old lady yesterday about the trip.
I have a great picture of two boys going in by the side door to be sealed to their parents. There are two temple workers with them. They wait in a special room--the guarderia--over here in the annex and then go in by a door that is right next to the sealing room in the temple.
From your very loveable and adoring father who loves you.
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