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| Korean Ramen for breakfast (thanks for the package mom!) |
This week was especially slow. We had a lot of appointments that fell through, along with a baptismal date, people avoiding us in the streets, even got in a couple of fights! (Well, more of people just yelling at us, but ya know).
This week we had intercambios (I think they're called exchanges) and I went to Casas Grandes for a day. We talked to a few people, 2 of which didn't believe in God (one of which fought us for an hour about how it wasn't possible that God exists and the other who just walked away).
We also went to a lesson that was planned with a family, but when we got there, a man was standing quietly in the corner. When we started the lesson, we quickly realized he was a preacher from a different church. He spent the following hour yelling at us, even shaking, as he told us that we were condemning the people, teaching them false doctrine and that we ourselves were going to go to Hell for what we were doing.
We calmly tried to explain our purpose and our message, but he wouldn't let us speak. At the end, my companion for the day finally had the chance to say something and bore her testimony. She told him, with tears in her eyes, that she would never leave her family, change her life, sacrifice and leave everything that she had ever known to share a lie. And that she was certain of everything that we share. At the end she, one of the girls (15) and I were all crying, while the man continued to shout and the other girl (18) laughed.
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| Got my ears pierced! |
The mission is full of many different types of experiences. Many beautiful, some funny, others hard, and others even unbearable. But the thing that I have felt more than anything else in these 9 months (Yes, tomorrow I will officially have been on my mission for 9 months), is love. This love is often heart warming, soul filling, full of hope and joy, but at times creates a lump in my throat, a painful desperation that the people will open their hearts, will understand the joy that God has waiting for them. That they can know there is an answer to each of these questions that torment their minds, that in this dark and desperate world there is hope and light. God is there. He is real. He knows us all, by name. He feels our pain, mourns with us and rejoices with us, and hopes with all of His perfect love that we will return to Him and let Him heal us.
I love you all, and thank you for all of your love and support.
Have a fantastic week!
Hermana Naatjes
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