This is not Megan in the Dominican Republic
I was looking at pictures of her the other day and
this reminded me how much I miss this little girl.
We had a really great week in Benjamin. We had some really great
lessons and some investigators are starting to flourish. In particular, there is
one family that I love to visit. The three kids are less active members and the
parents are not members. They have already recieved all the lessons so we have just
been picking a chapter of the Book of Mormon to read or we pick a theme to
learn about and discuss. I always come away from the lessons feeling great. The
mom, Nanci, has such a desire to learn and is so intelligent and kind. This week
in particular we discussed the Plan of Salvation and the potencial we
all have. At the end of our discussion I asked her if she would be baptized. She smiled and
slowly nodded. It was such a satisfying moment for me. She is wonderful. We
have also been meeting with this cute single mom of three. She can't find work
but sells fruit outside her house. I bought an avacado from her and asked if we
could meet with her. Her little girl Melanie is such a doll. She is twelve but
has some kind of height problem and is just a cute little thing. But she loves
to talk. She loves the hymns and asked if we could translate a hymn for her in
English. I wish I could write more about the people we're teaching but... no
time.
This is Megan in the D.R.
I laughed out loud about Spence's description of the dog's
in Mexico. Here in the DR, we also enjoy a numerous amount of stray dogs. The poor
things are disgusting. Every time my companion and I pass one we sing Sara
Mclakin's(?) "In The Arms of an Angel" (if you haven't seen this
commercial consider yourself lucky). There is also a dog that has it out for
Hermana Thomas and me. This dog is always very calm until we walk past and then it
goes crazy and does this scary growl and follows us. We have started taking a
very round-about route to make it past this pup. #dogproblems... (are hashtags
still cool)?
Today for P-day we played volleyball with the district and the district next to us. Because the majority of the missionaries are from South America it was actually more soccer-volleyball. It was really fun. The D.R. is very different than its fellow Latin American countries in that soccer is nowhere near being the sport of choice. Baseball is clearly number one. Basketball is second. The people here that are into baskeball are very familiar with the Utah Jazz and they love Karl Malone and John Stockton. You may think I missed the NBA finals - but I knew exactly what was going on.
Transfers are next week and as always, there is a buzz in
the air from all the missionaries, wondering what's going to happen. We shall see.
Right now there is a
cute little girl in the internet cafe that has pulled up a chair next to me and
is leaning over me intently watching every word I type - not understanding any
of it.
Les quiero,
Hermana Meg
"Salvation" in Mormon thought is not a reward
hereafter for a life of obedience here. It is, rather,
a process of learning to live by christian ideals; of becoming more christlike
in intent, feeling, and living. Beliefs and rituals are not ends in and of
themselves. They must be translated into lives of integrity and love to be
efficacious.
- Lowell Bennion
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