This week has been a pretty awesome one for us. For
one, CHRISTMAS!!! I got some much needed socks from my companion's mom
(a missionary can never, ever have enough socks). And a bunch of goodies
from my family (peach rings!). Other than that, Christmas was a lot different
than at home. For one, Salvadorans celebrate Christmas on the
24th. Don't ask me why, because I have no clue. The other main
difference is that instead of spending the day with family, the nonmember
population of Ilobasco just have parties. And at these parties they
combine their two favorite past times, playing with fireworks and
drinking. Really intelligent, I know. Between the bolos attempting
to sing, and the fireworks going off every few seconds, I didn't get a lot of
sleep on Christmas Eve. (Editor's note: "bolo" is slang for drunk person).
On the bright side, we got three Christmas dinners! First
off was chicken and rice at the house of an investigator of the other
Elders. Second was "panes rellenos" (stuffed bread, like a warm sub sandwich) from a member family. And third
was "baleadas" (I think that´s how it's spelled), a Honduran food that's kinda
like a quesadilla with beans. And then we took a cake to a recent
convert! He's a great guy, but a recovered bolo who didn't want to leave
his house at all on the 24th because all of his friends were drunk, and he
didn't want to have to deal with the temptation of alcohol. So we went and
spent a some time with him. And he had fireworks!
We spent a lot of the rest of the week trying to make up
lost time with lessons, because it's almost impossible to meet with people here
on Christmas. We've done a lot of walking over the last few days.
And by a lot, I mean probably 15 miles a day! But all of the hard work
has paid off. We have two new investigators who will be baptized by the
end of January, even if they don't know it yet! One of them said that he
wishes he would have joined our church a couple of years ago when he met the
missionaries for the first time. We've found some more very positive
people that we're teaching right now. And then there are the drunken
angels.
We were out in Colonia Alcaine (a neighborhood on the north
side of town) yesterday just before sunset. We had just made a
hasty exit from a member's home because her daughter was mad that we gave
pamphlets to some of the kids (member's grandkids). Crazy, I know, but
people have their agency. We were walking down the street on our way to
go to another neighborhood about 10 minutes away, when we were stopped by an
old man standing on a street corner. He was probably 65 or so, and was
hard of hearing, so it took a while to communicate with him who we are and what
our message is. While Elder Hood was talking to him, another man walked
up in a cloud of alcohol vapor and told us to ignore the old man, that he's a
drunk and that he isn't all there mentally. Elder Hood told him
"Este hombre es un hijo de Dios" (this man is still a child of God),
and continued talking to the old man. As we were writing down his name and phone
number, an old investigator walked by. Elder Hood and his old companion
lost contact with him because he was in San Salvador for a couple of months. But
he's back in Ilobasco now, and very excited to meet with us again! When I
turned around after saying hi to our new-old investigator, the old man had
disappeared. I know that he was probably just an old bolo, but in that
moment he was an angel of the Lord, keeping us where we needed to be. The
other bolo was a temptation for us to leave, but just like the other temptations
in life, he left when rebuked. The Lord truly does work in mysterious
ways!
Love,
Elder Colton West
El Salvador, San Salvador East Mission
Editor's Note: this is an excerpt from Colton's personal email to Cheyenne yesterday. I thought this was interesting info on his area and how hard they work so she shared it with me to post here:
A bit more about down here... Well, we live in the part of town aptly named "El Centro" (the center, which is exactly where it is). Our proselyting area (where we work) starts about a mile away in a neighborhood called La Palma. We have the outer neighborhoods on the west and north side of the city (La Palma, Alcaine, Jardines, La Elen, and a tiny part of El Siete). The farthest point we've been from our house is about 5 miles or so, on the far side of La Elen. And yes, we walk it all. So we're walking 10-15 miles on an average day. Unless we take a moto-taxi. I'm not even sure how to begin to describe those! I'll send a picture of one next week.
Editor's Note: this is an excerpt from Colton's personal email to Cheyenne yesterday. I thought this was interesting info on his area and how hard they work so she shared it with me to post here:
A bit more about down here... Well, we live in the part of town aptly named "El Centro" (the center, which is exactly where it is). Our proselyting area (where we work) starts about a mile away in a neighborhood called La Palma. We have the outer neighborhoods on the west and north side of the city (La Palma, Alcaine, Jardines, La Elen, and a tiny part of El Siete). The farthest point we've been from our house is about 5 miles or so, on the far side of La Elen. And yes, we walk it all. So we're walking 10-15 miles on an average day. Unless we take a moto-taxi. I'm not even sure how to begin to describe those! I'll send a picture of one next week.
This week's pictures:
Us singing at the branch Christmas dinner. |
Elder Hood trying to give a pass-along card to a cow! |
This is Mish.
He lives with the member who put on a fireworks show for us. He hunts ants, plays with the straps of my backpack, and sometimes tries to eat my shoelaces |
Proof that my family loves me. They sent me Sriracha! |
Editor's pic! Skype call with our happy missionary!!!! |