blog de 23 de
noviembre--GP
Tomorrow the Honduran national elections take
place and for three days we are advised to stay in our confines, eat our food
storage, put up our Christmas tree, eat our food storage [and turkey and
pumpkin pie] and watch football.
Both major parties and their candidates for
President are corrupt and one supposedly is backed by the drug cartels. The losing one will probably react with
violence. Today the temple was closed
and tomorrow all of the wards and branches in the country will only meet for
Sacrament Meeting.
While exercising this morning around the
confines of the compound, I noticed two ladies approaching me wearing Nike and
Adida attire. One looked to be about 40
the other 20. I talked to them for
awhile and learned the mother and daughter are not members of the Church but
live close by. They usually walk in a
park that is part of a military base and considered safe but dangerous to get
to. It was closed today like quite a few
places and one of their neighbors suggested they walk here.
They mentioned they used to watch me make the
rounds outside the compound. They were
grateful the guards let them in and they really enjoyed the smooth unbroken
sidewalks, beautiful gardens, and temple.
Sometimes the temple President, who is
Honduran, joins me and, as we walk, he practices speaking English. I introduced him to the two walkers. Sunday I will refer the sister missionaries to
meet them.
Every day in the temple I see and feel the
great blessing the temple brings to the members. As I see and talk to the non-members who are
drawn to this beautiful place, I realize that the temple is a real beacon of
light and goodness to a people subdued and smothered by evil and corruption in
their native countries. The Spirit bears
witness to me that the Lord’s Plan of Happiness is true, evidenced not only as
I help the members receive their temple blessings but also as I witness the
hand of the Lord preparing his children in darkness to receive the Gospel and
begin their journey to the temple.
I’ve got to go now. The turkey is done, the
pumpkin pie is waiting, what a wonderful Cook I married. She just finished
decorating a beautiful tree.
Love Dad/Grandpa
I love you Dad. That post made me cry a little. Thank you for your testimony of the temple, for spreading the gospel, and sharing your experience with us. I can feel the spirit so strong when I read the blog posts from both of you. And thanks for loving my mom, appreciating her, and taking care of her. I really like picturing your Honduran Thanksgiving! So fun to have a new sort of holiday!
ReplyDeleteI see what you did there. Cook. Nice. Have we heard that one before?
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