El blog de 7 de junio, 2014 (per Glade)

The chairs at our ward building that are in the classrooms are particularly uncomfortable for my back.  I’ve been enduring them in pain for the past 14 months.  Until our ward was divided a few weeks ago the High Priests met in the chapel and I only had to make it through Sunday School.  With the division, we were moved into a classroom making it two straight hours required on the chairs.  Hermano Pavon, a High Priest, recognized my plight, marched me down to the Stake President’s office and told him that I needed one of his cushy chairs with a high back.  Today was the most comfortable Sunday of my mission.

A year ago when I was making my exercise rounds every day near the temple, I made it a habit to talk to as many Hondurenos as possible.  With some, a friendship progressed daily to conversations about the church, giving them a copy of the Book of Mormon, and inviting them to receive the missionaries.  With others, only a “buenos dias, como esta?  Today at church a man, obviously not a member, sat down near me who looked familiar.  Elder Basset, one of the other temple missionaries, had invited him.  He introduced me to him with the words, “I think you two have met.”  The man then told me that a year ago I had stopped and talked to him on the street by his newly built house.  [This is the house, as it was being built, in front of which I had frequently talked to the overnight guard who ended up being taught by the missionaries.]  I had talked to the owner of the house only a time or two. The man went on to say that he had thought about my words but hadn’t seen me for a long time.  Last week he had noticed a North American man on the street who he thought was me and told him he wanted to learn about and come to the church.  Brother Bassett complied.  The lessons I learned from this experience are:

·       You don’t always need to do a lot of talking for the Spirit to do the work.

·       Maintain a frequent contact with the people whom you introduce to the gospel so they don’t think you are now 81 years old when last year you were 65.  [Yes, Elder Bassett is short and bald but he is 81 yrs. old!]

·       The field is white [like our hair] and ready for the harvest!