Pitching the Gospel in Mexico: Super Dead

Hello everyone! This week was a slow one and there isn't too much to talk about. We visited a lot of inactive families and most of our appointments fell through. Only a couple things happened.

This week we attended a funeral. I don't know if funerals are weird here or if it is just the family but it was like a 3 day process. They love when the white guy talks so I gave like 3 different talks about the plan of salvation so that was pretty sweet. The thing that was scary was it was in their house and behind me was his dead body. He was super dead. (not funny but had to quote Hot Rod). Anyways, I noticed that as I started to talk the words would just flow out of my mouth and I didn't need to worry about my Spanish. The spirit was so strong and it was awesome!

I had another cool experience on Friday. We visited a few inactive families and one of the families we visited I was able to share a message with them. My comp was with the little girl at the table and I decided to share something with the mom. I asked her which story in the Book of Mormon was her favorite. I could tell that she wasn't too familiar with the book because she replied "Lehi and the gold plates". I went on to explain how much I love the story of Nephi and his family. I said how much I love his obedience and faith. I invited her to read the first few chapters of the Book of Mormon with her family and then attend church on Sunday... and she did exactly that. She came to church with her daughter and it was awesome! She told me her goal for the new year is to teach her little girl more about the Gospel and it made me so happy!

Saturday has become a tradition to play soccer. We invite everyone who we see. We found 2 kids named David (12) and Omar (14). We played for a good 45 minutes in the rain. It seemed like every 5 minutes a group would show up and in the end we had like 30 youth there! Omar asked me what happens at the church and I explained to him what we do, what we believe, and so on. He then asked what it takes to be a missionary. I had one of the members explain a little bit about that then I finished it off. I invited both of them to church and they said they'd come... but they didn't. Well that didn't work.

One of the families in the ward literally has a party every day so we end up there for dinner most of the time. Because my Spanish is at the level of a 2 year old, I spend my time with the 2 year olds. I just throw a ball around or play with their toys with them. Ya know, anything to please the rugrats. One of the little boys called me "Papí" so that was probably the highlight of the week.

That is it my dudes. Sorry for the Hot Rod quotes haha. Love you all!

Elder Wilde