WEEK FIFTEEN October 14, 2013
Zone leaders called to say “Thank you for your comments at
the Zone Training meeting last week. We apologize for saying some things we
didn’t mean about being led by the Spirit.” They also offered to give us any
assistance we may need. Sister H thought it was interesting that the ZL who
hadn’t made the comments was the one who called to apologize and wondered further
why would they need to apologize to us anyway.
This week Elder Enrique R. Falabella, of the First Quorum of
the Seventy toured the California Irvine Mission. On Thursday half of our
mission (three zones) met with him in a joint training session from 8 a.m. to
4:40 p.m. Elder Falabella is from
Guatemala where he was a manager with Bayer before his call in 2007 to the
First Quorum of the Seventy.
The attached picture is not of an alien, but rather Sister H
at her eye exam.
Called on a sister, the Eighteen family, who hesitated and
then invited us in telling us we were the first members of the church to be in
her home in quite some time. Raised in Arizona, spent the last few years in
Salt Lake City. Parents served a Senior Couple mission about five years ago and
remain active as does her married daughter still living in Utah. Husband is
Catholic and she seems fearful any interest will affect her marriage. Has an
eight year old daughter who was blessed as a baby who, she wants to be
baptized. Accepted our invitation to find a Primary pal for her daughter,
promised to bring her to Primary, and gave us her email address so she could
receive the ward bulletin. Hasn’t had home teachers or visiting teachers but
said that was difficult with their very territorial dog.
Followed up that meeting with a visit to the Nineteen
family. We had attempted to visit them a couple of times previously but never
found them at home. We finished up with the Eighteen family and I was driving
to get something to eat when Sister H suggested we go the other way and try to
see the Nineteen family again before we eat. Turns out they were leaving for a
movie and we would have missed them had we eaten first.
There is behind a locked gate about fifteen feet from the
front door and the gate was on about a 30 degree angle from the door so when we
rang the doorbell the way we were standing they could not have seen Sister
Haddock. The wife came to the door and I explained that we were missionaries
for the Church and wondered if they would allow us to share a message with
them. She said, “Just a minute and went back into the house. At that moment I
had the impression to move Jan closer to the left so she would be in plain
sight from the doorway. I could overhear the woman telling her husband that
they had a show to go to so she was going to turn us away. When she came to the
door and saw Sister Haddock her just dropped and she retreated back into the
house telling her husband she was going to invite us in and ask us to pray with
them about a Sharon and another family whose name I didn’t catch. She came back
to the doorway and told us they were leaving soon but just couldn’t turn us
away and she opened the gate and invited us in.
They sat us in the living room and were very gracious. She
is a retired English and Spanish secondary education teacher, for over 30 years,
and he was an auto body repairman. Turns out they have studied the church with
sister missionaries some fifteen years ago they had been introduced by good friends
to the church over the years, that family has now moved to St. George. When I
mentioned I had a brother named Greg he said, “If you do then you will never be
able to spell my name.” Without evening thinking and while writing something
down, my mouth began speaking and I was surprised to hear me using a very odd
spelling to which he said, “You are the first person ever able to spell my
name.” I suggested it was prophetic.
Wonderful couple, good spirit in the home. We had a terrific
visit for over an hour and shared some thoughts about the need for a
restoration and the plan of salvation, answered some questions that had never
been resolved before and in doing so he asked if we could come by and have a
discussion with them. So we set up an appointment. The husband said, “Let’s
meet at 3 p.m. that way it won’t you’re your whole day.” I couldn’t figure out
what he meant by the comment so I inquired. Said he, “Oh it will probably take
three hours to answer the questions we have.”
Since I had overheard her comment about praying with them, I
suggested we pray for those they knew who had needs. She was overjoyed and
asked me to be voice praying for the Albrect family who had just lost their
mother and Sharon, an atheist suffering from cancer. As I began praying I felt
a powerful spirit and was given the words to speak. When I concluded both of
them were wiping tears from their eyes. We said warm goodbyes and Sister H and
I floated out of the house. As Jan and I drove away we were fascinated by the
timing that brought us there, her response in seeing Sister H, and my spelling
his name correctly, my overhearing their need for a prayer, and the power of
the prayer and its effect on them. It will be interesting to see what purposes
the Lord desires to accomplish with them through us. Later we learned that our
daughter Kerri had that day put both Elder and Sister Haddock’s names in the
Provo Temple.
Following is a photo of a 213 year old painting that
captured our son’s imagination at four years of age when he loudly announced in
the Serra Chapel at Mission San Juan Capistrano, “Oh so it was the Catholics
who killed Jesus!”
Dashing couple of missionaries at Mission San Juan
Capistrano
This week we also were privileged to attend the baptism of
the wife of the Fifteen family and serve as one of the witnesses. Family and
ward members filled the room to overflowing and a sweet spirit prevailed which
I am sure was felt by other family members in attendance.
We concluded the week with another terrific discussion with
the Six family, our eighth discussion with them. I reminded them that they were
first door to open to us on our mission and he said, “And how happy are we that
you came to our door.”
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