Think I am feeling a little of what John felt as he
finished writing his accounts of the savior when he said:
"And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written. Amen."
The
memories I have of these two years are one of the most valuable things I
possess. This Friday I had the opportunity to visit Marcala. The joy I
felt to see those people again is the greatest kind of joy one can feel.
We visited this single mother who has four kids (two of which are
twins). As I knocked on their gate I yelled the named of the smallest
of the kids, Mauricio, who is only 4 years old. With out even being able to see
me he came running yelling to the others" Es Elder Torn" (that's how
everyone pronounces my name).
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| Hermana Celemantina and the 4 year old. |
The feeling that I had knowing that they
remembered me is incomparable. After visiting almost all of the other
people we had planned to visit I had become really worried that Freddy (the
guy I baptized in the waterfall) would be working and I wouldn't be able
to see him. Sure enough when we showed up at his house his truck wasn't
there. My stomach just dropped and I thought to myself how rough it would
be to leave without seeing him again. We visited another family that I
really love and they happened to have Freddy's number. I called him, and
before I could even say who I was he asked "where are you? You better
not be in Marcala." He informed me that he was on his farm (about 30
from where I was ). I glanced at my watch and realized that it would be
impossible to wait for him, seeing how the last bus left at 4 and it was
3:45. In a split second it crossed my mind that I could take the bus
that left 5 minutes before 4 and have Freddy wait on the side of the
road. Get off the bus, hug him, take a picture and get on the tiger bus
that would be right behind ours. The plan worked perfectly. The two
minutes I got to take to him again will be forever etched in my mind.
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| Freddy |
As
I said at first, there simply is too much to write, I have felt more
grateful in these last few moments of my mission then I have in all my life. Denis
(who we baptized a few weeks ago) was ordained an Elder on Saturday
and is the new secretary of the branch. Maybe the only thing that has
been rough is that I won't be here for Estefannys baptism. She has been
the most perfect investigator in history.
I
tried my best to emulate the Savior in these two years. I now
understand some what of what the Savior must have felt when he was in his
personal ministry. The mission requires sacrifice, but it is a source
of incomparable satisfaction. I know he lives. I feel it at the very
center of who I am.
"There
is none to equal him. There never has been. There never will be. Thanks
be to God for the gift of his beloved son, who gave his life that we
might live and who is chief , in moveable, cornerstone of our faith and
his church"
Gordon B. Hinckley
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| Estefanny |
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| Joel and familia |
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| Alan and family |
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| Mama Chu |
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After sacrament I made the whole branch take a picture jaja. classic.
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Elder Thorn. Its nice to feel, that people are glad, withing all the experience that have obtained, while time passes. Honduras is a great place, as in every country. althought we only talk like 2 times, i hope greatness of knowledge and faith in your way. Take care. From Comayaguela, honduras
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