Missionary Work. An oxymoron for "A Light Burden" or "Something that is work, but doesn't feel like it".
Missionary "work" is the greatest "work" that I have ever done and has given me the greatest joy that I have ever felt.
This week while teaching Jorge, we were asking him all of the baptismal interview questions to make sure that he knew them all and could pass la entravista.....I forget what that is in Ingles. He is a little bit older, 60 years old, and doesn't remember things very well because he did drugs for so long. Well, when we asked him all of the baptismal questions, he answered them perfectly. It was a huge tender mercy for Hermana Carter and I. We went home that night and couldn't help but express our gratitude that all of our hard work will be paying off......THIS SATURDAY! Our ward mission leader came up to us at church yesterday and asked if we could have Jorge's baptism on Saturday instead of Sunday. Jorge was right next to us and he thought it was a great idea. We didn't see why not, and so we'll be having his service one day early! We can't wait!
Yesterday at church was a really special experience for Hermana Carter and I. We were able to see the fruits of our labors these past few weeks. We had the most amount of investigators, less actives, and recent converts at church that we have had in this area for the past several months. We had 4 investigators come, 4 less actives, and 2 recent converts. It was incredible! The numbers aren't important, but it's what the numbers mean that is. Each is someone who is growing and progressing in the gospel. I was so happy yesterday and could feel the Spirit so strong at church and what made it even better was that they were all there to enjoy it with me. Just like it should be and will be in heaven one day. Even though we worked really hard to get every single one there, I felt the most success and joy with one of our less actives who came to church. Her name is Blanca. Hermana Jane and I had been visiting her and she didn't really want anything to do with the church. She was baptized about 5 years ago, but on her most recent teaching record it says that she had lost her testimony of the Book of Mormon and saw no purpose in coming to church. These same feelings were expressed to Hermana Jane and I when we went to go visit her. But one shovel at a time, and with the Lord's help, we moved a mountain with our faith. I saw her sitting in the congregation during sacrament meeting and my heart was overwhelmed. After the meeting, I ran up and gave her a huge hug. I told her how happy I was to see her there and how grateful I was that she came. You should have seen the look in her eyes. She was glowing. This little 5 foot, 50 year old, Hondurian sister of mine was glowing. I can't put in to words my happiness in those moments.
That is what is all about right there. Bringing my family into/back into the fold of God. If this is just a taste of what eternal joy is like, I am excited to see ALL of my brothers and sisters in Heaven one day.
I love this missionary "work"!