Monday, July 26, 2010

Why God Doesn't Bet


Hey family and Friends! How are things in the warmer portion of the hemisphere?
First I wanted to thank Andi and Gloria for the letters. Gloria, gracias por lo que hizo por mi familia, lo sé que a veces son porfiados, y Jeffrey.. bueno, yo creo que ya sabe. Ojalá que nos veamos un tiempo en el futuro. And Andi, thanks for staying crazy :)
Grandma and Grandpa, you said: "We love you--> te queremos"

We don't ever plan how we are going to live our lives. We think we do. Every day Elder Mondalgo and I make plans, and I don't think there has been one day were everything happened how it was supposed to. We are at the mercy of the dice that are thrown every day at our feet. We simply respond to what is around us. That is really the secret to happiness. Letting go of the imaginary control we think we have, accepting the will of the Lord, and being content with it. Learning to let go and move on.
Changes were this past week and we really didnt want to go. We have just been starting to find people and we really love the hermanas in the ward with us. They really made the sector fun. The zone also was very cool and we were all really close. I admit I really didnt want to leave Los Cantaros. Yet so many elders were leaving and leaving a lot of sectors empty. We are prime targets to leave as well because there are four of us in one area. We were dreading it.
Things were going great with a new family the Monquez family. We found them knocking doors one day. We had been knocking for hours and were about to go to another family because it was so cold out that we thought that we were going to get sick. Then out of nowhere we knock a door and a twenty something punk kid walks out. "Oh great," I thought. I immediatly ate my words when we invites us in and have some coffee (NOT what you guys are thinking about). We got to meet the rest of the family soon thereafter. The mother turned out to be a member and is awesome! She has the twenty year old son Franchesco and the eleven year old daughter Karina. They are a family of gold and went with us to church last sunday. They really have potential.
Thats what I was thinking about when I was looking at the cell phone display screen flashing "Office calling..." I slowly picked up the phone and awaited the voice on the other end. Some of the longest pauses come at times of great anticipation. As elder Mondalgo and I sat there waiting for the Office elder to give us the news, it felt like I spent more time waiting for changes than I did being in it.
"Elders, we just want you to know that these changes are inspired by dios. Thats why we the president decided that both of you should stay in your sector for another change."
We dont really know what is going to happen, what God has in store for us, as much as we think we do. For whatever reason I am still here, I am happy for it. And I am going to find out why.
Thanks for everything that you guys do for me. I look forward to reading the events of the week every monday. Love you guys!
Elder Westover

Monday, July 19, 2010

The Man with the Razor


Hey Everybody!
Thanks for all your support this week! Its been a challenge, but I think in the end it will all pay off!
Mom, I know exactly how those missionaries feel. We had a great investigator in El Parque that went loved hearing us and was so ready to get baptized, but her machoistic husband didnt want any part of it, and it began causing a real problem in their relationship. As much as we wanted to keep coming over and teaching her, we couldnt risk the fragilility of their marriage and so we stopped teaching her. Sometimes the Lord puts us in a position to open doors, even though we may not be there to see them walk through it. But yeah it was really hard, Im not gonna lie.
Today I wanted to share an experience I had yesterday that made a big impression on me. We had a sector slam in El Castillo yesterday. El Castillo is an area in our zone and a sector slam is where all the missionaries go and are set loose in one area, for those who didnt know.. So anyway, we got sent to this area. It is known to be one of the poorer areas in the mission. I didnt know how poor it was because any time I went on divisions there for a day, it was light out.
Growing up in church, every little boy has the misconception that they will go to some unknown country, hacking away jungle brush, strangling snakes with your bare hands, and baptizing people by the thousands. When I first got into the mission, I embarassedly had that vision. I know now differently. However, going into Castillo was one of those experiences that makes you feel like one of "those" missionaries. Everyone was outside. All the kids were playing soccer with a worn down ball, yelling things at us. People congregated around firepits that they lit out in the dirt streets. Okay, technically they are paved, but I dont think anyone from municipal has been over for more than a century. The houses are built by the residents, I suppose. All of the houses look different, because they are all made of an assortment of materials. There are about five billion churches, and all of them have been converted into night clubs, if they only played songs saying how awesome Jesus was. They really dont understand what the spirit is. But thats a different email. Why I am describing this is because while we were there we met the man with the razor. He stopped us in the streets, calling to us in English. This was not uncommon. Almost everyone tried to talk to us in English. But this man was different. He began asking us questions ABOUT english, not just yelling curses. "How do you pronounce apple?" He would ask. We patiently explained the basic principles of English and tried to find out what he really was looking for. But there was one thing that really struck me. At the end of our strange conversation in the streets of El Castillo, he asked us how to say God Bless You. "G- God?" he said in a slow stammering tone, as if he didnt even know what the word was. I honestly dont know what it was in that moment that srtuck me, but somehow the way he said it reminded me of how many people dont even know wbout God or about his plan for us. I guess it helped to strengthen my determination to spread the word God to all those "men with razors". I know that god blesses everyone of us, no matter how badly we abuse the privilage of this life. He is always ready to accept a sincere prayer for repentance and a broken heart. Things are not always as simple as "sorry" or "Ill try not to do it again", but the answer is always the same.
Thanks for everything guys! Mom, dont worry, ill find some wool socks here.
Con Amor,
Elder Westover

Monday, July 12, 2010

Spiritual Accidents

Hey everybody!
I hope everyone is doing well and warm, unlike the poor kid in Chile who is still suffering from the cold. But things are still looking up. We have been having success in some suprising ways this week. We havent been having the numbers we´ve wanted, but the Lord has been blessing us in unexpected ways.
The other night, Elder Mondalgo and I were at the door of a house when the phone rang. It was the zone leader. He wanted to know the full name of one of people we baptized. I told it to him and hung up the phone. Then I stared at it for a long long time. Its funny really, the way God works. Im not sure if he just lets things happen or if he just guides us ever so slightly in the right direction sometimes. Regardless of the reasons, I ended up calling one of the less actives that we were working with. To this day, if you ask me why I did it, I would not be able to tell you. It might have been the Holy Ghost telling me what to do, or it could be just me running through my normal rounds. Whatever the reason, I called her. She said we could come over later that night.
When we came by later that night, we found the house oddly quiet. This fact is significant, since the house is normally occupied by her four screaming daughters all under the age of thirteen. I feel bad for her sometimes. You can see the battle worn house; marker on the walls of a pretty flower, makeup smeared on the ground and the table, and the TV was always on some loud annoying program. Yet for some reason it was quiet. Only the soft sounds of classical music filled the room. When I walked in, I almost raced back out, afraid I had accidently walked into the wrong house. But the melodeous singing in the next room reassured me that we were in the right place. Susan Ramirez, a single 35 year old mom of four bounced into the room, humming some made up song. Susan was a very outgoing person and is always floating around like nothing is wrong. But having taught her a few times, I know it is only a façade she has created for her children. On the inside she is tormented every day by the dreaded prospect of raising her family by herself. She doesnt ever show it, but she is hurting. She reminds me of the movie "Its a Beautiful Life" how the father never wants to show his son whats really going on. We chatted for a little bit about what was going on with work, Mundial, etc, etc. She had apparently put her kids to bed early. We had prepared to watch one of those little cartoon videos of the book of mormon; it was the only thing that kept the four girls tranquilized with entertainment for a half hour. Being well equipt missionaries and always prepared, we decided to share one of the mormon messages, a new favorite tool of mine. Before we watched it, she turned to me and asked: "Whats the point of going to the temple?" I looked at her with a stunned gaze. She wasnt super active anymore, but she grew up in the church and knew why it was important to go to the temple. "Its the castle where princes and princesses become kings and queens forever," was my simple explination. Then all of the sudden, our purpose for being at her house became clear. "I just dont see any point of going to the temple if I dont even have a family." She responded quietly. "Oh," I accidently said out loud.
We watched Motherhood, as well another one by Elder Holland. By the end of both of the videos, neither of which we planned on watching, Susan Ramirez took off her mask and began crying. Some of the things were very spiritual and powerful, but very sacred and special. I dont think I will ever forget what I learned at that house. I can say that I walked away with an immesly great respect for mothers and understanding some reasons why women and men were created the way they were. I want to thank my mom for what she has given for me and I wanted to say mom, thank you for everything you are.
I dont know why I felt prompted to call Susan, nor do I claim to know how things worked out the way they do. It could be inspired, or it could just be what happened that day. Whatever the case may be, all I know is that we need to just do what we are expected to do, and the Lord will take care of the rest.
Take Care family!
Con Amor,
Elder Westover

Monday, July 5, 2010

Dia de Independencia!

Well Im glad to hear that veryone had a good time at Zions and the 4th was good. Mom, I got your package, and I am loving it!! I know it takes so long to get anything here and its kind of a pain a lot of times, but Im glad that you guys keep sending them.
I dont have a whole lot of time today, but I wanted to relate a story about Patricio, the man who changed his life around for the church. The other day he broke my heart. We went by and he was drunk and cigarettes littered his house like crumpled up pieces of paper. It almost made me cry listening to his half drunk slurs and mispronounced words.
Leaving his house made me sick, knowing that I had let him go, slowly slipping ever farther away from what is the everlasting gospel. I know now a little bit more how Heaveny Father feels when we slip up or make a mistake. He is not angry, he is not ready to lift up his sword of justice and gleefully smite us down. I realized what he will be doing as the evil are swept into an everlasting pit of sorrow and dispair: crying. He doesnt want to be just, but he has to. For us to be saved, his plan has to be just. I know that my experiences here are making me understanding just a little bit more how God feels towards his children. I was given the privilage of being at the confirmation of Luis and Cesar, the 70 and 19 year old. As one is failing, two are coming into the fold. Being at their confirmation reminded me of being at a baby shower or something. It was the beginning of two new lives. Two lives that will journey through this life and try as hard as they can to obey their father. I wanted to just hold them there and not let them go, knowing what could happen to them. That I think would be another thing I imagine God felt as he sent us here.
I am appreciating the love of god more and more each day and understanding just a little bit more what it means to be a child of God.
I love you All!
Con Amor,
Elder Westover (the kid who celebrated the fouth of July in Chile)