Week 14

Hola,

This week, I've been trying to be like one of the warriors in the army of Helaman, But more on that later.  

For starters, I want to say that the statement: it only rains in Obregon about five times a year is an alternative fact.  It has rained here almost everyday for the past two weeks and rain here is the worst.  The humidity goes up, there is no irrigation, and no one wants to talk with us when it rains.  Also, it's very hard to dry laundry without a dryer.

On the bright side, Mexican food continues to amaze me.  I can buy a fried chicken pizza, which is better than it sounds.  It's pizza, but instead of being cooked on pizza dough, it's cooked on fried chicken.  America, you need to step up your game.  Right now I'm able to eat foods that should give me instant diabetes and I'm still losing weight!!

As I also said, I've been trying to be like a warrior in the army of Helaman.  Firstly to explain this(because there are many reasons for why I've been trying to be like one of them) I want to explain the difference between a warrior and a solder.  In my mind, a solder is someone that is paid to fight in an army.  He is obedient, gets the job done, but at the end of the day returns home to his life away from the fight.  In other words, a solder has invested his mind into his fight, but his heart is not in it.  On the other hand, a warrior is fighting for a cause he believes in.  His whole being is invested in the reason for his fight, and because of this, he always goes the extra mile.  In other words, a solder is fighting for money or another tangible object that can be subject to change.  A warrior is fighting for a cause directly related to the conflict.

Here in the mission I have the choice to be a solder or a warrior for God.  I can choose to serve my mission with the intent of making family proud, or doing what looks good on a college application, and come home at the end of two years feeling accomplished.  Or I can choose to invest my heart into the work.  I can focus on how what I'm doing is saving people from the jaws of death and damnation.  I can choose to consecrate myself to the Lord.  I can choose to follow the advice of President Hinkley and forget myself and go to work.  The difference is that if I choose the latter option- to choose to be a warrior- the work isn't going to end after two years.

Another thing I want to talk about is the power of prayer and worthiness.  To start this story, I first want to thank my parents and everyone else that has been praying for me since I left for my mission.  This story happened on Thursday, when all of the missionaries were invited to a cultural celebration.  At the end of the celebration, I and about five other missionaries crammed into a taxi, which here means ten year old Cadillac, and started the half hour trip home.  About five minutes into the ride home it started to pour down rain.  And about five minutes after that, the car broke down.  as the driver got out to check the engine, some of the missionaries behind me(because I was riding shotgun) jokingly said that I should bless the car.  As they said that, I felt a prompting that I should do just that.  So I laid my hand on the dash of the car and started to offer a silent prayer.  As soon as I thought the words start the car, the engine started up again.  The reason for why I want to share this story is that at the time that I offered that blessing, I didn't feel worthy enough to perform such a miracle.  We hadn't had much success that day, and I was silently complaining for most of the afternoon to God.  As a result, my heart wasn't really invested in the work at that point in time.  And so I prayed afterwords for better understanding.  The response that I received was a big wake up call.

I was told that  I wasn't able to bless that car of myself.  Rather, God knew that we needed a way home that night, and that the prayers of our families, and the promises that he had made with them were what allowed that miracle to take place.  SO the moral of this story is, keep praying for me when I'm on my bad days.

That's all for now

Elder Gooden

Pictures from this week . . .

Week 6

Hola Todos,

This past week, I'd been trying to be like Jesus, but I'll get to that in a minute.  I first want to celebrate the fact that I'm officially in the field.  As such, my P-days have been moved to Monday, so you can expect my emails around now from now on.  

I said that I was trying to be like Jesus this week, and when I say this, I want to focus on Christ's obedience.  As I mentioned in my last email I accepted a challenge to only speak Spanish for my last week of the MTC.  Later on Wednesday though, my district and on other district that had arrived at the same time decided to perform a special musical number in half English and half Spanish.  The expectation was that everyone would sing half in English and half in Spanish.  I immediately said that I would be unable to sing in English, and offered to sing entirely in Spanish, as the entire group needed help with that part.  This idea was initially denied, and so I declined to participate.  

That made a lot of people mad.  One of the other missionaries decided that my judgment was off, and asked me to pray about what I should do.  Thinking that no harm could come from prayer, I followed his advice.  As soon as I started to pray that night, the thought came into my head that I already knew the answer to this. And then I was reminded of a talk the Elder Holland gave at an MTC devotional.  In it he said that we need to become out first converts to the Lord.  The spirit then asked me, what kind of investigators do I want to have?  Do I want investigators that will keep their commitments and obey God all of the time, or do I want them to just do it when it's convenient.  So long story short, I made a lot of other people mad again the next day.  It got bad enough that my companion took me in to seek couple's counseling.

But then after the trial of my faith, miracles started to happen.  For one, the promise that I would understand the language better was made manifest in my online assessment score.  I scored 28% higher than I had on the practice test just a few days before.  Secondly, my mission president got wind of what was happening, and spoke to the leaders of the two districts.  I'm not entirely sure of what happened behind closed doors, but the next thing I knew, everyone recognized that we needed more Spanish singers, and then President Bennett was commending me for my dedication to learning Spanish.  I guess the moral of the story is, after every trial of faith, miracles are brought to pass.  In the words of Thomas S Monson "may we always choose the hard right instead of the easier wrong."   

I'll try to write more about the field next week.  It's just hard to describe a place when you have only been there for on day and spent the entire time inside a church building

Elder Gooden

Pictures from the Mexico City Temple before he left the CCM

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A few extras from Mom and Dad's email -

Companion's names is Elder Casey

When we asked if he needed anything he said dry ice because it is "as hot as it can get here"

"The apartment has no drinkable water, I have a single AC system in the bedroom, and I haven't tried the bed yet.  Right now I'm drinking powerade, and I've been given a bottle filter that can make sewage drinkable."

Week Four

So this week, I have been trying to be like the Brother of Jared.

I've been making a lot of progress with my investigators, and I've been focusing on the need for faith in all things.  Last week I mentioned how I used the temple as a chance to know how to better teach one of my investigators.  Since that experience, I've been able to make a lot of progress with her.  She is still hesitant to get baptized though.  But since the temple, I feel as if I have just been on this amazing spiritual high.  And so this past week, I've been trying to increase my faith so as to better hear the word of the Lord.  

This past week we also started a Latino splits program, and we have gotten to create our own investigators.  It was kind of interesting for my Latino companion to meet an investigator that didn't believe in prayer.  I guess that everyone prays in Peru.  

Language has been coming along really well as well.  I´m now able to conjugate in the passive voice as well as command my investigators to read their scriptures.  It´s been a blast.  I get to go to the temple again today, and I´m going to try to listen to the entire session in Spanish.  

It´s hard to believe, but I've only got about ten more days in the MTC.  At times I feel like I´m ready to baptize the entire mission, and at other times I feel as if I can´t get a single lesson across.  I guess I'll see how prepared I am in ten days.

If anyone has any questions about how MTC life has been, feel free to email me, I love all emails.

Elder Gooden