Moving Bodies

Well, I am going to have to shotgun approach this letter because a a lot has happened.

First of all, I got the package. Yea! Shoes! Thank you so much. I loved the box. I rolled around in it for a good time (just kidding, a little joke that I thought Grandma Dyer might like). Well, we had a multizone this week where we got to listen to Presidente Perez and his wife speak. That was nice except that I wasn't able to be there for half of it because I am working with that elder who ran away from the airport (remember me telling you about how we watched him go through the gates, then he bolted?) and now wants to go home but can´t till we help him. So I have been helping with that. Today we got him squared away and now he can return to Chile. Life in migracion has been getting very hectic so with all the new people coming in that's been a real treat. I would have to say the highlight of my morning, however, has been waiting for this missionary. While my companion and I were waiting (outside next to a giant Catholic Cathedral) we got board so we decided to go inside to check things out. A guy asked me if I could help him. "Sure", I said, and we went back outside to his van. When we got there he opened the door and there was a casket inside. My mood then changed as my companion and I reverently helped this man carry the casket up the stairs and into the church for the funeral (I guess since we were in "church clothes" he thought we might be part of the funeral anyway). We sat and watched from the back as the members had their funeral, but it was all very interesting. I thought, "Here we are... two Mormon missionaries, sitting in the Catholic church showing respect for the dead when almost every day the many, many Catholics won´t even talk to us.... slamming doors in faces and what not. But, I still have respect for them because I know they are still sons and daughters of God and that's what's important. I just don´t think I will be eating any tortillas and red wine any time soon.

Last week we went to one of the biggest stadiums in Central America and I got the neatest opportunity to translate for a Danish soccer player trying to get a spot on the team. Now that I am looking back at all these experiences, I am really seeing how missionary work is so easy to do every day and how it has become part of my life. Work in the area has not gone so well this week because of having to help out all the other people in the mission and with rouge missionaries, it kinda hurts us too. But the work still moves along...

I can´t tell you how hard it's getting to speak and write in ingles. I am dreaming in Spanish, I am thinking en Spanish I am eating Spanish food. (beans, rice and other good heart-healthy vitamins that the human rear end needs to function) and life is just fine. Because when you are about the Lord's work, he makes you happy. It's all about being obedient and willing to do His will. I will be extremely sorry when I finish in 9 months. The only reason I know I have 9 months is because my companion won´t let me forget. I just tell him to be quiet because he has 20 to go, but if I had the shot of trading him places, I would do it in a second.

Well guys, another week has gone by. Hope everything goes well and I pray for every one. I figure if God listens to a mother and a father's prayers, he should definitly answer his missionaries if they are just and worthy.


Love,
Elder Proksch