Last Few Days In The MTC

Wow, I can't believe how fast time flies. I feel like I just arrived here yesterday. For the past couple weeks, my district got to welcome all the new missionaries!! It was way fun. It was kind of funny to see all their faces and notice how stressed/freaked out they were because I remember being exactly like that! It's about to happen all over again as I enter into the field. AHHHH I'M SO PUMPED!! I can't wait to be living the dream on the west coast, reeling in the Lord's sheep and serving the people.

 

 

So Halloween here was insane. The city didn't sleep for about 3 days. Cannons and fireworks were going off like crazy, I loved it. But the day after Halloween is quite different. They call it "Diá de Muertos' ' which means day of the dead. It's a very sacred time for the natives. Cemeteries all over the city are decorated with flowers and lights. They set up little memorial decorations all over their home. They do this to remember their dead. On this day, they believe that all the ancestors and past loved ones come to visit them as spirits. It's actually really weird and creepy. But it was really cool to learn all about the culture.

 

 

Nothing super crazy has happened this week. It's been a pretty average week. We have 4 investigators now and teach 2 lessons every day. Mi companero and I have gotten to the point where we don't need to read the pamphlets or little Spanish books in the lessons anymore. We can teach the first three lessons pretty well. El don de langues is real. (the gift of tongues)

Last night was a very humbling experience for me. Our teacher took us to another classroom where 4 natives were sitting. They are all inactive members who volunteered to be taught by us. So we taught one of them about the importance of attending church and receiving personal revelation. Oh. My. Gosh. Hardest lesson of my life... He spoke at about 200mph and knew zero english. There were a lot of awkward silences, every time he said something we would just smile and think of something to say hoping it was what he needed to hear. It was extremely difficult to understand him. He spoke for about two minutes straight about something and I only understood about 30% of it. My face after he spoke reminded me of Elder Calhoun from the movie "The Best Two Years", I was clueless. In my head I was thinking, "Oh I'm in trouble, that's not the language they taught me in the MTC". I spent much time on my knees that night.

There's no amount of space or enough words to explain how much I have learned here in the MTC. The Lord has shown me my weaknesses and made them strong. I am weak and simple. That's all I am. I am weak and simple, like a small child, so that The Lord can build me up and mold me to what He wants me to be. My testimony of Christ and His mercy has grown exponentially. He was chosen to do His Fathers will before the millennium of time. But he wasn't forced. Never forget that. Before the heavens and the earth were created, Jesus Christ, our redeemer, volunteered to make the ultimate sacrifice. He didn't have to do anything, but He chose to feel every pain, temptation, trial, tribulation, sickness, and many more indescribable feelings so that when the time came, he would be there for us to say "My son, my daughter, I know exactly what you are going through. You are not alone. I am here". He is perfect so that we wouldn't have to be. My walls are His walls.

 

 

Jesucristo es mi salvador, mi redentor, y mi hermano. I look forward to the day when He will welcome me into the gates of heaven and embrace me with His arms.

 

 

I love you all. Thank you for everything.

 

 

Con amor,

Elder Felt

 

 

Below are pictures of my zone and my awesome companion, Elder Davis