Saturday, January 3, 2015

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas! 12/22/14

Last year, right around this week (next week, to be precise), I wrote home about Christmas in Honduras, "Well, I only get one of those." Merry Christmas, Hermanita Pickett--I'm in Honduras for Christmas again. Hurray! I love Christmas as a missionary! 

This Christmas is especially cool because of #HeistheGift. You've all seen that, right? Did you see the largest live nativity video? One of the members here showed us that video. It was epic. If you haven't seen it yet, look it up. And then somebody tell me who the blond guy singing with David Archuleta is, because I'm 70% sure it's Ryan Gosling. 

Anyway, we had a wonderful week! Lisseth, the sweetheart who had put her baptismal date for this week, got baptized on Saturday. She's quite a jokester, so when we went to talk about the baptismal interview, she would put on a somber face after every question, shake her head, and say, "Actually, no, hermanas. I can't do that. You'd better cancel the baptism." But then she'd start laughing. And There were no jokes at all in the interview itself, as we've heard from our District Leader, so it's cool.

Less cool: Lisseth's family didn't really want her to get baptized. So the half hour before the baptism, already in the church and everything, her dad and her sister were both making no secret out of their disapproval for her decision and were kind of trying to  guilt trip her out of it. But Lisseth is a boss. Without a hint of her bromista attitude of the day before, she squared her shoulders, smiled, and said, "That's fine. If my dad doesn't want to baptize me, someone else can. I am getting baptized today because I desire it and I know it is right." Boom. So Lisseth, in the face of her family's lack of support and the freezing water in the baptismal font, entered into a covenant with her Heavenly Father. And she won't ever regret it. 

Last night we had a pretty sweet experience. There is a man in the branch, Hector, who is reactivating right now. He is married and has three children, but none of his family members are members of the church. Hermana Luna went the other day in divisions and met his kids, but not his wife. The other day, we were knocking at their door and a woman who claimed to be their family came out of her house next door and said very brusquely that no one was home and that we should leave. So we were pretty sure that the wife wasn't going to be very interested. But last night we went again, and when we walked in, the first thing I noticed were a picture of the Tegucigalpa temple on one wall and a picture of the Guatemala City temple on another wall. The wife was already smiling and kind when the conversation started, and she warmed up even more when we asked if her husband had explained what these white buildings were and why they are important. She said she knew they are houses of God, but not much else. So we explained about eternal families. That got her attention. So we know have a lovely little family to visit and several souls to help along in their progression toward the Savior. I love being a missionary. 

I love being a missionary! I was telling my comp that I had the weirdest dream that we got bored of introducing ourselves as missionaries and started introducing ourselves as four leaf clover hunters, but when I woke up I thought, "That's ridiculous! I will never ever get bored of introducing myself as a missionary." And that's so true. There are hardly ever moments that I tell someone my name without mentioning the Savior's name with the following breath. I love that! I am so grateful for the time that the Lord has given me to literally bear His name. I love putting my placa on every morning. I love representing my Savior. It's the best thing in the world. 

I hope everyone has the merriest Christmas! I love you all! 

Con amor, 
Hermana Pickett

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