Monday, December 23, 2013

Corina's baptism


FELIZ NATAL!

 

This week was a roller coaster! We had a ton of ups and downs. Worst things first: Sandra and Cristina were marked for baptism yesterday, but they called us on Saturday saying that they were going to spend three weeks in Lisbon helping a sick family member. Turns out they lied and are still in Setúbal... Since we had that Mission Tour with Elder Dyches, all of the mission leaders have been following up like hawks on our progressing investigators which makes things all the more overwhelming. Adriano didn´t pass the interview for the Aaronic Priesthood because he wasn´t living the law of chastity. Last of  all the ward has very little confidence in María Augusta being baptized and remaining strong in the Restored Gospel.

 

But other than that, our week was awesome. María Augusta has been SO STRONG in resisting drugs and cigarettes. She came to church yesterday excited and filled with the Spirit that she testified like crazy in Gospel Principles and Relief Society. I freakin´ love her! We had a lesson with Stella yesterday and she was all serious at the beginning and said, `Look, I don´t want to be baptized this up coming weekend.´ I honestly had a little curdle in my stomach, but she later explained, `I want to be baptized on the same day as my family!´ What now!!! We are so excited to teach the rest of her family. Sílvia and Júlio are getting married today and we moved their baptismal date to the 4th because Júlio isn´t quite prepared yet for baptism. 

 

Yesterday we visited Adriano with a member, Rute. We read the Christmas story in Luke 2, sang `Joy to the World´ and gave him chocolates... Then we talked about chastity... It was hilarious because as we were teaching he said, ´You guys are too young for this,´ so Rute took the reigns and everything worked out. He´s back on track, thank goodness!

 

This week I´ve been playing tons of piano, which is awesome! The ward had a Christmas party, so I played for everyone. We had a Christmas Zone Conference and I sight read the accompaniment for a musical number. I love you guys so much and I am so excited to talk to you through skype!

 

Love,

 Sister Derrick

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Invite Month


December 16, 2013   Week #25


Dear Everyone,


The month of December is the `Invite Month´ for all of the members of the Church in Portugal. All of the leaders have been urging everyone to extend a hand out to those who have fallen away or who aren´t of our faith to come to Church as a gift to our Savior. Well, all I have to say is that this month really is the invite month, because we had 12 people that we invited show up to church yesterday. I never thought I would say this but we almost have too many people wanting to be baptized in December! Right now we´ve marked 7 people for baptism within the next two weeks. AH! This is such a wonderful blessing! Here´s all of them:


Maria Augusta: She´s the drug addict that we´ve been working with lately. Yesterday she came to Church sober and happy! She is continuing to really improve because she wants to change, and not because someone has been nagging her about it. The ward is doubtful, but supportive. We´re all ready to prove to them that this time she´ll make it! Thank you for all your prayers.


Stella: She is a cancer survivor that has a few Mormon friends and acquaintances that got her interested in the Church. We taught her for the first time last week, called her up to set up a next appointment and she said that she prayed about the Book of Mormon after reading and received an answer that this is `the right way.´ After our second lesson with her she said that she wanted us to teach her whole family!


Silvia: We contacted her in the street a month or so ago, and honestly forgot all about her because she didn´t leave her number or address with us. A week and a half ago she called us up because she said that she wanted ‘more orientation’ in her life. She spent 17 years with the Jehovah´s witnesses, but never felt for sure what was really the truth. She also has received the answer that the Church of Jesus Christ is the only true church!


Júlio: Silvia’s boyfriend. He felt awesome at church, but when we taught them the law of chastity he had second thoughts. We´ll be teaching him tonight...


Sandra and Cristina: A mother and 19 year old daughter. They are so talkative it´s almost hard to keep the lesson an actual lesson, but they loved what the Book of Mormon had to say about the Plan of Happiness and what happens after this life here on Earth. They want to be baptized, and are marked for this weekend, but we´ll see if they understand everything they need to. (Seriously, we are at a loss of how to get them to stay on topic!) But the Lord has been preparing them well to hear the gospel.


Jacinto: The gypsies´ 14-year-old son. Lately he´s been avoiding us, but we´ll get to the bottom of whatever is going on with his situation.


Whew! All I have to say is that I´m beat! I really hope things work out with all of them. Tomorrow the Sister Training Leaders are coming for a split to help us out in preparing so many precious souls enter the waters of baptism.

 
Can you believe that 2013 is coming to an end? I can´t believe how fast time has flown! I love you all!

 
Love,

Sister Derrick

Monday, December 9, 2013

Good News!


Dear Everyone,

 

Good news! Both Sister Giberson and I get to stay in Setúbal together for another transfer! It has been a HUGE tender mercy because we have a lot of people marked for baptism this month that we need to take care of. First off, we have María Augusta the drug addict. We are so proud of her this week. We visited or called almost everyday and she almost had a relapse on Wednesday because of her withdrawals, but luckily she has neighbors, friends and family that helped her as well. This week she was completely cockaine and alcohol free! She still has a long way to go, but she has also come a really long way since last weekend thanks to heaven.

 

On the flip side of things Jacinto (the 14 year old son of our gypsy family) through a teenager fit on Friday and refused to be baptized on Sunday. He said that he doesn´t feel ready, but he didn´t say why. We´ll have to bring lots of members with us or go to seminary with him to help him feel the Spirit again. 

 

This week I really learned the importance of obedience. I don´t know the rules in other missions, but here in Portugal we always ask our new investigators to be baptized when they know that the Restoration is true and real in the first lesson. In our second lesson we present a baptismal date for them to work towards and show the importance of gaining a testimony of the message. Lately our investigators weren´t accepting dates for various reasons (family strife, hard hearts, etc) that I was honestly lacking trust in this rule of ours. If you look at it, it really isn´t completely logical to mark a date when the person still hasn´t learned very much, but we kept doing it anyway. On Saturday we were working with a teen recent convert, Tiago, in a second lesson with Leopoldina. We presented the 22nd as a date she could be prepared for baptism, and she accepted without a blink. What was even more... She understood the question! I was honestly shocked to see that she had that much humility and trust in the Lord to accept a baptismal date during our second lesson with her. Wow, the Lord is trying to teach me a lot.

 

Adriano is really turning into a jewel! He walks to Church alone, he talked to the Bishop about preparing for the Priesthood, he signed up for Institute even though he´s 20 years older than everyone in the class, and he´s been working with the Elders! It is amazing to see how much progress he´s made since he received the gift of the Holy Ghost. Seriously, before baptism he was moving about 5 miles an hour spiritually speaking. Now he´s moving at 65 miles per hour, I swear!

 

I just want to say thank you so much, everyone who sent me a package or letter or email or prayer or even a tiny thought. I love you all and I wish that there is more that I could give you all for Christmas!

 

Love,

Sister Derrick

Monday, December 2, 2013

December 2, 2013 - So Many Things Have Happened!


Dear Everyone,

 

So many things happened this week that I am not sure where to start! This week we worked quite a bit with the members in our lessons, which was so much fun. When a lesson fell through we went tracting together, and it has been very beneficial for all of us-- investigators, the members and the missionaries. I´m pretty sure people are a lot nicer to us when they see a Portuguese woman with us! In particular we worked with Jessica, a girl my age that was baptized about a year and half ago. She has many friends in the Church, but she hadn´t gone to Church since the beginning of 2013 because of family complications. The Relief Society President actually asked us to have a lesson together with Jessica a week and a half ago to talk about what we can do to help her. We came to the conclusion that she could go to Institute on Thursday nights and work with us for one afternoon each week. Wow, I tell you what, we must´ve been a really inspired group! We worked with her on Wednesday and Jessica LOVED IT!!! She came to Sacrament Meeting two Sundays ago and she stayed for the full block yesterday. I am so happy that she is starting to feel the Spirit and is remembering her covenant.

 

We saw a great miracle on Thursday. María Augosta is a drug addict that came in contact with some Sisters a year and a half ago and have been investigating the Church ever since. In mission lingo she´s an `eternigator´ or an `eternal investigator´. The Elders before us worked really hard with her, but when we showed up she refused to talk with us. We knocked her door over a dozen times, I swear, but she never was willing to talk with us. Thanksgiving came around (Sister Giberson and I made a little Thanksgiving feast for lunch!) we were walking home and ran into María Augosta! She ran up to us and gave us a HUGE hug (no, she wasn´t hi at the time) and said that this morning she prayed for guidance to finally find the right path that could lead her away from all of her vices and give her a new life. She went for a walk and ran into us!!! She said that after ALL this time she finally believes that the Church is true and she wants to be baptized at the end of the month. Starting Thursday she´s been off cockaine and is going through withdrawals, but she is extremely determined and has a lot of support from the ward. We´ve marked her for the 28th of December to be baptized and it will be an even greater miracle when she succeeds. We are going to visit every single day to make sure she doesn´t have a relapse.

 

Corina (the 10-year-old gypsy) was confirmed yesterday! Every time she prays with us she prays that her brother Jacinto (who´s marked for baptism this Sunday) and her parents to be prepared for baptism as well. She is so young, but so bright with the light of Christ; It is simply amazing. We had a surprise this week from Carmen. The Bishop was out of town for a week and a half, but the Tuesday after he arrived in Setúbal Carmen called him up for an interview in the chapel about marriage arrangements for Manuel and her-- and we didn´t even ask!

 

This week Elder Dyches of the Seventy came to tour the Portugal Lisbon Mission and make sure everything is in order. On Saturday we had a Zone Conference with him and 6 other zones in Lisbon. It was amazing! He gave fabulous advice in how we can help make our investigators more solid for a baptismal date and how we can work with the members by doing tours of the chapel as well as other things to help us work proactively. But I have to say that what gave me the most strength was his wife´s talk. To be honest, right now I don´t remember the topic because I wrote it somewhere in my notebook, but I remember feeling the Spirit extremely strongly as I thought about Grandma Kirton. For the first time in Portugal I cried tears of joy as I knew she was in the room with us. I honestly don´t know how to explain it, but she´s always got her hand on my shoulder assuring me that everything will work out. I don´t even know her well enough to point her out in some of our old photos, but I know that she´s protecting and supporting me in every step I take her in Portugal.

 

I love you guys so much. Thanks for all of you loving letters, packages, thoughts and prayers.

 

Sister Derrick

Saturday, August 31, 2013

August 15, 2013


So much has happened, I honestly do not know where to begin! I arrived in Lisbon on Wednesday afternoon, spent the night at the mission home and was sent off to my assignment. I am currently in a port town in between Lisbon and Porto called Aveiro. It is a very beautiful city with fun tile murals all over the place and several rivers and canals. So far Portugal is absolutely beautiful and I love everything about it. In many, many ways it is very similar to southern Spain.

My new companion is Sister Miley from Arizona. She has only been in Portugal for one transfer and yet has been designated as my trainer! Needless to say, we both aren´t exactly sure what is supposed to be happening or going on and I am for the most part training myself. However we know that God has been in Aveiro much, much, much longer than either of us have and we are honestly depending on Him more than ever.

The members here are phenomenal and have a great desire to share the Restored Gospel with everyone around them. In particular the Young Women´s President of the ward has been going at great lengths to strengthen and enlarge the amount of youth membership. Sister Miley and her former companion were teaching a 14 year old girl named Maria for most of last transfer and we are currently preparing her for baptism! She comes from an inactive, but very supportive, Mormon family, and we hope to be able to allow the Spirit to teach and strengthen her family through her example and our help.

I have been incredibly blessed with the gift of tongues, and for that I am in huge debt to Heavenly Father. It honestly is such a huge help that I can speak well even though I may not be able to understand everything. A prophet of God truly called me for this work because without my calling and authority I don´t think I would ever learn so quickly in my entire life. I mean seven weeks ago the only thing I could say was "thank you" and now, only seven weeks later, I have people asking me if I am from Southern Portugal! I am convinced that there is NO WAY that is humanly possible without the power of God calling me to preach the Gospel to the people of Portugal in Portuguese. I have truly witnessed a miracle.

July 17 2013

I am half way through my MTC experience! I can't believe how much I have learned in only three weeks about Portuguese, good teaching skills, the Gospel, and the blessings of obedience and having faith in the Lord. I truly know that being set apart truly makes a difference in my efforts. I think I've learned about as much here on my mission in three weeks than I did for a whole three months at home. It is amazing how much the Lord has been helping me as I put my best foot forward. Some funny instances have come up with our steadily improving Portuguese, though, which always makes life a little more humorous! In one of our lessons with Bruno we wanted to ask if he would commit to baptism and asked "Queres ser batismo?" Turns out that actually means, "Do you want to be baptism?" Sister Call and I got a kick out of that! But I must say that we are light years ahead of where we were the day we arrived into the MTC, which is always a fulfilling thought.

In particular Sister Call and I have been striving to learn how to follow the Spirit in our lessons to be able to effectively teach what the receiver really needs. We've been scratching our heads for good questions to ask our investigators to facilitate great conversation and the ability for our investigators to open up their thoughts and feelings. On Saturday we had a substitute teacher that happened to be an acquaintance of mine who recently returned from Portugal-- Kyle Lemperle. Our lesson was exactly on what I mentioned above: finding out what the investigator needs and using the Spirit to meet those needs. It was a lesson I don't think I'll ever forget! We took ten or so minutes to get to know Kyle and what was going on in his life, and then as a class we had to teach him. As we planned for a few minutes as a class I proudly thought that we should talk about relying and trusting on the Lord to guide us in making life long decisions. I mean after all Kyle is in a time to figure out what career path he wants to choose, right? Well as we discussed, one Elder (who I am sorry to say that I didn't take him seriously at all) suggested that we talk about service. Just then Kyle walked in and we started our lesson off with a prayer and me sharing Proverbs 3:5-6 about trusting in the Lord, but as time went on the topic slowly shifted to service. After the lesson Kyle admitted that service after his mission was a difficulty in his life and that the message we shared was exactly what he need to hear! Wow I was on fire after that because that class was the first time I've seen that successfully happen in Portuguese! I can't wait till I'm in Portugal for several months and I can be on fire with the guidance of the Spirit! Sister Call and I applied what we learned when we taught a new investigator named Geo for the first time. Sister Call kept asking simple, yet thought provoking questions that really helped us mine out what Geo feels and thinks and wants and needs. I am excited to teach him more!

July 9, 2013

I can't believe that I've been out here for two weeks. Remember how I mentioned that time was going by at the pace of a turtle? Well now it's going the pace of a jack rabbit! Last week was wonderful because we all celebrated Independence day together by watching fireworks from The Stadium of Fire and eating icecream cones. Sister Call loved it so much that she started to cry for joy! It was indeed like Christmas morning for us. Even the fourth, though, seems like an eternity ago; I can't fathom that I've learned so much in so little time and that I only have a month left until I'm off to Lisbon!

Interesting fact for the day: Technology is now going to be used in EVERY way, not just for study materials on a tablet or phones for setting appointments. In the devotional on Sunday, there was an Elder that was asked to speak for a few minutes about technology and the mission field. He was assigned as a contact under the "chat with a mormon" bar on mormon.org, and has not only gotten people to meet with local missionaries, but also taught lessons through skype, over the phone, and facebook messaging. And you know what? He's had baptisms! Isn't that crazy? Truly the Lord will allow his servants to crawl into every crevice through the technological revolution.

Okay, so remember my investigator Lucas? Turns out he's a fake! We walked into class on Saturday and there was Lucas with a teacher's name badge, waiting to begin teaching us. I suspected that he was a plant, but I NEVER thought he'd be my teacher! That was surprise. Now I am teaching Bruno, who is an inactive member of the Evangelical faith. We've only taught him one lesson, which was on the Restoration, but I'm not sure that is what he needed to hear. Sister Call and I have been working hard on improving our teaching by asking for help and paying close attention in class/ my studies in order to meet the needs of those we teach. We don't really know what we are doing, but we have improved a ton in every way. Each lesson we teach, it gets a little easier. Hopefully I can figure this out! I love the people I've been coming in contact with and teaching, so I want them to know that I'm sharing the Gospel because I care. There's just one problem... Portuguese is not English or Spanish. I've been improving immensly in my Portuguese, but I definitely have a long way to go before I'll be even functional in society. But, hey, it's always a good laugh and brings some light-heartedness to the day when I realize that I've said something silly!

I've been feeling the Spirit almost constantly since I've been set apart, which really amazes me. I was researching for Bruno today and ready Moroni 9, which encourages you to read the Book of Mormon and pray to know if it's true and receiving answers from the Holy Ghost, but I thought it was very interesting in verse 5: "And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things." Of ALL things, not just if the Book of Mormon is true. I am searching to know the truth of how to help Bruno, adapt, learn Portuguese and teach better.



Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Ready or Not! Here We Come!

My family and I at the temple
Wow! After all those months of waiting, planning and preparing I am actually embarking on my mission. I am extremely grateful for everyone so far that has impacted my life, both for the youngsters and the oldies that have befriended me. My life is about to change greatly and my horizons will broaden-- probably even more than it did while I was in Alcalá de Henares. I am so happy to find yet another place in the world that I can make my home!

As anxious as I am to get rolling into my mission, I can't help but feel a little nostalgic as I've spent my last few weeks amongst beloved family and friends. I mean it's not like I'm dying or anything, but I've had the opportunity to live and love others as if I were. I've been having deep conversations, giving sincere hugs, breathing in the clean summer air, having doodle contests with my nieces/nephews and doing yoga for hours on end. I guess I've fallen in love with life these past few months!

Nonetheless, I cannot wait to get tomatoes thrown at me and search for the pure in heart amongst the Portuguese! Staring my future in the face is such a strange feeling that I can only accurately describe by comparing it to being on the top of a roller coaster; I've made it this far and there's no going back! Will I survive? Will I get sick? Will I be glad it's over, or want to hop right back on again?

Well, I suppose that there is only one way to find out...

Friday, May 31, 2013

Beauty can be Anywhere



Boy, I've been a bad girl at posting lately! Between getting settled back into American life, taking classes and making my plans for the next year and a half things it has been a little bit of an adjustment. I have lots to do and I get lots of things done, but for some reason I am always bored! It seems so ironic to me, just like how sometimes trying to fall asleep can be more exhausting than staying awake. Needless to say I've had to make some serious changes and plans.

I don't know how many of you readers know, but right before leaving to Spain I applied to be a missionary for the Church of Latter-day Saints. The second week I was in Alcalá de Henares I received an email from my parents saying that my acceptance letter had come in the mail. They scanned a digital copy of the packet to me so that I could read it word for word for myself.

I was astonished to find out that my assignment was to go to Portugal!

To be quite honest I was terrified. I knew how hard it was to live in a foreign country, learn a new language and get accustomed to another culture. How on Earth was I supposed to do it all over again with Portuguese? Let alone help, teach, serve and get to know the Portuguese people?



This caused some alarm initially, however as I met missionaries serving in Spain as well as missionaries recently returning from Portugal that I've met here in the States I've begun to gain some confidence. After all I do know how to go about conquering difficulties. Yes, I am sad that I will have to postpone my Spanish studies, but I suppose in the grand scheme of things I will have plenty of time to dive back in when I am released from my duty as a missionary.

Anyway, now that the shock is over, I CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE!!!! I have been itching to get out to the unknown land of Portugal ever since I came back from Spain. I want to serve and represent Christ soooo badly!

Amidst my physical, emotional and spiritual preparations I have also been making wonderful progress of discovering the beauties surrounding my own home. Last weekend I went to Bear Lake, a well loved mountain lake area of mine. Although it was too cold to get into the lake at this time of year (I'm a wimp, I know!) we had a great time enjoying the gorgeous nature.

In order to avoid being a "narcissist" as Time Magazine called my generation,
I decided to take photos of others in my company!


You know something? After traveling so much in my life I've learned something that I don't think I could appreciate before. So many people in my life complain and complain and complain AND COMPLAIN about how they don't like where they live, or the climate, or the building, or the people in their everyday lives.

And you know what? I feel extremely sorry for those people, because they fail to realize the beauty the world around them possesses. 



Yes, I admit I was most likely fell into that ungrateful category at one point in time,  but my travels have taught me something I don't think I could ever erase from my heart. I have seen some truly marvelous, miraculous, majestic things in my life; I truly have. I've seen mysterious Roman ruins, Mayan temples, rocky deserts, stunning cathedrals, active volcanoes, the Amazon, wild lions in the Sahara and more. But I definitely don't say that in a boastful sort of way at all. Instead I've simply come to realize that everywhere I go I see the beautiful world around me and yet I still run into people that hate where they live. (Believe it or not, but I talked with a French boy that said the Eiffel Tower was the ugliest building he ever saw!)

The truth is this: Every location is just as beautiful as any other; You just need to look for it. 

While I was at Bear Lake looking at the nature there that seemed so mundane and familiar to me in the past I saw my homeland with a fresh pair of eyes. The fresh smell of pine, the sound of the brook cheerfully splashing upon the pebbles, and the rustle of the breeze that makes the Aspens' leaves shimmer like coins in the sun all made for just as amazing a sight as any of those others I mentioned above-- and yet it was as if it was in my own backyard.

If life is a long journey full of the unexpected,
we might as well learn how to enjoy the ride!

Sunday, April 21, 2013

¡Madre Mía! Culture Shock in the USA!

Ok, I never thought I would say it, but... I have culture shock in my own country!!! The past few weeks have been a roller-coaster for my body, mind and spirit-- I guess you fellow yogis could say that my xi isn't focused as of late.
Pretty creek near my home

The following things have put me threw a loop:

  1. English, English, ENGLISH! Another thing I also thought I would never say: I don't enjoy speaking English as much as Spanish. The day after my flight home I went to the local grocery store where I had a crazy experience when I went to the deli to buy some sandwich meat. I strolled up with my cart and instinctively said, "Me gustaría un kilo de jamón, por favor." You should've seen the employee's face! Realizing I had accidentally spoken Spanish, I tried to remedy the situation by saying the same sentence in English. However for some reason I didn't quite say, "I would like a pound of ham, please," instead it came out in a very awkward accent, "I... ham!... please?" Yeah. Still trying to figure out who took my brain that day! The other day a few Spanish speakers came to our house to paint our water-damaged wall and ceiling. Oh boy, was I in hog heaven! One of them was named Adolfo and we had a very pleasant Spanish conversation that made my week.                            
  2. Everything really is SUPERSIZED. When I say this, I am not only talking about McDonald's and obesity. I'm saying that everything is huge and spread out and loud and proud! When I saw my brother Mike who is 6 feet 2 inches (approximately 1.9 meters) tall I was astonished. After successfully looking everyone in the eye for three months without tilting my head, I felt like I had neck cramps after the first night I saw him. Another thing is that American streets and homes are gigantic! When I walked into my bedroom I was almost disgusted to see that it was larger than my host family's kitchen, and it's all for me. Needless to say I feel like I live in such gluttony and I honestly don't know how to react.
  3. Basketball is worth watching! I never realized how much I missed the good old NBA until I came back after watching the highlights of the B-ball league in Europe. Holy guacamole I love it so much!
    My best bud Ulia and I at an NBA game
  4. I can't avoid driving. One thing I loved about Europe was that I never had to be behind the wheel; all I had to do was get on a bus, metro or train (all of which are very punctual, by the way) to get wherever I needed that was far away. And to go to close places we'd just walk and walk and walk! Now, though, if I want to take the train I have to drive my car to get to the station, because it's on the other side of a busy Interstate freeway. I don't mind taking the city trams (we don't have subways) but most of the people that ride the buses are somewhat creepy... Another thing I loved was that everything was very close! Instead of driving out to a supermarket and buying a whole trunk load of groceries (there I go again with the supersize) they can walk down the street to the panadería for bread one day and to the carnicería for meat the next. There's no need to go to Costco with their carts bigger than me because there's nowhere to put it all!
  5. Guns. I've never really been a fan of guns just because my family doesn't have any in the home, but now I am super against them. Here I feel soooo paranoid to be out and about at night or in areas where there's not a ton of people. I mean in Spain I was cautious too, but I was at least comforted to know that if I ran into a scary situation they wouldn't have a gun. But because of our blessed 2nd Amendment every American loves guns! I don't get it. I feel nervous and afraid around guns because they were only made for one purpose, and you know what that is so I'm not going to push the issue any further. The only real problem I have now is that all the American hotties are into guns in one way or another so when they find out I think guns are bogus, all of a sudden I'm not as fun to be around.
  6. Fabulous customer service! In Spain the employees/employers are in charge of what goes on in a store, but in the USA the customer is. I went to Nordstrom's a few days ago and wanted to kiss the feet of the woman that was helping me because she was pleasant, nice, had good advice and was actually doing her job! Ah, I love capitalism. It makes us all a little bit more motivated.
  7. Everything is completely new. Seriously buildings that are only 50 or 100 years old are considered to be ancient here in the States, especially the West. I guess part of that has to do with the fact that the Native Americans in North America were nomads for the most part so we don't have any cool 1000 year old temples to excavate. Europe was gorgeous in the fact that there was so much history in every little street cobble stone, but home is gorgeous in the fact that we are the history. All of our buildings are new and shiny!
Super nice new library that opened
while I was away
Although I am obviously still working out some adjustments in my day to day life, I am grateful to be back home. I can't say that I don't want to be back in Spain, but I know that for right now I should be on American soil. I just have to say though that the one thing that shocked me the most was the bombing in the Boston Marathon. At first I honestly didn't believe that it had happened because it seemed like something that wouldn't happen in real life-- it was the first real event that blew me away since the nation's trauma on September 11, 2001. And yet I have to say that amidst that fear we all handled it infinitely better than we did when the World Trade Center was destroyed. With all of our nation's branches of law enforcement as well as the citizens working together we proved that we don't need to live in fear when we all do our part. Look: thousands of civilians died in 9/11 and thousands of servicemen died from the conflicts following thereafter, but only five people died in Boston (3 people at the finish line, 1 officer and 1 suspect.) We've truly learned from our mistakes. Now that is what I call a success. God bless the United States of America.

Glad to be back home!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Besos y lagrimas: The End of an Amazing Adventure


I’m sad to say that my study abroad adventure is coming to a close! It has been such an eye-opening experience for me in so many ways. I think that everybody that gets the chance to live in another part of the world (even if it’s only the other side of your state) should take a hold of the reins before it’s too late. I feel immensely grateful for the things I’ve learned. Although I’m sure I don’t quite realize some other changes that have happened to me, here are some of the life lessons I can recognize now:

Me with my Spanish language diploma
on the last day of the semester

Gaining Confidence


I’ve always been a little timid when it comes to meeting new people and I guess you could say that I have a talent of dissolving into crowds. Spain hasn’t necessarily changed my personality per se, but instead it has helped me realize how much a small gesture of confidence can make a difference.

When I first arrived I was terrified to ask Spaniards for simple things like directions, recommendations or small talk, but now I realize that my favorite moments of the semester have been when I stick my foot out there and do what’s out of my comfort zone to try doing those sorts of things. And you know the best thing? Most people were really nice; I didn’t have anything to worry about! (I guess except that one time that I got lost from my group in Madrid one evening—but even then I found a nice couple to escort me to the nearest Metro stop.) Who cares if I don’t quite get it right the first time? I gained people’s respect by trying my very best at embracing the Spanish culture instead of being a stick in the mud foreigner by having a closed mind.

My two teachers Teresa and Sofia
with my great friend Juliana


I’ve realized that being confident in my social skills here has helped me become a more socially confident person in general. I mean if I can make a friend while speaking a foreign language, what is there that I can’t do at home in my native tongue?

Having Empathy


My whole life I always felt like I’m a nice person and that I try to treat everyone equally, but boy was I wrong! I never realized that I was a pretty heartless person until being the fish out of water.

Two girls in my program, Steffani and Melissa,
 in Valle de los Caídos

Sundays are always my favorite days because I get to interact with mostly native Spanish speakers at church about deep topics. I remember one of my first Sundays I was trying to meet more kids my age, so in Sunday School I sat next to a pretty Spanish girl that seemed like someone I would sit next to in a Sunday School class at home. After awhile the teacher assigned us as partners to read a scripture and discuss it in front of the class. Unfortunately she didn’t turn out to be as nice as I had hoped and really turned her nose up at me when I tried to explain what I thought about the topic. Embarrassed, I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the day for fear of ruining my pride for a second time.

Taylor, Tatiana and Madeleine
 in La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona
But that night a light bulb turned on in my head. “That’s exactly how I would’ve reacted had I been in her situation,” I thought to myself, “Students that don’t speak well come in and out of the ward every three months, and I bet she’s tired of putting up with dummies like me.”

Never before had I truly understood what it meant to not be able to communicate. Now in hindsight I see so many instances where I was the jerk in similar situations because I honestly couldn’t relate to the feeling of complete estrangement from one’s home, language, nation, culture and/or family. Now I really hope to have empathy for those from a different country living in my own.

Being a Friend


In recent years I’ve lived a pretty lonely lifestyle by the choices I’ve made. It’s honestly not necessarily a bad way of living, because I’ve always made myself good company. However I don’t think I ever quite realized what exactly I was missing out on when I would make selfish choices. Being on a program like this one has literally forced me to spend five times as many quality hours than I ever would before with people that I probably never would’ve had the chance to meet.

My friends and I at a YSA activity

Interacting with the fellow students in the program definitely impacted me for the better. I got to know everyone a little too well, but it really opened my eyes to see how much we could help each other out by supporting one another. By learning about each other’s problems, strengths and weaknesses we could really build each other up and balance each other out with our varying personalities. I am soooo grateful for everyone in my program!

Vicki, Andy, Emily and I
 struggling to fit on a couch
Interacting with the locals also taught me a ton. There were people of all ages and walks of life that I was able to meet. With them I was really impressed to see that they actually cared about me instead of blowing me off since I wasn’t staying for very long. I’ve really learned that being a good friend doesn’t mean that I have to see them everyday for the rest of my life. Even if it is only a short time, friendship is time well spent.

Saying Goodbye


The last thing I’ve learned about life is that there is no such thing as “goodbye” or “adios.” Saying “goodbye” indicates that you’ll never see that person or place ever again, but reality is that there can always be a next time. Think about it…

Cities don’t move! The places we love will always be waiting for us to come visit again; I mean life is ahead of us with endless possibilities in the future that we might not be completely aware of right now.

My favorite park in Alcalá de Henares

In regards to people, who knows if you’ll cross paths again? Just reflect for a moment: how many times have you run into a high school friend, college roommate, or long lost second cousin twice removed that you never expected to see ever again? If you’re like me, you’ll be surprised to count the times you’ve bumped into people like this. On a more solemn note dealing with death is the same way for me too. Although the deceased isn’t with us now, we’ll have the chance to see them on the other side.

Andy, Madeleine and I posing at La Alhambra


Therefore I’ve come up with a conclusion! “Goodbye” is no longer in my vocabulary. Instead it has been replaced with “hasta luego” or “see you later.”

¡Hasta luego, Madrid!

  
El Palacio Real in Madrid

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Spanish Church History

While spending time here in Alcalá de Henares I have been learning about the history of my faith-- The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints-- and so i would like to share what I've found out. In the Americas and most other parts of Europe, the Church has been present since it was first formed in the early to mid 1800s by Joseph Smith Jr. However because of historical events and the political context of Spain, Mormonism and many other faiths were nonexistent in Spain until very recently.

Madrid Temple Square


Let's take a journey through the recent religious history of Spain in relation to the Gospel...

The Gibraltar Mission

In 1852 two missionaries were called to serve in Gibraltar, an English province on the southern coast of Spain: Elder Edward Stevenson (who happened to have been born in Gibraltar) and Elder Nathan Tanner Porter. They left in September of that year, but did not arrive in Gibraltar until March of 1853 (thank goodness for modern transportation!)

Unfortunately they ran into some serious stumbling blocks upon arrival. Because of local immigration laws Porter was forced to leave Gibraltar after a little over two weeks. Consequently he spent the rest of his mission in England helping newly converted saints to travel to Zion, leaving Stevenson alone to do the Lord's work in Gibraltar. Stevenson worked diligently in Gibraltar and baptized a total of 18 people after going through immense trials like incarceration. In 1854 he was also forced to end his mission and go to London.

Melitón Gonzalez Trejo and Spanish Translation of the Book of Mormon.


Although the Elders' experience wasn't as fruitful as they initially hoped, it allowed word to spread through Iberia about the Mormons until it came to a very influential person. Meliton Gonzalez Trejo came from a very influential, wealthy Spanish family, had an extensive education and had a successful career in the army. While serving in the military as a young man, he heard from a fellow officer/colleague about a newly founded religious group in the United States that was lead by a prophet into the Salt Lake Valley (Mexico at the time.) Intrigued by this bit of news, Meliton desired to learn more about the Mormon Church and sacrificed his career to go to Salt Lake City.

Melitón back when beards weren't
part of the hipster movement


After arriving in Zion and being taught the doctrine of Christ by Brother Blanchard, a teacher at Brigham Young Academy that spoke Spanish, Meliton was baptized in 1874, when he was 31 years old. Immediately after being baptized he began translating The Book of Mormon from English into Spanish. The first edition, “Los Trozos Selectos,” was incomplete but contained all the fundamental doctrines of Christ found in the following books: 1 Nephi, 2 Nephi, Omni, 3 Nephi and Mormon. 

With the first 2,000 copies of “Los Trozos Selectos” Meliton was in the group of men to open the first mission to Mexico in Chuichupa, Chihuahua. While serving in Mexico Melitón’s wife, Emily Jones, and four children joined him there as well. The mission to Mexico proved to be a very trying time as he lost important Church documents in the Mexican Revolution and was under custody for some time by some rebels, but at the same time his efforts allowed for many people to hear the good news of the Gospel. Meliton finished the first complete edition of The Book of Mormon in 1886 that was used as the primary translation until about 40 years ago. By living his life the way he did, thousands of people were and are able to learn more about Christ and the Restoration.

The Church's Second Chance- Spain's Religious Freedom

Although missionaries had served in Gibraltar and Melitón Gonzalez Trejo played a vital role in the Church's formation, Spain was still closed to other religions. In fact Spain didn't even have religious freedom! Everybody had to be Catholic and nothing more or less (Spain is still considered the "most Catholic" country in today's world). Finally in 1953 Dictador Franco luckily made a deal with President Eisenhower (the Franco-Eisenhower Agreement) to allow American troops to be stationed in four Spanish cities (Torrejon, Zaragoza, Sevilla and Cadiz) as a strategic defense against the Soviet Union in the Cold War. Although this doesn’t seem to have anything to do with Gospel, it was the first step for Spain to gain religious freedom.

Beautiful Catholic cathedral and bell tower in Sevilla
Initially Dictador Franco only allowed Catholic American soldiers to be stationed in Spain, but shortly afterward (1956) soldiers of all faiths were permitted—thus allowing for the first Mormons into the country since the Gibraltar mission. There were four American Mormons to begin with who could only spread the Gospel through example and through marriage to locals. Although there were very, very few Spaniards that were members of the Church, they had a great influence on the Church’s future in Spain. One woman in particular, María José Oliveida, would later prove to be a vital actor in the history of the Church.

The day June 28, 1967 proved to be an extremely important one in all of Spain, for it was when the Spanish Parliament finally allowed “religious freedom.” Now the Church could finally be recognized without oppression of the State! Shortly thereafter Howard W. Hunter and Gordon B. Hinckley (who were apostles at the time) visited Madrid to explore the situation in full detail, followed by members of the General Legal Counsel to the Church. Surprisingly enough, here is where my personal family history overlaps with Spanish Church History. My grandfather, Wilford (Bill) Kirton, was one of the lawyers called to investigate the legalities of getting the LDS Church established correctly and adequately under the recently passed Religious Liberty Law!

However the Spanish Parliament’s definition of “religious freedom” doesn’t quite mean that people can worship however they please. The government needed to be aware of how many members there were, where they were meeting, their funds, etc. Consequently, because the official meeting houses were affiliated with American airbases and were not “Spanish” property, the first petitions for recognition were rejected. It wasn’t until October of 1968—almost a year and a half after the declaration of the Religious Liberty Law—that the application was accepted due to the fact that María José Oliveida sent the application in her name with her own address. Now the Church to finally be recognized as a Spanish institution.

The Dedication of the Spain Mission

The dedication of Spain as an area to receive the fullness of the Gospel proved to be exceptional due to the circumstances. One thing that made it unique was the size of the event; Assemblies in public venues had to be kept at a maximum of twenty people unless those authorized had permits allowing more. Another was the location; The dedication took place outside in the Parque de la Casa del Campo, a public park very near the Palacio Real in the heart of Madrid. The whole event took place outside in the open. The last and most important aspect is the spirit that was present.

The chosen opening hymn of the program was “The Morning Breaks” written by Parley P. Pratt and George Careless. In my opinion, I don’t think that a better song could’ve been chosen for the event because of the message behind the hymn and how well it fit with what had been happening. The lyrics of the first verse are as followed:

“The morning breaks, the shadows flee;

Lo, Zion's standard is unfurled!

The dawning of a brighter day,

The dawning of a brighter day

Majestic rises on the world.”

The first line “the morning breaks, the shadows flee” takes on a new significance because it suggests that life beforehand was a perpetual night. As far as Spain goes, this night is lack of the Truth as well as the inability to believe what you wish to. I love the line “the shadows flee” because when I think of shadows I think of doubt or the inability to see something clearly due to obscurity. With the ability to spread the Restored Gospel came the opportunity to banish those shadows of doubt if there is a real God or the shadows of fear to believe something different. Obviously problems and doubts in Spain didn’t end with the dedication; Instead it brought “the dawning of a brighter day” and marked the beginning of a new era for Spain.

The First Missionaries of the 20th Century


Now that missionaries could come to Spain there arose a new question—Who on Earth would be the first to serve in Madrid?

Initially Church Headquarters went about the problem logically by deciding to pick missionaries to serve in Spain as zone of the France Mission that spoke Spanish very well and had a good amount of missionary experience. Consequently they asked the mission president of the Argentina mission, Elder Richard G. Scott, to select four young men that fit this merit-based description. Here are the following missionaries: Robert Hernandez, Clark Hinckley, Craig Ward and José Barco. 

LDS meeting house in Alcalá

Although I am positive that they were chosen by their success in Argentina, I think that they were also called for a more meaningful reason—their willingness to give up anything to serve the Lord. All of them had to sacrifice the comfort of having a well-established missionary setting to come to Madrid less than two weeks after the dedication where they literally had no clue what to expect. 

Since these missionaries weren’t certain what they were getting into, they came prepared to start from scratch. They brought excess hymnals and bibles to start up sacrament meetings, only to have the pleasant surprise of a branch thanks to the American Servicemen. After getting acquainted with the members they went to work without any close instruction or supervision. In Clark Hinckley’s record of the experience he says, “The four of us just picked a street, drew a line and said, ‘You take that side; We’ll take this side. Let’s go to work!’” The first converts baptized by the missionaries were Marisol Portomarín and her mother in a swimming pool.

Me with Sister Wright in Alcalá de Henares

Gradually more missionaries started trickling in as the months went by, which made way for the opening of several new areas, such as Sevilla and Barcelona. By the beginning of the new year 41 converts had been baptized as the fruit of the labor in the Lord’s vineyard.

As progress increased it became evident that an official Spain Mission needed to be organized independently of the France Mission. Consequently the Church called Brother R. Raymond Barnes and Sister Chloris Barnes from Utah to serve as the very first mission presidents. Upon receiving the call, the two prayed fervently and counseled with their five children to contemplate if it was the correct decision for them. Finally they accepted the challenging task and went straight to work in July 1970. By this time there were 36 missionaries serving in the following Spanish cities: Madrid, Sevilla, Cádiz and Barcelna. The Barnes family literally had nothing to go off of—they didn’t even have a place to stay. So they lived uncomfortably in José María Oliveida’s home--son of María José Oliveida (confusing, I know)-- until they found a permanent residence and office.

As the president of the mission of Spain, President Barnes needed very much to establish a good reputation and relationship with the government, which proved to be a challenging task. Turns out that the Religious Liberty Law didn’t allow for complete freedom, but required lots of supervision from the State. The clause that brought the most trouble went something like this: Any religion/ religious practices were acceptable within Spain except if they threaten or preach against the Catholic Church.

This clause brought up some problems. One specific example happened in Sevilla to the sister missionaries that had gone knocking on doors and came to an apartment where a maid opened the door. The maid seemed friendly and accepted a pamphlet, but admitted that the man of the home wasn’t available. A few days later the sisters stopped by the same house again hoping to see the man who lived there and got what they wanted. He invited them inside and then called the police to have them arrested for intimidating him in terms of his religion. The two sisters were put in custody and forced to sign some legal documents in order to be set free.

After events like this one President Barnes decided to try another way to solve the problem. He sent personalized letters to the government officials in the cities where missionaries were serving along with booklet information about the Church and some Mormon Tabernacle Choir CD’s. This turned out to be a very smart move because in general the government realized that the missionaries hadn’t come to destroy Spain, but to add to it. After that the Church slowly came to be on better terms with the State. 

When it came to the everyday Spaniards, it was a different story. A small group of four or five missionaries formed a band for folk and religious music called “Los Salt Lake City.” They performed in concerts and toured around Spain giving out free copies of The Book of Mormon and pamphlets about the LDS Church along with their CD recordings.

The Turning Point: Construction of the Madrid Temple

My friend Faith in front of Temple Square


Despite the wonderful progress and spreading of the Gospel throughout Spain, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints still had a negative connotation among Spaniards du to bad press. The Church was seen more of an American institution inside Spain instead of a truly Spanish one. To be a Spaniard and not be Catholic was an oxy-moron and by changing religions converts were considered traitors to their heritage. Luckily this was soon to change!
When President Hinckley became the Prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the main focus of the expansion of the Gospel was centered upon building temples, one of which was the Madrid, Spain Temple.

Before the 1990’s, Spanish members and Church leaders highly doubted that a temple would be built in Spain any time in the near future mainly because of the Church’s financial and logistical policies concerning the building of new temples. Luckily the Church lifted the policies in order to have the ability to build temples where they are needed instead of where they can be financially supported.

After the policy change the First Presidency noticed the growth of the Church in both Portugal and Spain, and saw the need to build a temple in one of those two countries. But the question was—which one? So President Hinckley arranged two regional conferences to help him make a decision in February/March of 1992, one in Lisbon and the other in Madrid. The Spain regional conference was held in what was then the stadium for Real Madrid on March 7 and 8. Two days after this conference, the Spirit strongly prompted President Hinckley (who was a counselor to President Ezra Taft Benson at the time) that Spain was where the temple needed to be built, and so the work began!

In order to get official permission to build the temple the Church needed to somehow present itself before King Juan Carlos. Getting an appointment was surprisingly easier than anticipated. In August of 1978 (waaaay before any of this Madrid temple stuff) President Hinckley stayed in the same hotel in Santiago de Compostela as King Juan Carlos and was able to briefly and informally meet with him for a few moments. Although this seemed like a coincidence in the moment, it definitely wasn't because it allowed for the Restored Gospel to poke its head in Spain’s doorway and get President Hinckley a better chance at having another meeting.

Consequently on March 9, 1992 President Hinckley, Elder Ballard, Elder Condie (Area President) and Elder Faustino López (Madrid Stake President) were able to meet with King Juan Carlos in the Palacio de Zarazuela just outside of Madrid about building a temple in Spain. During the meeting the King realized that the LDS Church was no longer an American church inside Spain, but now was becoming a truly Spanish church instead because he met Elder Faustino López, a native Spaniard member. As the meeting concluded President Hinckley gave the King and Queen a beautifully leather bound copy of The Book of Mormon as a gift of gratitude for the meeting. Spain was now able to have a temple.

All of us students with Faustino López

With that all settled, another question arose-- where exactly should it be built? After scouting out possible cities, it became evident that Madrid would be the best due to its geographic location within the Iberian Peninsula. Should it be built in the busy city of Madrid or on the quiet outskirts? This caused some debate, but after driving in the country-side President Hinckley decided it would be most convenient for members coming from longer distances if the temple was in the heart of Madrid so that public transportation could be accessible.

So then he began looking at the plots of available land, but was disappointed with what he saw. Upon passing by a public soccer field owned by the State (aka it wasn't for sale), President Hinckley declared that it was the perfect place for the temple. It would take two more years to negotiate the purchase of the land. On June 11, 1996 the ground was broken for the Madrid Temple and construction began in July.

While the temple was being built, there was lots of press about the Church and beliefs of the members. Before the temple the articles of Mormons were cynical and harsh, calling us non-Christians and members of a cult. But the temple brought a great positive change in the hearts of the public view and marked the beginning of a more tolerant and accepting era. This proved to be a wonderful manifestation as 100,000 visitors came to view the Temple during the Open House and the porcelain company Lladró made figurines of Christ for the dedication of the Temple.

Lladró figurine of Christ


The Temple was dedicated in the presence of President Hinckley, President Monson and Elder Ballard almost three years after the groundbreaking on 19-21 of March 1999. King Juan Carlos was invited to come to both the Open House and the Dedication, but was unable due to protocol. As a result President Hinckley visited the Palacio de Zarazuela for a second time with President Monson, Elder Holland, President Somoza (Stake President) and Faustino López. This time President Hinckley gave the King and Queen a Lladró figurine of Christ and thanked them for allowing the Church to build a temple. In return the King Juan Carlos gave him "abrazo".

This hug proved to be very significant because it was a manifestation of Spain’s recognition and acceptance of the Restored Gospel.

The LDS Church in Spain Today

The Church is obviously still in its infancy, but the members are very strong and the missionaries are having lots of success. The ward in Alcalá reminds me of a ward at home as far as size and interaction goes, and there are members of all ages.

Me with Ricardo (left) and
Adrian (right) in the YSA center.

Fellow students with our sunday school teacher
Marta (second to last on the right)