Me and The Roomates
My favorite part of México is definitely the people. (and just so you are aware I am using the accents not because I think I'm all Spanishy and cool, but because they are all spanishy and fun: we have cool keyboards here µñ©äåé®þüúíóö«´¶øðßáæ©ñµç¿j) The people are so genuine and kind, even though I have a hard time understanding them I really do like talking to them. Monday was The anniversary of the Mexican declaration of Independence from Spain. Saturday we had a fiesta with dancers, singers, and indoor fireworks (all in what used to be the high school gym (I find ()'s useful). By the way it is hilarious to watch over 500 Gringos try to sing the Mexican National Anthem. Sunday night was the grito. We watched a broadcast of it at 11pm. Basically El Presidente de México marches out on a balcony with the national flag, rings a bell, shouts the names of Mexican revolution national heroes (with the whole country shouting ¡Viva! in reply) waves the flag, and then we sing the anthem again. It's short, sweet, and the Mexicans are very passionate about it. After the Grito, we were instructed to go straight home. Apparently en Ciudad de México people like to shoot their guns in the air, and there was a danger of getting hit by a falling bullet.
Classic CCM Lunch- they are getting pretty good
Our buddies over at district 10A are leaving pretty soon, and bestowed upon us the inheritance of our zone, the one and only relic of our CCM forebears. The official, 175 gram, Centro de Capacitación Misional México Zona Diez Frisbee. We have the solemn duty to protect, cherish, play with, sign, then pass on this gift of gifts, treasure of treasures, this frisky Discy, this birthright- rite of passage pinnacle of Gym time. We finally have obtained a frisbee. It'll end up on the roof by the end of the week.
Oh by the way, my Latino roomate is a matador. As in killer of bulls. He's just a short, tiny, little fella but he shoves full on swords down Toro spines.
Right now we are working on committing our faux-vestigators to baptism. A couple of them have word of wisdom issues and other concerns. It's very difficult, but very rewarding to try to teach the way The Savior did. We are trying to listen to our investigators needs, concerns, worries and then use the Gospel to help them. Everybody needs the Gospel. Nobody needs standardized, scripted, memorized, and regurgitated churchy mush. It's hard to do, but after study, prayer, and listening to the spirit, a prepared missionary (or member) can bring anybody the counsel, care, or comfort they need- and most importantly the spirit of the Lord.