(Sister Ellsworth)
This week was fun.
We were looking for one of our investigators in these shacks
and we came across a woman who was clearing this lean-to that had fallen down.
We offered to help, tied our hair back and started hauling broken wood and
metal to the dumpster. The little neighborhood heard all the racket we were
making and started smiling at the two girls in skirts ankle deep in mud and
garbage that they started coming out and talking to us. With mud smeared faces
and snagged skirt hems we started teaching this family of 20 or so people. IT
WAS AWESOME!! We marked one for baptism and are coming back this week to teach
more.
Then we went to pass by a reference that we had received, we
knocked the door and the Guy named Antonio opened. Antonio looked like a drug
dealer with a leather jacket, a Rottweiler, and a scowl from a life of who
knows what. We smiled and offered to teach him about how he can have a better
future. He accepted and listened to use with the Rottweiler at his feet. In the
middle of the lesson he started to get a little worked up, yelling about how
some guy was trying to kill him and that he had to hide. We tried to calm him
down but there was something there besides his memories. Sister Dos Santos
started to sing Sweet Hour of Prayer and I quickly joined in. after one or two
lines Antonion stopped yelling and slowly sat down, looking at us, puzzled. We
continued to sing until the end of the song (in Portuguese). The Holy Ghost
came into the room so strongly and tears began to well up in Antonio´s eyes
(and we don't even sing that well.) He just continued to listen.
1. Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
2. Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I'll cast on him my ev'ry care
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
I'll cast on him my ev'ry care
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
We were able to finish the lesson and mark him for baptism.
That lesson was a lesson that changed my whole mission. We saw how the Holy
Ghost can calm an afflicted soul. His soul was hurt, had been betrayed many
times, and was tarnished with sins and wrongdoings. But in that moment, he felt
the love of God touch his heart. That touch changed him, humbled him, and know
he knows that he's a son of God, an eternal being on a mortal journey, and that
God has a plan for him. Hearing Antonio pray for the first time was the
happiest moment in my life.
#beachbums
Until next week!
Sister Ellsworth