Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Week 86: Semana Santa, Julisbol, no me toques, and Peaches!

Hola family!

I'll be quick and to the point. The Semana Santa (aka Holy Week for
those of non-Spanish tongue), here in Spain, is crazy. While you
thought you couldn't get any stranger then maños and gitanos, here
you've got people in KKK robes of all colors of graduation uniforms,
woman in the saddest of funeral attire, ark of the covenant style
coffins holding an idolistic jesus, funny food and cakes, music, and
every catholic who wasn't practicing beforehand now is fully active.
Fun week for missionary work, and on top of that we had miracles!
Spain’s the best, you're never bored when you spend your days preaching
to complete strangers on the streets. Also I met a messianic. If you
don't know what that is, google it. I'm still not understanding it.

This week we saw miracles, the biggest one was this Nicaragüense mom
and daughter Ester and Ester, who we are teaching and are heading
towards baptism, came to church! They told us at the last minute that
they'd arrive after sacrament meeting, and then they only arrived
thirty minutes late! Thankfully they heard the talks and had a
terrific class in gospel principle over the original church of Jesus
Christ. We also had some great visits with Paul, a man from Ghana the
other elders found who's super receptive, accepted the restoration and
Book of Mormon (because he heard it before and lost contact with the
elders), and is going to read the book this week since he works in the
mine industry. Just a miracle to find people who are so receptive. He
also gave us jars of delicious peaches. I love peaches.

Fun moment, we're ringing the doorbell of a man we're teaching, and
out comes this slightly drunk man, who upon seeing us invites us
in(he's gay), and started rubbing  and grabbing my arm. Of course not
looking to be in Christ-like in this situation, I pretty frankly told
him "no me toques"(don't touch me), to which he responds " well don't
touch the timbres", and well, since we weren't going to leave without
talking with this friend of ours, kept going. He went away angry. So
yea, just your normal Spanish drunk man with a love for my arm.

Today for preparation day we took a hike as a district to a place
called Julisbol (a small town at the edge of Zaragoza with houses built
into the mountains, cliffs, limestone, a big marsh, and yea). Good
time just to go swinging on tire swings, hike and be out in the sun in
shorts, I love shorts.

We also had zone conference this week, with teachings centered on
Contacting, Joseph Smith, studying better, and manners. Hermana Dayton
taught that last part, basically we all as a mission need to improve
and become more Christ-like in our eating visits. I'm working on
introducing people better (and in the proper order and way), and eating
in a classier way. The most powerful message was President Dayton’s on
Joseph Smith. This line stood out from the rest:"from the first vision
to his death he never had a day of peace". But my thoughts after, he
brought back so much peace to a dark and crazy world, and all thanks
to his calling as the first prophet of this dispensation. For that I
felt the spirit testify strongly as we sang "Praise to the man, who
communed with Jehovah"; because hey it's true. And if you're not sure,
read the Book of Mormon, pray about it, and you'll know.

Love and miss you all this Easter week!

🇪🇸🌴Elder Taylor Moulton🌲🇪🇸

 Kebab with Victor and Elana, giant kebab

 Zone Conference with the Ileida Zone
 Boom, paella!

 Waiting for our investigator to come into the room, bloods dripping out of the fridge - normal day in Zaragoza!
 Glasses from Daniel
 Yeah that would be a small child-sized Jesus in a coffin - Semana Santa in Zaragoza!

Hiking in Julisbol with the district!

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