I managed to start this week out strong, but ended up bedsick once Friday rolled around. Yeah, for the first time in a long while the whole “fever-stomach pain-headache-Iwannadie” sickness came back to haunt me. Don’t really know what it was but I woke up Friday morning with the worst head ache that the mission Peru, Piura has ever seen or felt ever, and ended up lying dead in my bed pretty much all day. I managed to find strength to get up and get out of my room by about 6:30 in the afternoon, but it was indeed a struggle.
After much prayer and some priesthood blessings I am back on my feet now so no worries about that. It was a fairly tranquil and peaceful easter weekend for us. I remember one day during the past week we were walking by a neighborhood that we always pass by and theres this little girl who always comes up to us and says hello. I never asked for her name before but this week, as we passed by, she ran over to us like she always does, wrapped her arms around our legs and told us “hola”. Just to humor her, I knelt down and thanked her for her kindness and asked what her named was. She responded “Liliana”. I asked her where she lived and she pointed to a very old, pretty run down wooden house that was beginning to lean in on itself. Interested to learn the origins of this friendly little girl I decided I would pay her family a visit right then and there.
We knocked on the door and a old but sturdy old man came to greet us. He let us in immediately and we began to chat. As it turns out, he was an inactive member of our church who had been baptized years ago. His name is Justo Pasos. He told us of how he needed to work hard, despite his old age, to support his 6 children, the youngest one being Liliana, the little girl from the street. His wife died years ago, and with her loss he began to lose touch with the church, and with god. His little daughters however still recognize the missionaries with their white shirts and black nametags, and I learned that Liliana and her siblings had always wanted to be baptized. I suppose now I know why this little girl always came up to us to say hello.
On Easter sunday we came back to his home and shared with him a scripture. In the book of Mosiah, Abinadi testifies of the resurrection of Christ, and I shared with Justo the words he so boldly declared.
6 And now if Christ had not come into the world,speaking of things to come as though they had alreadycome, there could have been no redemption.
7 And if Christ had not risen from the dead, or havebroken the bands of death that the grave should have novictory, and that death should have no sting, there couldhave been no resurrection.
8 But there is a resurrection, therefore the grave hath novictory, and the sting of death is swallowed up in Christ.
9 He is the light and the life of the world; yea, a light thatis endless, that can never be darkened; yea, and also a lifewhich is endless, that there can be no more death.
; yea, and also a lifewhich is endless, that there can be no more death.
We told him that he would indeed see his wife again, and that her death need not be the end. It was a short but powerful lesson, and I feel like there could have been no better way than that to spend Easter Sunday.