30.5.16

week 30 "Oh say what is true"

Hey mom!

I just want to begin by saying I read a phenomenal talk recently by C. Terry Warner, and I strongly related to the following passage. It might be good to share. https://speeches.byu.edu/talks/c-terry-warner_honest-simple-solid-true/
Whether it is felt in His breast or in ours, the Savior’s love can achieve what force cannot because where force calls forth counterforce, love calls forth love. In the human image of His divine sacrifice, we, too, can outlast and conquer vengeance. I received a while ago a letter from a woman whose father had been emotionally neglectful and whose husband turned out to be much the same way. When she tried to talk about why he was distant, he said it was because she was always angry. This angered her more, and she told him she was only angry because of his lack of love, which made him more inclined to withdraw. They had got themselves encircled in the bands of death and the chains of hell. She went to the mountains alone, intent upon reading one of the contemporary self-help books. She wrote later:
As the writer began describing the intense need we each have for love, I began to feel more and more deprived until I felt such a huge longing that I could barely breathe. I decided to write all of this down for my husband to read, and enumerate the many times I had felt emotionally deprived. I began to write furiously, to pour it all out onto the paper. The longer I wrote, the more I began to have a feeling come over me that what I was writing was false. The feeling continued growing until I could no longer squelch it, and I knew intuitively that the feeling was coming from God, that He was telling me that what I was writing was false. “How could it be false?” I asked angrily. “I lived it. I know it was there because I saw and felt it. How could it be false?” But the feeling became so powerful and overwhelming that I could no longer deny it or fight against it. So I tore up the pages I had written, threw myself down on my knees, and began to pray, saying, “If it is false, show me how it could be false.” And then a voice spoke to my mind and said, “If you had come unto Me, it all would have been different.”
I was astounded. I went to church. I read the scriptures often, I prayed pretty regularly, I tried to obey the commandments. “What do you mean, ‘Come unto You?’” I wondered. And then into my mind flashed pictures of me wanting to do things my own way, of holding grudges, of not forgiving, of not loving as God had loved us. I had wanted my husband to “pay” for my emotional suffering. I had not let go of the past and had not loved God with all my heart. I loved my own willful self more.
I was aghast. I suddenly realized that I was responsible for my own suffering, for if I had really come unto Him, as I outwardly thought I had done, it all would have been different. As that horrible truth settled over me, I realized why the pages I had written of my suffering had been false. I had allowed it to happen by not truly coming unto God. That day I repented of not loving God, of not loving my husband, of blaming, of finding fault, of thinking that others were responsible for my misery.
I returned home but did not mention to my husband anything of what had transpired. But I gave up blaming, knowing that I was in large part responsible for the state of our relationship. And I tried to come unto God with full purpose of heart. I prayed more earnestly and listened to His Spirit. I read my scriptures and tried to come to know Him better. Two months passed, and one morning my husband awoke and turned to me in bed and said, “You know, we find fault too much with each other. I am never going to find fault with my wife again.” I was flabbergasted, for he had never admitted he had done anything wrong in our relationship. He did stop finding fault, and he began to compliment me and show sweet kindness. It was as if an icy glass wall between us had melted away. Almost overnight our relationship became warm and sweet. Three years have passed, and still it continues warmer and happier. We care deeply about one another and share ideas and thoughts and feelings, something we had not done for the first 16 years of marriage.
The Savior seems to say to us: “Come unto me, and I will give you such assurance and hope and strength that you cannot be taken hostage by anyone who seems to do you harm. I will liberate you into love. And then you will no longer give anyone cause to resent or fear you. Instead, they will respond to the love that I have bestowed upon you. By abiding in me, you will do much good, bear much fruit.”

We had some various experiences recently that weren´t too easy, and it has been difficult to find people in the area. With one investigator we were teaching, an Adventist super focused on the Old Testament, when we asked him to ask God if all this is true, he replied ´How will God respond to me?!`-as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world, definitely not with an open here. It was at the point when I thought of when Natalie says Ùm, bye!`haha, because he was just not progressing, and was essentially just saying, you guys are good, and do good, but I ask that you preach Adventist doctrine-um, no. That´s Apostasy. 

We also had one person, Mateus is supposedly his name, in potential who we thought was going to be great, said that The Book of Mormon would change his life, was totally open to learning more, etc.-turns out he gave false contact information-menino, he should be an actor. He outdid all the people who lied to us in Jordao, Massaranduba, and Prazeres combined. No easy feat, it made me lose a bit of my faith in people but also made me appreciate the gems we find in our life of the friends, family members, and the strangers sent on our paths that we can trust.

         1. Oh say, what is truth? 'Tis the fairest gem
That the riches of worlds can produce,
And priceless the value of truth will be when
The proud monarch's costliest diadem
Is counted but dross and refuse.
         2. Yes, say, what is truth? 'Tis the brightest prize
To which mortals or Gods can aspire.
Go search in the depths where it glittering lies,
Or ascend in pursuit to the loftiest skies:
'Tis an aim for the noblest desire.

         3. The scepter may fall from the despot's grasp
When with winds of stern justice, he copes.
But the pillar of truth will endure to the last,
And its firm-rooted bulwarks outstand the rude blast
And the wreck of the fell tyrant's hopes.
4. Then say, what is truth? 'Tis the last and the first,
For the limits of time it steps o'er.
Tho the heavens depart and the earth's fountains burst,
Truth, the sum of existence, will weather the worst,
Eternal, unchanged, evermore.
A Dona Silvoneite is really progressing. She asked for a little bit more time, in order to resolve the affairs in the local parish, ´na maneira certa before she is baptized. She accepted a later date in June, she really opened up to us crying, asking about authority, baptism, eternal families, Jesus Christ, and why is it really necessary for her to be baptized again. She calls us her ´netinhos!`-little grandsons haha, Also, we
had lunch with her and family (part member family), and we started talking about music, In the background there were different Brazilian people singing in English-one guy was awful, and another girl was really good, and I commented, she managed to sing English well, and she started to cry, saying Oh, ele falou ela conseguiou cantar bem o ingles!- my father was musical like you!´And then told stories about his love for music, the letters he wrote, etc. She loves to hear me play the piano in church. Anyway, it´s quite fun teaching her with William, in her house filled with crosses and crucifixes and pictures of Jesus suffering. 
Another theme, that is pretty related to truth, is the problem here of people thinking they can receive revelation for their neighbor that their mother-in-law in Sao Paulo is going to die on Good Friday, so to speak.

One recent convert who, who has had a very fascinating, and a difficult life,

along with an incredible transformation, told us of one time when somebody told her that they received a revelation, if she continued smoking within the coming weeks or something she would end up in the hospital, and another part I don´t remember. Beyond irritated, she puffed smoke into this individual's face, and responded, If it comes from God, Éu recebo´,/I receive it/, however, I know this is not from God, and got up and went to knock her down, so to speak, however this individual fled the scene. She also told us about how she didn´t live the relationships she had, not keeping the commandments, before she ´knew the truth´, having had a Christian background herself. She also said how in the Assembleia de Deus, she was put in ´castigo´because she could never speak in tongues (the false interpretation that prevails here, that tongues are bizarre words that no one understands, instead of the gift to make various peoples and cultures and languages understand the gospel message) It was interesting that she commented, I lived the way I did, and had all the problems I did, before Í knew the truth`, and also commented that she needed to ´perserverar ate of fim`, that it really doesn´t profit her or any of us to be strong in the church for 10 years and then give it all up-it´s continual, forever. 
Love, Elder Talentino

week 29 New hat and sunglasses in the mission!


Hi!

Glad to hear about the new hat and sunglasses rule, now maybe people in and outside of the church, on the street and off the street here will stop lecturing me about how incredibly white I am and how I need a hat and sunscreen =)

I have some photos but a virus here attacked, but William, the computer wizard here in the ward, should be able to recover them in due time. I´ll make sure not to use this computer a gain, it has a reputation in the Lanhouse now haha. This week was a bit rough, I had a virus and a bacterial infection which started to spread very close to my eye, we went to Kezia for lunch, she looked at my face and immediately asked for President Bigelow´s WhatsApp, got in touch with him, sent a picture, said I needed to go to the hospital ímmediatemente!, and I was authorized to go to the oh so fancy hospital Santa Joana in downtown Recife. When we went down to the city, on the bus, when young woman took one look at my face and asked ´Real Portugues?`(Royal Portuguese hospital?) to which I replied `Nao, Santa Joana` It was quite bad, I wanted to wait until today to do, but I´m glad Kezia acted quickly-the infection is almost gone now! 

We met up with Sister Forbush to walk over to the hospital, while there I met the new Senior couple-Sister Gale, who lived in the Kirtland stake when it was organized for the first time after members came back to the area! She lived in the Painesville/Mentor-on-the-Lake area and did have some lung problems due to the pollution from the factories in Cleveland. They also had church in the Whitney store for a month until the Fire Marshall shut em down, haha. They also had SEEDLESS grapes that they managed to find in Recife, the things you miss from normal life =) It was prime. Anyway, we walked over to Santa Joana, I checked in, waited there for a bit. There was also a lady there in the hallway talking to Elder Brabo, who was there because Elder Flake had also taken ill. The nice lady there was in Recife to visit her father who is terminally ill, and apparently has been going back and forth from downtown Recife to the interior for a while now, and she said to us that ´Tudo que e de Deus e bom`and being of means, told me that she had also been to Atlanta and Orlando-to which I replied, Yeah, there are a lot of Brazilians in Orlando, she responded ´De mais`haha. She then said for us to ´continuar no evangelho´and accepted the missionary referral. When we were checking in I remarked to Elder Lima how strange it was as a missionary for people to be so nice to us (the workers), he responded, Yeah, people are nice when they want your money`haha

We also went to MacDonald´s! Being sick has it´s perks, haha, MacDonald´s here is actually pretty good, but oh so overpriced. We spent the night in the apartment there with Elder Azevedo, Elder J. Ramirez, Elder Omar, Elder Friedrich, Elder Flake, and Elder Brabo-mission sleepover. Elder Friedrich is very German looking, his ancestors fled Germany during World War 2 for Brazil, people here ask him where he´s from, `Brazil´ nao, realmente, `Brazil`, ugh, fine just forget it.
Elder Omar, one of the many missionaries from the state of Sao Paulo, (who was Elder Russi´s companion for a transfer), said he wanted to be my companion, due to all the people we baptized in Jordao. To which I replied, it really wasn´t us, neither me nor Elder Russi, the Lord just happened to put prepared people in our path. Elder Omar is a relatively recent convert, converted about 3 years ago, said his parents weren´t too happy-his mom is Catholic, and his dad is Baptist, he said his dad was especially not happy, not too surprising. They also did not support him in going on a mission, when I asked ànd how about now? He replied, `Well, now they´re okay with it` A normal pattern.
I enjoyed the night there in Recife, and thought how cool it would be to live there a bit as a foreigner, but as a missionary it´s a difficult area-with numerous closed, apartment buildings, and a mountain of people who do not live in your area. However, there really are a lot of cool neighborhoods in Recife, but as a missionary, I was content to return to our area.
It was interesting talking to Maria (The Because of Winn-Dixie character in real life) this week. She told us a bit about how she lived in Casa Amarella, and there the church ´followed me for 20 years`, and then managed to snag her here in Massaranduba. She said `that Elder Abrego came up here one day, with his clown-like way of his, and began to talk to me about where I believed my deceased family was and how I could know. Then I thought `Pronto`, here we go`haha, he began to talk her, asked her if she had a Bible, she said she did, and then went to get it. From there she began to progress and managed to progress and accepted to be baptized-after 20 years with missionaries and members trying to get here in Casa Amarella, haha Tudo no tempo do Senhor =) She and a few other members also made me try Cevada, which is a substitute for coffee here, I find it quite distasteful, unless I put in 5 billion cups of milk and sugar haha

I got called in, chatted a bit with the first doctor, who happened to ask why so many missionaries are American. We explained the mission call process a bit to him, etc. Then we went in to the next part. The doctor came by, asked for the symptoms and observed the damaged. She asked where I lived, and I was all, not where all of your chic, loaded clients live, me, you know, the periphery, a favela, not here, haha. She then called in 2 or 3 other doctors to examine the damage. One doctor then said, Senhor, NAO SAI de Recife`or DO NOT leave Recife, then asked `Voces nao tem um Bispo de voces,?`and wanted to make sure that we had a support system for me just in case. The doctors were quite concerned actually. They didn´t quite reach certainty what the sickness was, but decided that it was a virus and a bacteria. They also said `We have your friend upstairs`-which reminded me of the part of The Man Who Knew Too Little when they say `We have your brother`haha, to which responded Èlder Flake? Nao, Joshua, Us, yeah, Elder Flake, haha They prescribed cephalexin and acyclovir-which Pappap or Megan Beus might be able to explain better, haha. They were also a bit concerned about the amount of weight I had lost and suggested for me to take exams later. 
After, we went to the pharmacy, and to pick up the medicine for 10 days, when the bill was rung up it came to 578 Reais, and then I started laughing because I knew there was no way we could pay for that up front. We called Sister Forbush and told her, and then she said, could you say the amount in English please ´Five Hundred and Seventy-Eight Reais!` Sister Forbush Àre you kidding me?! Then me, Yeah, we´re not messing with you-`Oh, I know you´re not`, etc. then it was resolved that we would stay the night in Recife while the funds were arranged for us-good thing because we went to another pharmacy that night-Big Ben-that gave us a 290 discount, so we paid have the price of the other place next to Santa Joana.

Lunch this past Sunday is interesting. We have some Sisters in this ward that clean the houses of super rich (typically white) Brazilian families in downtown Recife, think of penthouse apartments. In a strange way, it is like unto a version of The Help, Recife edition, only now the maids are members and telling church members and missionaries about their work lives in Boa Viagem
We heard the story of one family, with very wealthy parents that are nice, in the process of creating a monster child, that just gives their young son whatever he wants. When the one member was taking care of the house, the parents came in (the son is playing the video games he has), the mom is spoon feeding him, and the dad is stroking his hair. Tell me if this is sane. 
There were also various other details that were just beyond belief, including the fact that the child is 12 years old and his parents still brush his teeth for him. I could go on and on, but you get the picture. Other families however, happen to be members, one gave Cecilia a photo of the Draper temple that she bought while traveling =), and other gave Vanusa as a referral to the missionaries, if I´m not mistaken. 

Dona Silvoneite is progressing, she has gone to the Catholic church for 85 years, but accepted a baptismal date. However, she has medical problems being 85 years old, but is still quite active! Her family-a bunch of recent converts are gently pushing her along =) One member said, I hope she gets baptized ´logo´ because she doesn´t have much time left. Cleide spoke to us and said that when she passed by the temple on the bus, it is just a building so Celestial and incredible that she can´t wait for the time when she´ll be able to go in! The temple prep is already beginning =)


We also had an interesting experience with Irma Eliane this week, who told us a bit about her conversion story. We asked her about how it was with The Book of Mormon, she responded well, Nao vou mentir, in the beginning, I didn´t like, and I never liked that name, Mormon, I always disliked it. She also went on to say that she knew, it wasn´t worth it to get baptized to please a missionary-(which happens here more than you think it would), especially since they only stay here for a few months and after ´Vai embora´. However, she said she made a silent promise to herself, that if one missionary came back, she would consider being baptized. One missionary that passes here, did end up coming back (still during his mission) and talking to her, and in the end she did accept to be baptized. She did say though, I get cold sometimes in church, sometimes I feel that I go there, wanting to hear `a palavra´ and people just talk and focus just on The Book of Mormon, and or don´t use the New Testament and forget about the life of Christ. It made me personally reflect on the importance of using The Book of Mormon and the Bible in the church, and to always remember Christ-the focal point.

love,
Elder Talentino