I hope everyone had a steller past 7 days. Just for everyone to know, things are good down here in paradise. Among the highlights of the week, yesterday our bus broke down in the middle of the highway so my companion and I decided to use it as an opportunity and invited 50 people to church with us. It ended up like one of my old track pep talks. At one point I asked, “Did our bus break down?” and like 2 confused people were like, "YEAH" with a little too much enthusiasm. So I go, “ But are we going to get to where we need to go?” and this time like 5 people, "YEAH." And I said, "That's great, but what about after this life? Are we going to get to where we need to go?" I said that's the real question but don't worry to help you out we have a meeting next Sunday at the church and you have 2 muchachos here to help you find the answer. So that was a fun experience. Couple more chicken feet, although I ended up getting out of another chicken foot soup so we can count that as a win.
But the real highlight of this week was when my mission president called me out of the blue on Friday and told me I had to be at the temple at 9 the next day. And the whole story is a little crazy so i will just try my best to sum it up. For those of you who don't know, I am not the first missionary in my family. I have had a lot of great examples stretching back through the years. But ever since I heard I would be serving in El Salvador, one of these examples has stood out for me. 50 years ago, Elder Moulton was here in El Salvador too. My grandpa served a mission here and I always thought it would be cool to meet some of the people who he talked to. Long story short, at the temple I was asked to be a translator for a group of Americans who were there to donate luggage and clothes to future missionaries here in El Salvador. So that was probably the coolest thing I have ever done. Got to have a little headset and everything.
But during the meeting, the founder of the foundation stood up and asked me to present myself to about 50 or 60 of these future missionaries (many of whom were kids from my old areas which was awesome to see).
And he started to share his story. 30 years ago he was a little kid here in El Salvador, and his family were good friends with another family. This other family invited them to church and years later this man is now and ex-missionary lives in California (actually in the same area where my Aunt and Uncle live - Shout out to the Sibbetts!) and is helping other kids prepare to go on missions. What makes this story so cool is that the family that helped this little boy get baptized was a family that my grandpa taught when he was here 50 years ago. Basically, because of my grandpa 50 years ago, I was able to be a part of this wonderful experience. But what really was crazy was afterward as we were leaving there was a couple who had just finished spending some time in the temple. And as we started talking to him we found out that HE WAS PART OF THE VERY SAME FAMILY THAT MY GRANDPA FOUND AND BAPTIZED!
Really hard to explain exactly how neat of an experience this all was, how special. But it taught me something as well. I doubt my grandpa thought, 50 years ago when he first met this family, that his efforts would lead to helping 50 more young missionaries leave on missions. I doubt he thought that this family would find another family, or even that the work he did would extend much more than what he could see. But my point is this. The little things we do today are what are going to lead to great things tomorrow. And we can't always see that. Its easy to be sad or disappointed even. Sometimes your bus breaks down and you end up just asking why and feeling like you'll never get to the place you need to go. But in the end, the buses break down for a reason, in the end, talking to one little family here in El Salvador will end up touching the lives of thousands of other families that these future missionaries will teach.
So if the grind gets tough or it doesn't seem to be worth the pain, remember that only God knows where the finish line is sometimes and only He knows the things that will come down the road. We taught a lesson this week about dominoes. I set up a bunch of dominoes and at the end a little action figure. Throughout the lesson, we focused on and just established one truth. And we talked about how if one thing happens it leads to another. In the end, after the family told us they believed that first point we knocked over the first domino. And we watched as the rest of the blocks started falling too. The last block knocked our little action figure off the table and into a perfectly placed glass of water. For those of you who don't get the analogy, they agreed to be baptized next week.
Sometimes it just takes one little thing to put Gods plans in motion, like my grandpa did 50 years ago. But I know its the little things that God calls us to do. On that note, have an awesometastic week, we will catch you all on the flippity flip
SALUUUU
(Elder Moulton #2 in El Salvador)