Monday, October 28, 2013

Oct. 27, 2013 - A Trip to Honduras

This week, I spent Wednesday Thursday and Friday in Honduras. Can't really say I cared for the place all that much. But then again, I didn't see any of the tourist attractions. Just flew into the airport, took a taxi to Marriott Hotel, and had a bunch of meetings in lawyers offices. I did get to go see a couple of the properties that are the subject of litigation so I'm involved with, and I also was driven up to the brand-new Honduras temple (see photo below).  In one of the lawyers offices, I saw proudly displayed a picture of the lawyer greeting the Pope in Rome, and snapped a shot of it (see below). Look at the expression of complete reverence on his face. You can tell this meant a lot to him.  I don't know how he rated in meeting with the Pope, but he comes from a very prominent family in Honduras.

 
 

Tegucigalpa is not a very attractive city. It is built on hills, and the streets are narrow, winding, filled with potholes, and lined with trash.

In our meeting with one of the attorneys who represents the church, Jorge Burgos, I heard a story of his having received a priesthood blessing from Dick Johnson and one of the local church employees there a couple of years ago. He had been diagnosed with a heart valve condition for which surgery was required. But after the blessing, he was pronounced no longer in need of surgery, and in good health. He is a Catholic, but he believes that God intervened on his behalf through the intermediaries of our church. This, unfortunately, does nothing to persuade him to be baptized. He is one of those people, of whom there are so many these days, who believe that what church you belong to doesn't matter as long as you are a good person and believe in God.

I also found opportunities for gospel discussions with several other people while on this trip, including a civil engineer named Ivonne CaƱas. She is a very nice, single, 30-year-old who had two lessons with the missionaries before they unaccountably stopped visiting her. We talked about the book of Mormon, I promised to send her one. I plan to try to arrange for the missionaries to start visiting again.

I also spoke with another of the attorneys, a shoeshine boy, and anyone else who would listen. As I started to talk to the bodyguard for one of the judges in the country (one of eight who always accompany the judge everywhere he goes) he told me he was LDS before I could get very far! That was nice.

It was great to get back to Guatemala, and to Kate. We are now off for church, and after that will head out for a few days in Antigua. The weather is supposed to be bad, but will have a good time anyway.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Nicaragua, Big Fish & Hugo Chavez (by Steve)

About the only news that's fit to print this week is that I took a trip from Guatemala to Nicaragua with Dic.  We left on Thursday morning, very early. We were supposed to have returned Saturday morning. Alas, we are still here. Our flight on Copa Airlines has been canceled on two consecutive days.   As usual, you can forgive the technical problems, but not the misinformation handed out by the airline representatives.  I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that the updates were sporadic, unfailingly inaccurate, and calculated to prevent you from jumping ship and buying a ticket on a different airline. On the plus side, they have taken us to a very comfortable hotel where we have passed the time. We were able to watch most of the BYU game yesterday streaming live on Dic's laptop computer.  Nice win for the Cougars!  We are now booked on a different airline, and hope to get back to Guatemala city late this evening.

Nicaragua is the poorest, and the safest, of the Central American countries.  Of course, "safe" is a relative term down here.   But I have already told enough scary stories, so I won't go there this time.

The purpose of the trip was to meet with the attorneys representing the church in a series of long standing litigations involving a beautiful piece of property the church has purchased with an eye towards someday perhaps building a template here. I have spent literally days studying these cases and trying to understand them so that we can make some good decisions about how to go forward. The meetings were very enlightening and helpful. I am impressed with the quality of the attorneys down here. There is reason for cautious optimism as to how these cases will turn out. Some of the issues involve forgery, bribery, and if not outright corruption, at least unimaginable government incompetence. Sadly, these are facts of life down here.

The site for the hoped-for temple is a beautiful spot of ground.

 

 



 Nicaragua is a lot warmer than the Highlands of Guatemala, and it is a lot more humid. My view of the country has been mostly limited to what one can see through the airplane window and driving around the downtown part of the city to attorneys' offices. (The old heart of downtown Managua was destroyed by a major earthquake in the 1970s, and has not been rebuilt.) We have been escorted everywhere by wonderful church office employees. On Thursday night, we had a meeting with Mario Valle at the University of Managua.  Sr. Valle, who is a member of the national Congress and the Minister of Education in the country, is rightly proud of this university which he founded with his wife.  He spent an hour and a half touring the campus with us, and showing us around a newly constructed computer lab building stocked with the latest technology, the best the country has to offer.  We also saw a beautiful gymnasium, and he told us how Elder Christofferson had been there to address his student body, with 2000 students in attendance.  He said his students were amazed by the message they heard. He had BYU's Living Legends perform in the same gymnasium on another occasion.  He has visited church headquarters, attended a general conference, and is a great friend to the church. He does everything he can to make the tuition affordable for his students, many of whom are quite poor. And he maintains rigorous standards, even if it means that only 250 graduate on any given occasion.

On Friday evening, we went out to dinner with one of the attorneys, Brenda Martinez, and her husband. We had quite the dinner (see below).  After dinner, they drove us around the city and showed us some of the sites, including a huge, well lit monument honoring Hugo Chavez.




 Well, that's about it from me...

When Clowns Aren't Funny & Mr. Quote (by Kate)


I had a new experience today. The YW presidency in our ward was reorganized, and I was called to continue as Personal Progress adviser. The bishopric set us apart today during YW. It was the first time I had ever been set apart for a calling in a language other than English, and understood it better than I would have expected. Dad was still stuck in Nicaragua as of this morning, so I drove to and from church on my own. With Dad’s detailed directions, I was able to navigate the route smoothly both ways, so I can chalk another one up. I can also easily drive from our house to Funval and to Paiz, our grocery store. No telling where I might venture next.
We now have 3 couples in the Institute teaching rotation at Funval, which has been a tremendous relief. I continue to volunteer at Funval on Wed afternoons with Susan Rhoades (who also does Pathway). Wed we had a discussion with a group of about 12 advanced English speakers on U.S. presidents. I began by creating a chart on the whiteboard of the three branches of U.S. gov’t—Executive, Legislative and Judicial--and who serves under each. Then we shared the biographies of six of the most well-known presidents—George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, Franklin D Roosevelt, JFK, and Ronald Reagan. The students had a lot of questions; thankfully, between the two of us, Susan and I were able to answer all of them. This Wed the topic will be U.S. Holidays. Susan is creating a power point with information and graphics for each of the major holidays—New Year’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Presidents Day, St Patrick’s Day, Easter, Memorial Day, the Fourth of July, Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve. I will bring a few food samples and some little tokens to represent each, if I can find them. For example, for New Year’s Eve, Hershey kisses to represent kissing at midnight and some hats and/or noisemakers.               
On our trips to Pathway on Thurs evenings, there is a roundabout along the way where a woman dressed as a clown, in full costume and make-up, solicits money from passers-by. Traffic at that time of day (rush hour) moves very slowly, so there is plenty of time for her to quickly walk from car to car.  It is is a very poignant moment for me every week. You see, she always carries a baby in a sling across her chest. I think perhaps the costume is not only an attention getter but perhaps for anonymity.  A mother and baby are hard to resist. There are four people like this who stand regularly along the streets we frequent. Besides the clown lady, there is an amputee, a little woman who appears to be mentally compromised in front of a small grocery that carries many U.S. products, and a very old woman in native costume, who is always at a certain intersection on our way home from church. Perhaps she does well there when our block is over and the ward members are driving home.
My Pathway group is small this semester. There were 10 students to begin with, but only 8 are apparently going to stick. Eight is the minimum number allowed, as I may have mentioned previously. Two weeks ago during a discussion, one of the class members, who happens to be a bishop, kept answering questions with quotes from various recent prophets and apostles. Two of the other students in the class started referring to him as “Mr. Quote.” If you were there, it was really funny. The room where my group meets is just downstairs from the one where Dad’s group meets. There is one student upstairs who has earned the reputation of being “The Cookie Hog.” He’s not overweight, but boy, does he love cookies. This semester, after he gets as many as he can upstairs, he comes downstairs to see if I have any leftovers. On Thurs, when Dad was already in Nicaragua, Elder and Sister Searle were substituting for Dad. “The Cookie Hog” came down after class saying he needed to try my cookies to see if they were as good as Sis Searle’s. In reality, I had made all the cookies. I think he already knew that, but was just trying to avoid getting razzed, as he always does, by my students.
This Tues (10/22) it’s my turn to teach Institute. The lesson is on Ether 1-5. As I have been reading and re-reading these chapters, I have noticed the emphasis by the Lord on “fasting and praying oft” in order to draw close to God the Father, the Savior and the Holy Ghost. It is an opportunity open to all of us. A real challenge in our busy modern lives, but what a strong shield against worldliness to have the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost. I certainly am learning more about the Book of Mormon than I ever have before. We’ll finish the year with a couple of review nights, and then start with 1 Nep in January.
 If I have already written about this previously, forgive me, but a large new room on the second floor of Funval was just completed a few weeks ago. I haven’t taught in it yet, but it can’t compare to anything we would be familiar with in the states. It’s a large, deep, rectangular, white (floor to ceiling) box accessed at one end by a very steep flight of outdoor-type stairs and at the other by a small door at the very end of the 2nd floor hall. There is one white board that can be used, but it has to be propped up on two chairs and nearly always needs a good cleaning. The lights are fluorescent and very bright so the whole room gives the impression of being lined in white patent leather. There is pretty good ventilation from two windows along one wall of the room, but with none on the opposite wall, there is no cross-breeze. Each student has to tote a plastic patio chair up to the room when it’s time for Institute. I’m sure none of them has any idea of the contrast between this set-up and what we have in the U.S. However, that being said, you couldn’t find a more pleasant, cooperative, enthusiastic, grateful group of students anywhere.
Friday was the 6-month mark of our mission. One-third down, two-thirds to go.  So glad we are far enough in to be well-adjusted to our assignments and surroundings. My Spanish is improving as I learn more and more vocabulary and grammar. I was able to make a little Personal Progress presentation to the YW today with not much help from the leaders and girls. Our group is so small that we always meet together in the same room. About 8 girls attend each week. We have to sing a capella, as there is no piano. But everyone just accepts this as normal. Next month we are planning to have a PP Activity Day on a Friday, probably the week before Thanksgiving. YW camp is set for Oct 30-Nov 2, just 3 days, at a church-owned camp outside the city. Both of these activities will be during school vacation mid-Oct to mid-January. It’s amazing to see how the Church functions basically the same anywhere you go.
We will be going on a little getaway at the end of this week for 3 days in Antigua. Senior missionaries are actually encouraged to do this occasionally for R&R. Great perk of serving a senior mission. We’ll be gone Sat 10/26 to Wed 10/30. That’s if Dad isn’t delayed getting home from another trip this coming Thurs-Fri to Honduras on more church real estate business. We’ll be crossing our fingers that things go according to plan.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Go Hamal!

                You know Kate has been studying Spanish a lot when, during the BYU v. Georgia Tech football game, she spontaneously yells, “Go, Hamal!” Kate has been working pretty intensively on lesson prep and scripture study.  One evening, I wandered into the kitchen where she was doing some cooking.  I snapped the following, un-posed photo:


                You know you’re not in Provo anymore when you show up to perform a musical number (guitar and harmonica, Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief) at the Stake Relief Society meeting to celebrate… something… RS Birthday? Pioneer Day?. . . and find a RS choir decked out like this?

 


If you’d been the choir, you wouldn’t have worried much about looking funny in front of all the women of the entire stake, because this is the entire audience:


 

                You know you’re not in the Grandview !0th Ward High Priest Group when, with no particular fanfare,  you hear (as I did today) a story like this from one of the regular group members:  “My work requires me to drive all over the city on a motorcycle.  It can be pretty dangerous out there.  I ALWAYS leave my helmet on, but last week, stopped at a red light, I felt like taking it off for a minute to cool down.  Two guys pulled up behind me on motorcycles.  I glanced back and saw they were armed.  Not good news.  Then I heard one say to the other, ‘That’s not him.’  The second guy said, ‘You sure?’  ‘Yes,’ responded the first, ‘that’s not him.’  And off they went.  I think I would have been shot if I hadn’t removed my helmet so they could see what I look like.”  OK, my job suddenly doesn’t seem so stressful anymore.

                You know the bishopric works fast when this happens:  I decided I could use a team teacher in Sunday School, and I know my friend and fellow senior missionary, Wayne Wilcox, dentist from Downey, had a calling which rarely required him to do anything.  After Sacrament Meeting today, I privately suggested to a counselor in the bishopric that Wayne be considered as my team teacher.  He said he liked the idea and the bishopric would consider it.  I went off to teach my class (at least in Guatemala they have the order of meetings right), and when I came in for Priesthood Meeting, the counselor pulled me aside and said they had approved it.  During priesthood meeting, the pulled Wayne out, I assume to issue the calling.  Now THAT is moving fast!  (Hey, Sara, want to send a certain bishop’s counselor down here for a lesson or two?)