Thursday, October 29, 2015

Week 21: Contacting for Days

My district before the changes
Hola Familia!

So last week, right after I got out of the internet cafe, I realized I didn't tell you sooooo many things --but guess what? I used up almost all my internet time reading my 25 emails (you guys are the greatest) and now I have almost no time to write (sorry mom, I'll do better next week). Well--bullet point version of my life...

1.At the begining of this change I got a new companion Hna Sic de Guatemala.  She may be the shortest person I have ever seen she is super sweet and we are both Sister Training leaders! Loco! Yo se! [Crazy! I know!]

2. As Sister Training Leaders we go on divisions a lot, and it was nice to visit other areas see how other wards work, and also realize that part of the reason we are not seeing a ton of success in my area is because the people here are a lot harder.  We contact 100 people and we are lucky if 15 accept. Of those, about 7 will have given us a false number. Of the remaining 8, when we come back to their house, 3 of the people who answer the door claim they don't live there. That leaves us with 5--2 of which are never home--which leaves us with 3 who listen and after a week 1 with the potential of progressing. So yah, it is nice to know not all the areas in the mission are like that. But I honestly dont feel mad or disheartend because I know I am being obedient. I can be better. I can mejorar [improve] my teaching skills, but I feel good with my effort. I'm inviting, people just aren't coming :)

3. One day when I was out of my area on divisions my comp was contacting and she invited these jovenes [young people] to church but they brushed her off saying "Lambert ya nos invito" [Lambert already invited us]  No idea who they were, but nice to know I'm making a name for myself :)

4. I am trying to think of a spanish pun using  beatrice y habia tres because here they sound exactly the same.

I love you all! Peace out-- I promise a real letter next week!

Hermana Lambert

Seeing Sister Villalobos at Zone Conference

Picture courtesy of Sis. Stutznegger, at Zone Conference

With Sis. Villalobos and Pres. Stutznegger

With Sis. Wong in our apartment--picture from Sis. Wolferts

Foviste Ward

Monday, October 26, 2015

Week 20: Tortillas!

These pictures are courtesy of Sis. Wolferts and her new camera!  This is the question we always ask people!

We love the camera!

Ready to tract!
Oct. 19, 2015
So due to a series of unfortunate events I do not have a full hour to write you today :( so this will have to be quick and snappy! I'll just give you some of those truly  Mexican stories I didn't have time for last week!

1. Tortillas
A meal is not complete if there are not tortillas. PERIOD. Tortillas are everything. They serve us pasta in creamy sauce and when we don't use tortillas they start handing them to us. We were eating Chicken nuggets with french fries and the sister told me "Aqui estan las tortillas. "[Here are the tortillas] "Gracias, Hermana," I said as I continued to eat the french fries. "Aqui estan!" [Here they are!] she repeated as she noticed I wasn't eating them. "No le gustan tortillas?" ella me pregunto. "No hermana, si, a mi me gustan tortillas" [Don't you like tortillas?, she asked me. "No, sister, I do like tortillas]  I said with a smile as I grabbed a tortilla and loaded it up with chicken nuggets and french fries... It is just so crazy to me.

Or one time I was eating avocados with tortillas and I asked the sister if she had any salt to put on it. BAD IDEA. Poor lady didn't have any salt in her house so she gave me papas (potato chips) and told me to put them in my tortilla. I told her I was fine, but she insisted. SHE was certain that because I had asked for salt I didn't like it and would not be happy until I made my avocado saltier with potato chips. BUT THE CHIPS WEREN'T EVEN SALTY. :)

2. Know how last week I told you about that contact from a few months ago? Well 3 days ago we found her again but my new comp,  HNA Sic contacted her before I could tell her who it was. It almost ended in the exact same way--this time with us promising to find her in the spirit world to let her know that there really is a life after death.

3. The other day we were contacting and this lady passed us with a lot of bags so of course I offered to help her carry them but she said "NO thanks! your companions already tried to help us in the market!" Hna Wolferts and Hna Martinez already tried to contact and help them!

And to end it on a spiritual note, last night Hno Levi, one of the awesome members in the ward who helps us a lot, was out with us accompanying us to citas [appointments] and giving us references. when it was 8:30 and we were thinking of going to one more menos activa casa [less active home] before we went back home I could see him thinking about some thing he was debating por un buen rato [for a good time] when he said "Ok, tengo un a referencia mas para ustedes. Es mi mejor amigo del mundo " [Ok, I have one more reference for you both.  It is my best friend in the world.]  I felt so honored that he was trusting my companion and me with this reference. He was a teacher in the MTC [Missionary Training Center] and he told us that when he first got home from his mission and saw the elders that were here he wanted to help them, but he knew that he could not trust them with his friends so  el dijo "Ok voy a esperar hasta que llegan missioneros que son obedientes"[he said, "Ok, I am going to wait until obedient missionaries come.] and there have been some good missionaries in this area in between then and now, but he still waited until us to introduce his friend of over 23 years to listen to us. 

Ok, well, I love you guys and I love the photos you sent me. And my pink dress :) wearing it always make me smile. Till next week

con much amor  Hna Lambert

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Monday, October 19, 2015

Life is Sweet!

Chiste (Joke)

I was walking down the street laughing so hard I almost had to stop with Hna Wong and Hna Wolferts. As I struggled for breath I thought "that would make a great story!" but then I realized you wouldn't even understand. Not if I didn't explain 5 or 6 things about how Mexico is and what my life here actually looks like. But you know what the worst part is? I can't even remember what we were laughing about. Or what I would have had to explain! So I decided that I am going to try and start doing better in telling you guys all the funny or interesting stories I tell members at lunch when we sit down and swap mission stories.

1. The Razor In The Tree
One day a few weeks ago, I was walking down the street talking on the phone with one of the elders, when all of a sudden, almost as if of its own accord, my hand reached out and hit a nearby tree. I have no idea why I did this. Everything here is dirty and I usually try to avoid touching anything, but I smacked this tree with all most all my strength. Next I almost screamed, but I also try to avoid being loud on the street, (we get enough attention as it is) so I just stopped talking for a moment and told the Elder we would call him back later. When I jerked my hand back from the tree out fell a diamond shaped razor about the size of my nail. I looked down at my hand and sure enough I was bleeding. It wasn't too bad though and there was nothing I could really do so we just went on with our day. In fact I even forgot about it til a few days later my arm started to hurt really bad. I was complaining about it to Hna Wolferts "It has been hurting for 2 days now" I said "It feels like I got a tetanus shot" "Didn't you get stabbed by a dirty razor on the street"? she asked. At THAT point I got freaked out and we had a long disscussion debating whether or not I had Tetanus or AIDS or both but it turns out I am fine :)

2. Contacting and the Second Coming
As missionaries sometimes we talk about how at the judgment day we will stand in front of the people who rejected us and testify that we tried to  teach them the true and living gospel but they wouldn't listen or accept us. We also talk about the people who will stand in front of us at the last day and say " You walked past me every day! I was looking for the gospel and you never contacted me"!!!  A few months ago I was street contacting With Hna Villalobos and she LOVES to teach people about the resurrection right off the bat. Mostly because she assumes it is common ground so she starts off with that and then when the say they don't believe in the resurrection she gets all animated and starts pounding her bible. Anyways we were talking to this lady who said she believed in Jesus Christ and in Heavenly Father but not in the resurrection or in a life after this one. She kept triyng to leave but Hna Villalobos grabbed her hands and wouldn't let her go. It ended with me grabbing Hna Villalobos and testifying that "Yes, indeed Christ would come again to this earth," to which the lady replied "All right, when Christ comes again you guys come and find me and then I will join your church." It was all I could do to keep from laughing. In that moment all I could think was "if only she knew" but instead I told her "Yes, when he comes you will know. And every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus in the Christ."

3. Jose
This past week one of our appointments fell through, and our back-up plan, and our plan C, so we started contacting. We were about to contact a door and Hna Wolferts said WE should pretend we are looking for Jose and see what happens. we all laughed and joked about how Jose really might be the most mexican name, and knocked the door. To Hna Wong and my surprise Hna Wolferts started in with "Se encuentra Jose?" With the most sincere and earnest voice I have ever heard, the man at the door responded "No, Lo siento, no esta. No ha regresado de su trabajo todavia" Hna Wolferts and I about lost it. It was all we could do to keep in our giggles which left Wong to ask the follow-up questions (when will he be back, etc)  We then contacted him, taught him about prophets, gave him a Folleto [pamphlet] and set up a return appointment. It was great :)

4. Ensename Ingles! o Predicame la palabra de Dios!
[Teach me English! or Preach to me the Word of God!]

There are lots of people who yell at us on the street but there is this one corner of our street that we pass almost every night and on one side are all the drunk guys.  If you cross the street there are all the pot heads, so we walk fast and pick which side to walk on by which is less populated. Anyways, one night there was almost nobody on the drunk side so here go Hna Crichton y yo walking as fast as we can, and the guys in the other side start screaming  at us "HELLO! HELLO! Ensename ingles! I want to learn english!" We were pretty far past them, but I yelled over my shoulder "Vayan-se a la capilla Sabado a las 12!" and they all shut up.  It was great.
Or another time this group of 3 muscular guys, ages 17-21, were walking towards us and totally eyeing Hna Wolferts. One of them nodded at his friend and I was expecting him to say something gross about gueras but instead he said "Ella me dio una folleto."  I was laughing so hard we had to stop for a second.
Or one time I was with Hna Crichton we walked past this group of school kids all making fun of us for not speaking spanish "They can't understand us. Those stupid white girls just speak english" and I whipped around and said " Yo hablo espanol, como esta?" they were all so stunned that none of them said anything.  So I smiled and said "Tengan un buen dia!" and left
lots of stuff happens. Usually I don't respond at all but it is nice every once and a while ,when people yell at you "Angels! Angels! Predicame el palabra de Dios" o "Evangelisame" to yell back "Vayan se a la capilla Domingos a las 11"

 So I didn't tell you guys all the stories I made notes of to tell you, but I hope you started to get a better feel for the real Mexico, DF

Peace out, Hna LAmbert

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


MEXICAN flag from on our roof!

A Second View from our roof!

The view down through our apartment from the roof! (3rd floor)

Dear Family

Well, this week I have definitely been able to start to see the fruits of my labors in re-dedicating myself to the work.  Alma, mente, e fuerza, si? (Heart, mind, & strength, yes?)  And even though we were working less in my actual area (what with the night we took off to go to the mission offices to talk to Prez, the day we went to the temple, and how now we have 1 companionship covering 2 areas) we had way more success this week.  At least visible success. :) 

Our lessons with members present went up and I FINALLY have a progressing investigator and he told his family about us and his dad is reading the Book of Mormon!  And we only taught this guy once!  His whole family is de ORO. :) [gold]  I am so happy.

The only dent in my happiness is that Jocelin, the girl who Wong and I taught and baptized in the first 6 weeks here in the mission is not active anymore.  Some of the hard part of rejectino is just loving people so much and seeing their divine potential.  Then you love them all so much that as long as they will listen to you, you just want to keep teaching them but that's not how it works.  They need to put in their own effort and if they won't read and pray they will never progress.  So you leave them and move on to look for new people.  It is like I just got out of a relationship.  I don't want to love the new investigators as much as the old ones because I'm afraid I will just have to leave them again.  But, if I'm not teaching with love, they will never care what my message is.  So I pray for charity, love my investigators, and get my heart broken again, and again, and again.

So, this was the question I took to conference.  "How can I love my investigators and really care about them, teach with the love of Christ, but still keep myself from being heart-broken when they don't accept?"  Well now, even just typing out that question, I realize how obvious the answer is.  You can't.  I need to see every person as their parents see them.  Especially as their Heavenly Parents see them.  I will love them and I will be disappointed.  My heart will break but Heavenly Father will comfort me.  Heal my heart.  Help me start over.  

This letter sounds sad, but really this has been a fantastic week.  Great things are happening in my area and I am excited to get back there with my new comp and work full force. :)  I got to go to the temple this week with Hermana Crichton and do a session in the temple her last day here.  Then we had conference so it has just been a spiritual whirlwind and my heart is full of peace.  I love you guys :)  I got the package you sent me in the beginning of the week and I got the big letter you sent me with the photos hoy.  You guys are the best! 

Hermana Wolferts is going to send you a bunch of pics for the blog :) [see above and below]

Peace Out! 
Hermana Lambert

Our "heater" in the bucket, getting ready for a shower!

Handmade gifts (from newspaper) by a recent convert