I am so ready to hit the field, though. Some of the sisters in our district are leaving next week, and we leave a whole week after them. Part of it is because while the MTC food may be good, it's super fattening. I've avoided gaining much weight by working myself nigh unto exhaustion, even the valley of the shadow of death (okay, that's exaggerating) every night in gym. The other part of it is that I feel like I'm ready. I don't need too much training. I have enough Spanish to teach and befriend investigators, and the Lord will take care of the rest as long as I'm obedient and diligent. However, it is meet for me to stay another two weeks, so I will make the most of it.
During my stay here at the MTC, I've been blessed to learn how to trust in the Lord, and how to be an instrument in His hands. The MTC is a wonderful place to tune yourself to the Spirit, and it is my goal to never lose that tuning to Him.
Last week was our last week of teaching Victor, and he pulled out all the stops. We came to the lesson with only a topic and a couple bullet points we wanted to discuss, having prayed super hard that our mouths would be filled. We walk in, and he tells us that he almost didn't come, because one of his classmates in his religion class had told him about polygamy, and how blacks didn't have the priesthood until the 60s. He really took some issue with it. Only the Lord and the promptings of the Holy Ghost are responsible for what happened next. The words we spoke were not our own, and when we directed his questions back to the veracity of the Book of Mormon, the Spirit was present in great strength. Our Heavenly Father saved our toes from being roasted that lesson, and we were able to take Victor's doubts and turn them into faith-building experiences as he read talks and visited church websites, and read more and more from the Book of Mormon. I can tell that he already feels the Holy Ghost strongly, he just needs to learn how to recognize it. It's a bit of a bummer that we won't be able to see him to baptism, but I know that the next missionaries that teach him will help him along his path towards the truth.
We have been teaching a Jehovah's Witness, too, and it's been rather difficult. In a lesson two weeks ago, he told us that his goal is to return to Guatemala and to help his people, to unify them, and to lift them from poverty. Now, in Guatemala, there are major sicknesses that affect bone health. This last week we taught him the Word of Wisdom. We shared a passage from Isaiah 58 (I think), that talks about receiving health in the bones. After we read it, he paused for a minute, head bowed. When he looked up at us again, there were tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Elders," he said, "I know that this scripture was meant for me." At the end of the lesson, he gave one of the most sincere prayers that I have ever heard. He is so close to baptism, I can feel it, and I am so excited to be involved in such a mighty change of heart.
Well, the church is still true, the Book is blue, and I so happy to be a missionary!