Caleb Update 3 of 3

***EDIT*** Caleb is working through things with the help of the Lord, his mission president, an inspired doctor, and all of our prayers and fasting on his behalf. Hi, We have not heard anything from President Castenada or Caleb.  Spoke with our Stake President who indicated that since we spoke to him he had had a 1 minute conversation with someone from the missionary department indicating the church has doctors they use for the care of the missionaries.  Not sure exactly what that means but at least the missionary department has been notified. When we spoke to Caleb Monday evening he noted that p-day for the office elders is Saturday.  I am refreshing my email regularly hoping to receive some news from him today.  Perhaps there may even be a group email : ) We are anxious for news, particularly for planning purposes, but trust that Caleb is in the Lord's hands.  Please continue to keep all concerned with decisions regarding his physical and spiritual health in your prayers. Love to all! Mother <3

Caleb Update 2 of 3

***EDIT*** Caleb is working through things with the help of the Lord, his mission president, an inspired doctor, and all of our prayers and fasting on his behalf.

6 February 2013

We learned today that Caleb will be coming home to receive medical attention. The Stake President said he would be able to return to the mission field when he is healed. It is difficult, if not impossible, for Caleb to walk with the pain he has in his foot. We don't know details of when he will arrive, but we do know that we plan on taking him to get the help he needs.

I have learned about the possibilities of the source of his foot pain from you, my family. Thank you for sharing your knowledge and experience. I'm sorry that there seems to be so much pain in so many of you.

So it's true. It hurts to be beautiful.

God Bless You All, Beautiful Family.

Mom & Dad

aka Mel & Katherine

Caleb Update 1 of 3

***EDIT*** Caleb is working through things with the help of the Lord, his mission president, an inspired doctor, and all of our prayers and fasting on his behalf.

I [am] writing to give you a brief update regarding Caleb. Dad and I were invited to speak with him Monday evening. I was relieved to find he is in a good frame of mind! He has been at the mission house in Villa for nearly two weeks. He indicated P-day in the office is on Saturday but somehow it was overlooked that he had not had the opportunity to read or send email. He mentioned that The visit to villa was due to a visit by Elder Russell M. Nelson and was told that he would not be returning to Ciudad Del Carmen. I guess you could say he is kind of in limbo. His foot is still giving him problems. He said the raging rash has subsided since he hasn't been out much. He has been seen doctors there. His letter of January 14 references his concern. We continue to work with our Stake President who is guiding us through the proper protocol in order to assist Caleb. Please be patient and prayerful. You may consider putting Caleb's name on the prayer at the temple near you. Dad requests that you communicate with Caleb through the "POUCH" or U.S.mail. He (dad) hopes this will allow Caleb to receive the email comminunications from us and the local priesthood leaders. Thanks in advance for your continued faith and prayers! Love, Mother

Learning In A Different Way

First off, the mission is a place to learn. Not many times you learn them the way you would like to. As I was stuck in my house one day I decided to try to downsize the few things I have--who knows why, maybe I just got bored. That is when a former pet peeve came out. Maybe some of you have not known this about me but I absolutely hate things that are past their expiration date. As I was using a few things from my first aid kit to help out my foot I noticed they didn't give the same kind of results that tehy formerly did with injuries in sports. That may just be because when I used them befoer they weren't nine years past their expiration date. Mother, I have a bone to pick with you. But luckily I still love you. I really hate things that are expired. I threw out quite a few things. It was kind of fun.

Mexico is a different place. I quickly realized that what I needed was a walking boot. Unfortunately, I live in Southern Mexico. Those don't exist. So, with my half-cast, Jesus sandals, and a few extra socks I propped up my foot to the point where it had all the goods of a walking boot. Unfortunately when I got that smart I was just finishing up my rest period. Someday soon I will be back to jump roping in the morning, but for now I have enough strength to walk around. I walked across a bridge to cut my hair! That was greatly needed. Not in my eyes, but I'm sure in the eyes of my mother. Especially since an apostle is coming. She would be proud. 

Since I stayed home this week, well, not a whole lot happened. I could tell you about how the mosquitos got us pretty good, but that is nothing new. I was freezing cold though. It rained for the first time consecutive days here on the island. For that long without sun it got down to 65 degrees! I got up in the middle of the night to go the the bathroom and before I got back to my bed I was shivering like crazy. No fever either, it was really just that cold. I would die in snow. 

Elder Pack screams in his sleep. This week he yelled at me for hitting his bed--which I did and do often, but I played it off well. I have found that it is the best way to wake him up enough to where he stops snoring so much but not quite wake him up fully. Just slap the post of his bed with a sandal. He never remembers any of it in the morning. One night he woke me up because he screams in his sleep. This week he just screamed "Moose!" randomly at 2 AM. Maybe he is just dreaming of home, cause there aren't any of those here.

This week I'll just share an experience I had talking with a man in his house while he babysat me. He has had a certain pain in his side for quite some time. He had received quite a few blessings to help him to recover from his affliction. He even asked us, the missionaries, for a blessing once. All this time he was worries he had cancer. Scared to death actually. He had a family. 

--Keep in mind from my story that Mexico does not have the level of health care that you would think. I couldn't find crutches on the island (a little late now). So this is a real concern. So, he wanted to get a Priesthood Blessing to find out what exactly he had.

This left me thinking. Well, could the priesthood really do that? Well, if it really is all that it is cracked up to be, why not? And that is where I will deviate a little. The priesthood, according to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the authority to act in God's name. A lot of power, no? What unfortunately happens often is that we, as members of the Church forget this simple truth. It is a great responsibility--the priesthood. Why don't we use it more often? The power of God in our hands? But then I remembered to a few other examples. Which impulses me to restate that it is the authority to act in God's name. It is not the power to bend God's will to ours. Still I have much to learn in this aspect and I'm sure we'll come back to this topic.

As for this less-active member. We were not impulsed to tell him what he may have had at that time. The same happened on two other different occasions that he received a blessing from his brother. All three times however, he was given the same instructions of in what specific way he was to care for his body. 

The morning he recieved the 3rd blessing he passed a kidney stone. Rough stuff but he was thankful that his health has now improved due to the council given to him by the Lord. The key here was that he did not receive what he wanted, but he did get exactly what he needed. For that he is alive and kickin' as the gringos say.

I would kick too, but I'll take better care of my foot. Until next week. 

Love you all. Take care of yourselves. And throw away everything in your house that is expired.

Elder Andrews

Translations: 

gringos = US Citizens/North Americans; this comes from the Mexican American War when the US Troops wore green uniforms and the Mexicans yelled phonetically in Spanish "¡Grin go!" meaning "Green, go away!"

Humility and Strength

[Some explanations of Spanglish have been added in brackets].

So, I kind of tend to keep most of my afflictions to myself where I can. So I don't worry you guys too much. Many of them pass after a few days just cause Mexico does some weird things to your body. But, don't get discouraged from the story you are about to read. I share it so that you can see the struggle, and then how great the help of the Lord was shortly after.

And so it begins. Last week. Saturday, as I was helping with a baptism in another area--remember, when I was District Leader--an investigator pulled me aside. His name is José Roberto Martinez Zapata. He is the boyfriend of a girl in my ward. He is 22. She is about the same age. He had been coming to my ward since right after I got here to the island. So, more or less, since September. Soon after that he told me that one day I would baptize him. I told him that I wouldn't, because he lives outside of our area. Which means if he got baptized in our ward he would not be able to progress, not be able to have a calling, just be able to come. This may sound a bit odd to people that are not of the Church. But it is a real problem here in Mexico to have people be baptized in areas where they don't actually pertain [belong] to. If they stop coming for a little bit, and it turns out they need help in the future, it is very hard for the Church to find them to help. The Lord's house is a house of order. I'm here to invite others to Christ, not to baptize as many people as I can find to get wet. Missionary work, when done properly, is one of the most powerful things there is on this earth.

So, he pulled me aside. This is after he attended the baptism of little girl that Elder Pack and I had. After that baptism he came up to us and said he really wanted to get baptized. That he was willing to do whatever it took to be baptized. So, we had him call the other missionaries in the Carmen Ward, and he just introduced himself and said, "...and I want to get baptized next week." Of course the other missionary went silent because that never happens. José Roberto had practically already been a member for 4 months in my ward on and off (with work and all) so he had met all the requirements for baptism, it was just a matter of making sure he fully understood everything we believe (the basics) and that he was willing to live accordingly. He flew through it all. 

So, he pulled me aside that Satuday night and reminded me of the day he had told me I would baptize him over 4 months ago. He then invited me to baptize him in the other ward. Although I was not the missionary of that ward, he could choose any missionary or worthy priesthood holder to perform the ordinance. I gratefully accepted the opportunity. Although in the back of my mind I was scared to death since I felt like my time on the island may have passed already. We were to find out the transfers the next day, Sunday. I just smiled at him and said I would love to.

Transfers came and as you know, I stayed. Problem solved, no? But Sunday morning as I got out of bed I fell back down immediately. Something had happened to my ankle/foot. I could not walk. I could not support my own weight. After some testing and some prayer we were able to make it to church at 8 AM on the bus and all went well. I went a week walking until I could walk no more. Finally I was sent to take some x-rays after we stayed home on our preparation day with my foot elevated (no fun). We went to get the x-rays and nothing was broken. But a few of my bones were not in their correct places. No wonder it hurt to walk. After consulting with a few doctors I had been ordered to 10 days of rest. Death in the mission. 

10 days of rest. How could I baptize him if I was not allowed to get up unless I was going to the bathroom? Well, after some convincing I cleared it with the doctor that I could still baptize him. She made sure I could take off my cast so I didn't get it wet. When José Roberto heard I was ordered to rest 10 days he wondered the same thing of how? It really doesn't matter who baptizes you, no, but he had been praying that I would be able to. So what did he do? He started praying for my health. He even fasted for me that I would have the strength to baptize him. Have you ever heard of an investigator praying and fasting for a missionary before? I haven't. He is something else, and for the time we have spent together he has become a friend.

So, the morning of his baptism. I woke up. But I could not get up. I could not get out of bed. Because I could not walk I had hurt other parts of my body like my back, and elbows for how I tried to get around with my hurt foot. How could I baptize someone if I couldn't even move? Being a former lacrosse captain and sports fanatic, I could always rely on my own strength, but in the mission field I have learned better. I was still determined to baptize him if I could because I knew how disanimated [sad or disappointed] he got when he heard I might not be able to do it. I promised him I would. Elder Pack helped me get my clothes and stuff ready to go, our Bishop came to get us and we found ourselves at the baptism. I was able to limp enough to the car with a little help. I even practiced the baptism (kind of) on Elder Pack before we left the house and I dropped him. Whoops.

I was scared to death that I would drop José Roberto and ruin the whole baptism, but I knew he wanted me, so I just decided to do everything I could to make it happen. We made it to his baptism and I was there sitting by him, everything was the same. Could I really do it? But the baptism came. Before entering the water I explained very well how it should happen as a means to get as much help as I could. 

But here is where the miracle happened. As I was saying the words of the baptism I looked him in the eye. In his eye there was a certain love that I will never be able to describe. More the love of a child and willingness to follow whatever you told them. The purest charity that you could imagine. In that moment, right before he went into the water I could no longer feel my body. My concern turned more to if I was making everything as spiritual as I could for him. Was he understanding everything? Did I explain it to him well enough? He went down, and straight back up. Everything went normal. He was fine. I didn't drop him. How did I not drop him? When he came back out of the water he gave me the biggest hug you could imagine and said thanks. 

There is no way I could have done what I did that day without the strength of the Lord. I could not even stand on my own just an hour before the baptism. The next day in church he commented to the other Elders how happy he was that I was able to baptize him. 

As for José Roberto, he is set on the right track. He has so much potential and so much in front of him. He will be a great leader in the church. Especially here is Mexico. He is something special. He will make a difference. 

May we all rely on the strength of the Lord.

Love you all,

Elder Andrews

José Roberto Martinez Zapata and Elder Andrews

Elder Andrews' messed up foot (the left foot...)

Elder Andrews and José Roberto Martinez Zapata.

Transfers

First, read Alma 7:5.

I read that scripture about a month ago and it rang true. [More so] in Spanish. Who knows why. If it were not for the afflictions I have been called to bear I would not have the love I have for people here. Just something I felt I should share. Cause I know the suffering will continue.

How? This week I got to take care of poor Elder Pack. He woke up in the morning with a sore throat. But a bad one he gets chronically and requires antibiotics. That day was New Year's day. So, of course every doctor's office that gringos were allowed in was shut down. That just made him a bit frustrated, as I'm sure it would with anyone.

So that's how I became District Leader in the first 6 months. He soon lost his voice because we couldn't get him his medicine. It was gone for about 4 days. So, this week I was able to learn a lot since this also meant that I had to teach every part of every lesson, each day. (Don't worry, he got his voice back, so I'm not District Leader anymore. As of today.) It was rough, especially to keep him from hating himself because, imagine, walking around all day in the sun, then sitting in hot building and not being able to say a word the whole time. He had to have been bored. But, he is still trying to work hard, so he pushed through it so I could do something still. What really took a toll on us was when it rained so hard the streets flooded. We got completely soaking wet running home to shut the window. That just made Elder Pack more sick.

But, here I am on the island still going. We got our transfers today. Elder Pack and I will be staying and our house of 4 will be ALL gringos. Should be interesting. I will be helping Elder Pack "die" as they say since this is his last transfer. Everyone in the field right now got a two week extension so this transfer will be 8 weeks instead of the normal 6. If  you follow common knowledge I will stay at least one tranfer after Elder Pack leaves to teach the area which means I would leave my first area after my first birthday in the mission. Roughly April 15th. The mission is interesting. Always something going on to throw you a curve. But adjustment is good. You can't have things your way. Especially when you aren't in your own country. 

Elder Pack and I had a scheduled appointment to paint a house of a local member who had broken his foot. When we got there they decided to cancel! I'm learning more about appreaciation. Maybe it was there way of showing it, so we could go focus on something else. But we really just lost all of that time changing again. There are so many things that people willingly sacrifice for you every day to make your life better. The question is, are you thankful for them? 

I hope I can show my appreciation for you guys and your support. But, we are always in debt to Someone who sacrificed all for us. I love a talk by Elder Henry B. Eyring "Act In All Diligence".

"...Whenever I feel like I have just finished a hard task and feel I deserve a break, I give to myself this rallying cry. Remember Him."

May you all be good examples for those around you. Whether you be "Mormon" or not, if you have read this far its because we had some type of close relation--on one level or another. And I expect you to be the best version of yourself you could possibly be. 

I love you all, and I only hope and pray for the best for you all.

Until next week,

Elder Caleb O. Andrews

Notes: 

Transfers are when missionaries are reorganized in the several areas in their respective missions.

A District Leader is the leader of a small group of missionaries in a Zone. Missions are made of several Zones.

To "die" on the mission is to have finished the two years (for men) and 1.5 years (for women).

Translations: 

gringos = US Citizens/North Americans; this comes from the Mexican American War when the US Troops wore green uniforms and the Mexicans yelled phonetically in Spanish "¡Grin go!" meaning "Green, go away!"

Elder Andrews and Elder Pack before a baptism.

Elder Andrews and Elder Pack after running home in the rain to close their window. 

Other missionaries soaked from the rain.

Persuasion

Dear Friends and Family,

I don't know if you were there, saw, or took notice of what my mother said this week when I talked to her. And keep in mind she said it in a nicer way than this, but she said basically, "Caleb, you're forgetting the people at home here in your big emails. They are getting shorter. Get your act together." Long story short here is to start with this: quite honestly, you can do whatever you want in the mission. Someone will always say something about what you do, good or bad. But your progression is really up to no one else but you. Sadly there isn't a lot of guidance and President has even related that we, as missionaries are lost. (More in the sense that people who are ready to hear the message are all around us, but still). And so yeah, maybe I did lose a bit of my focus on you guys and I'll try not to neglect you and report back to make sure I'm focused and progressing. It's hard to really say you've progressed when you are still in the picture yourself. So, I'll try to do better mom.

The topic this week then is persuasion. Read D&C 121 if you need, but it fits me well to just say that persuasion is a virtue of the priesthood. Now that may sound odd, and maybe even a little sacreligious. But if you can take it with the right heart, then you can understand that with the priesthood, you can be the instrument that guides the Spirit to persuade others (or vice versa depending on how you look at it). Long story short that takes us to our first miracles of the week:

"Ésta semana tuvimos un bautismo de una niña inscrita--asignado a nosotros por el obispo. Tal vez pareció como una pérdida de tiempo en el principio para nosotros como misioneros, pero lo hicimos por nuestro obispo. El bautism salió muy bonito yy fue el medio para algunos milagros esta semana. Dos personas que asistieron al bautismo nos aprocharon y ellos dijeron que quieren bautizarse. Una de esas personas fue Karen, una niña que cayó porque no tenía el permiso de su mamá. Este bautismo tocó el corazón de la mamá de Karen que también asistió y ahora tenemos planeado a bautizar a Karen este fin de semana."

["This week we had a baptism for a child of record--assigned to us by the bishop. It may have seemed like a waste of time at first, for us as missionaries, but we did it for our bishop. The baptism went very beautifully and it was the cause of some miracles this week. Two people who attended the baptism approached us and told us they wanted to be baptized. One of the people was Karen, a girl that fell because she didn't have her mother's permission. This baptism touched Karen's mother's heart, who had also attended, and now we have planned Karen's baptism for this weekend."]

Y despues [and later], I'll share an example of something that hit me hard with the persuasion of the Spirit in my life. I didn't plan on ever sharing this, but someone needs to hear it. To start out I took my lacrosse stick to the MTC because I was a college athlete, I needed it and I would have time to practice each morning as we worked out. Was this such a bad thing? Of course not. But, I took it out one night to share it with a friend I had made in the MTC. We had a good time and everything was appropriate and everything went well. I returned to my room to brush my teeth and get ready for bed only to find a member of another Branch Presidency in the MTC in my room talking to a few of the Elders from my district. But how did I return to my room? Well of course I was cradling my lacrose stick reminiscing in the old days of when I was loving life as a lacrosse player. I entered my room, the Branch President's back was turned and all the other Elders saw me but he did not. I quickly threw the stick in the closet of another Elder and hid the stick. Of course he would have said something if he had seen the stick and even though he did not, and neither did anyone in my district, I still heard the message loud and clear of what I needed to do. I at that moment felt I needed to focus my two years more on what I was to be doing now and not what I had already done. So, I sent my lacrosse stick home. I have no doubt I was prompted by the Spirit to do that. I can also tell you that to be 100% honest I have no idea why I needed to do it. I was persuaded by the Spirit. This is how we need to learn things for ourselves and I'm forever thankful that my parents helped me to let the Spirit always persuade my choices and not force me one way or another. Forcing choices impedes growth. Agency is the only way to grow. Also, I got to pay for a package with stamps. That was cool.

"Did you not tell them they were the Lord's chips?"

Love you all,

Caleb

P.S. Sorry Mom.

Notes:

"President" refers to Caleb's mission president, President Castañeda.

"Child of record" refers to a child that was raised in the Church and chooses to be baptized at age 8.

"Aprocharse" is a false cognate. Instead, Spanish speakers say "se nos acercaron" for "the approached us."

"Branch Presidency" is the leadership of a small congregation.

The quote at the end is from Nacho Libre.

Sending the lacrosse stick home.

Using tons of stamps to send the lacrosse stick home.