Semana Santa

Group foto of the surprise birthday party we threw for Hna Cano last Monday (right after we wrote home). We invited a few members and investigators. Hna Glazier took this foto for us. (She and President were there because it just so happened to be the day zona Apopa had interviews with President.)

Dear family and friends,

This was an interesting week. I got to see firsthand a few of the Easter traditions of other religions. In almost every lesson, our investigator asked if Latter-day Saints (Mormons) celebrate ´holy week.´ We told them the Church doesn´t do anything special, but sometimes individuals do. They also asked what we thought about celebrating holy week, and we basically just answered, ´It´s a fun tradition.´ My favorite tradition to see were the street murals, made of colored salt and powder. They were beautiful. There were two really close to where we live, and we got to see the people beginning to work on them in the morning and then the finished product as we were coming home in the evening.

We didn´t really celebrate Easter at all, other than me reading about Jesus´ final week on earth, according to our family tradition. :) It was nice.

As a mission, we have started rereading the Book of Mormon from the beginning. President and Hermana Glazier gave each of the gringo missionaries a new copy in English. We´re reading it with a focus on Christ, marking everything that has to do with Christ´s life, mission, power, doctrine or Plan. It´s been a testimony builder to me to see how the Book of Mormon really is a testament of Jesus Christ first, and second, a spiritual history of the ancient American people.

I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is God´s church on earth. It is directed by Him and is the only church with His authority to baptize and teach. We have the gospel of Jesus Christ in its fulness, and we are so blessed to be guided by a living prophet today.

This week Hna Infanzon and I were walking in the campo (picture terrain like where Grandma and Grandpa Henrie live) on our way to visit some investigators. We arrived at their house to find the wife locked outside, trying to figure out how to let herself in. In El Salvador, the doors only have a handle on one side, so even if you don´t lock your door with a key, you can still get locked out pretty easily. She had left the door propped open as she ran a quick errand, but while she was gone the wind shut the door.

Long story short (time´s up), I ended up climbing over the wall of her house while she and Hna I held the barbed wire out of my way, making my way to the door and then letting everyone in.

It was fun. May all of you appreciate your double-handled doors.

I love you all!

Hermana Henrie

This is a street mural near our house depicting Jesus standing on top of the water, reaching out to save Peter, who in a moment of doubt began to sink into the depths.

foto of me playing a member´s clarinet. Sadly, I could barely make a noise. It´s been a really long time since I held a clarinet. Pity nobody we know has a saxophone. Hna Cano plays alto sax and clarinet too, and she played a little on the clarinet before I did.

the sister missionaries of barrio Refineria (note the Hna Cano piñata jeje) with sweet Hna Glazier