Driving through some of the small towns can be a challenge. Click below to experience small town driving. Driving trough one of the small towns |
You never know when you will come upon something interesting for the blog. |
Around every corner is a vista worthy of a photo. |
Lanquin |
After passing through the town of Lanquin we
only made it about half way to Semuc Champey before we had to abandon our car
at a place where we could get it off the road.
The road was narrow, muddy in places, and bumpy. |
I am trying to keep up with President Faundez. |
We all piled into President Faundez’ car, a
large 4X4 with new “gnarley” tires, but we only had about 5 km to go. The statement that it can be difficult to get
to might be considered by some as an understatement.
Here we are packed in. |
The road was cut through the jungle. |
On the really steep parts, they have two concrete strips. Click below to experience the road. On the road again. |
Bridge over the Cahabon River. |
Now those are mud tires. |
After arriving, we had about a ten minute
hike to where they had some changing rooms.
We got into our swim suits and hiked another bit, passing some of the
most beautiful turquoise pools you can ever imagine. We enjoyed swimming and soaking in the
water.
Hiking into Semuc Champey. |
Does that not look inviting? |
You can see how the pools are terraced. Click below to see Semuc Champey Semuc Champey |
This is the only picture I have proving that I got in the water. |
Water fun. |
Truly good times. |
We then hiked 5 minutes more, to
where the river goes underground below the pools. Watch the video, the sound of the river is
incredible.
Where the river goes underground. Click below to hear the river Where the river disappears |
We hiked out and this little
girl was selling water and soda. Of
course, we had to buy some water from her.
Click below to see little girl
We crammed in again and headed back to our car. We then drove 2 ½ hours back to Coban.
Lanquin again, see the taxi on the right. |
This was a lot steeper than it looks in the picture. |
Pictures sometimes don't capture the true beauty of a place. But this one comes close. |
We stopped for linner, a cross between lunch
and dinner, about 4 pm at a hotel just north of Coban. It was a beautiful place. With our bodies recharged, we drove back to
their home. We then had a relaxing
evening.
The hotel gardens where we ate linner. |
Waiting for our food while everyone else went exploring. |
It would be a nice place to stay. |
Linner after a long day of fun. |
Tuesday we left by 6:00 am to drive back to Guatemala City. The drive back was only interrupted by the road
construction going up and over two mountains just past El Rancho. We got stopped a couple of times and it maybe
added 45 minutes to an hour to our trip.
We got home by 11:00 am and had lunch, got ready and went to our
afternoon shift.
Let's move a mountain. |
Soon this will be 2 lanes in both directions. |
Stopped dead in our tracks. |
They have been working on this project since we got here. We hope it will be done before we leave. |
They really are moving mountains. |
Wednesday was a holiday, Day of the Dead, and the temple was only
open in the morning. We went over to
help and had presidency meeting. We then
went to lunch with all the English speaking missionaries to Applebee’s. It is always fun to share a meal with these
wonderful couples.
Lunch at Applebee's. |
One of the ribs got away from me. But I look good in BBQ sauce, don't you think? |
These are some of the bug bites I got from our trip to Semuc Champey. |
Sunday after church, I was working on
family history and got a call from the guards at the temple saying that the
Villa Hermosa Stake was there for training.
Somehow this had not got on our schedule. We hurried over and did 2 hours of training
and then took all the missionaries to our monthly “Break the Fast” dinner at
the area office. We had a big group of
people this month, about 40, 14 from the temple. It is starting to get dark early and by the
time we got home at 7:00 pm it was night time, completely dark.
Break the Fast |
We had a wonderful week and we give thanks
everyday for this amazing assignment. We
still can’t believe this is happening to us.
I thought I would end with a picture of the Call’s and the Fisher’s in
Rabinal from two weeks ago. They still
do baptisms in the river in many parts of Guatemala
Baptisms in the river in Rabinal. |
and then with the letter
from Sister Fisher about their trip to Xela over general conference weekend to
visit the family Boj, who Elder Fisher baptized 41 years ago. I think as you read her words you will feel
the power of the Spirit of this work.
Thank you Elder and Sister Fisher for sharing this with us.
The Boj family 1976 |
Dear Friends
and Family,
We have
officially lived in the "Land of Eternal Spring" for two months now
in Guatemala. It has flown by, and I already am thinking of how difficult
saying goodbye will be.
Conference
weekend was one of the few weekends that the temple was closed, which gave us
an extra day to venture out. We decided to be courageous and drive the 5
hour drive to the last town Tim served in before he returned home from his
mission. Tim reached out to a very special family, Timoteo and
Eva Boj, that he and his companion (Elder
Berrios) had taught and baptized 41 years ago (first
picture). We arranged to visit the Boj family at their home in Quetzaltenango
(also nicknamed "Xela", pronounced -"Shayla") between
sessions of Saturday conference.
Not quite
knowing what to expect, and with my limited Spanish, I was a bit
apprehensive but excited. What we did know, prior to our arrival, was
that the father of this family had framed our temple wedding
invitation we sent them 41 years prior. It had hung on his bedroom wall
all these many years. We gave them a more recent picture
too that he immediately put next to it.
The wedding invitation framed now with a new picture of the Fishers alongside. |
We arrived
in Xela after a crazy, (gross understatement in Latin America driving) 7 hour
drive in the dark and rain. By some miracle, and the help of WAZE (Latin
version of mapquest-really should be named CRAZE), we found our hotel.
The hotel was over 100 years old (so were the beds ) and
surrounded by very narrow cobblestone streets - all of which looked the
same and felt like we were going in circles. Tim's phone died exactly
when we pulled up to the front of the hotel (#tendermercy).
The next
morning, one of the daughters of Hermano Boj, Yolanda and her husband, Ricardo,
came to our hotel and picked us up. They greeted us with hugs and the
warmth that typifies these people. Right from that first hug and kiss
on my cheek, I knew this was going to be a good day. Tim in his
thoughtfulness, asked if we could go to a place to buy flowers for Sister
Boj, so they took us to an open market just outside the city cemetery and
we were able to pick from a vast array of flowers, unlike I had ever seen!
Tim picked a dozen brilliant pink roses intermingled with white
carnations. We arrived at their home and Tim was taken
back to 41 years ago where he knocked on this same door to call on Brother
Boj and his family. (Three of their eight children, Sandra, Obdulio,
and Rudy, in their teens, were already members of the church).
The mom and dad, now grandpa and grandma. |
Apparently,
for a few years missionaries had been trying to get in to share their
message with the parents, but Brother Boj would sneak out the back door
when the missionaries arrived. His little girls, Yolanda,
Veronica, and Ingrid would always answer. They would run and tell
their dad who was at the door. This was his cue to leave
the premises!
So one
evening, Tim decided he would be creative in his door approach to the Boj
family. As they were walking up the street to visit this family, he
asked a stranger on the street if he would go and knock on Timoteo Boj's door
and ask for him. He told the stranger they wanted to surprise this
"old friend" that they haven't seen in a long time (which was
true) and that his little girls would answer. The stranger could
leave after the little girls went to get their father and the missionaries
would step in his place. The plan worked perfectly. Hermano Boj was
too polite to refuse the handshake of these two Elders, he invited them
in, and that was the very beginning of an eternal family.
One of the
little girls said the prayer that night, as they always did when the
Elders visited, but this was the first time their Father had knelt down with
his family and heard their sincere prayer asking; "Heavenly
Father, please bless our father to stop hardening his heart and to repent
of his sins and be baptized". Tim feels it was the prayers of a
child that touched this good man's heart. If we all could become as
little children we could change the world. A few months later, this man
and his wife Eva were baptized. Within a year, Brother Timoteo
Boj baptized his twin girls when they turned eight, the same ones
that had prayed so sincerely for their father to join the church. Edwin
and Elvis, the other two brothers, were also baptized.
We
arrived at the house and waited in their "parlor" as
Yolanda went to get her parents, who are now 84 years old. Hermano
Boj was in his suit, wearing a white shirt and tie, and Hermana Boj was in
her very best Guatemalan Corte and Huipil (traditional handmade skirt and
blouse).
We were told
he was so excited he could hardly sleep in anticipation of meeting Elder Fisher
again. The smiles on their faces, all of them including Tim's,
reminded me of D&C 18:15 "And if it so be that you should
labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, one soul
unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my
Father!" I cried. But that was only the beginning of my tears that
day.
Following
this tender reunion, they drove us a few blocks away to one of the daughter's house,
Sandra Arana Boj. Waiting for us there was a four-person Mariachi band in a
double car garage full of four generations (the Boj family now totals around
70) They had set up chairs and several long church tables topped with
hand embroidered tablecloths. We were served a lovely meal of
chicken Corden Bleu, rice, and salad.
When we
stepped out of the car, they began singing Luna de Xelaju, (pronounced 'Shayla
Who -Mayan name for Quetzaltenango) it is a very popular here. It
took all I had to keep from sobbing at this touching show of appreciation for
the missionary who brought their family the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and as a
result, afforded them the unspeakable joy of being together forever.
Again, I thought of the words of Ammon in Alma 26 when he said, "How
great reason have we to rejoice; for could we have supposed when we started
from the land of Zarahemla that God would have granted unto us such great
blessings?" How could the 21 year old Elder Fisher and Elder
Barrios have ever known what was in store for this amazing family?
All 8
children in the Boj family have been sealed in the temple. Three of
the sons served missions and all four sons have served as Bishops. Many
children, spouses, and grandchildren have served as missionaries, bishops
and in branch, mission, relief society, and stake
presidencies. They truly have been a pioneer family in the growth of the
church in Quezaltenango and have shared the gospel with many that have joined
the church. Today, two of the "little" Boj girls serve as ordinance
workers in the Quezaltenango Temple. Truly "they are in the hands of the
Lord of the harvest, and they are his; and he will raise them up at the last
day" (Alma 26:7). Throughout the dinner, members of this family
came up to Tim, and with all sincerity of heart, thanked him for bringing the
Gospel to their family.
Then, they
squeezed us all into the living room and showed us a slide presentation of
their family over the years. The first slide was of the sealing
of Brother and Sister Boj and their children in the Arizona Temple, four
years after their baptism in 1980. Overlayed on this picture were the
words, "Gracias Elder Fisher, Salvando Cuatro Generaciones".
"Thank you Elder Fisher, Saving Four Generations." At the
end of the slide show, Tim read the pages from his missionary journal about the
conversion of this good family. I've attached a picture of one of the
daughters listening to him and wiping her tears away as he was telling their story.
Elder Fisher reading from his journal. |
Then two of the grandson's, who were awaiting their mission calls
(see picture of Tim with Bryan and Danny),
The two grandsons waiting for mission calls. |
stood up and bore their testimonies.
They expressed excitement for their missions and their desire
to bring the blessings of the gospel to a special family.
After this
lovely luncheon, the men went to Priesthood and the women went to the grocery
store. They drove me by the Temple, and then we had "pupusas" at a
restaurant owned by the youngest daughter, Ingrid. She told me there that
she would sit on Elder Fisher's one knee, with his flip chart on his other
knee, and she would hug and kiss him throughout the lesson. She was five.
I sensed there may have still been a little crush on Elder Fisher . It was sweet.
We thought
that day of celebration was enough joy to last us a lifetime, but they insisted
on taking us to General Conference at their stake center the next morning.
We met them there and upon arrival, Ingrid had brought a Corte and
Huipil for me to change into and watch general conference.
It was the most fun dress-up activity I have ever had.
Truly, she made me feel like I was one of them. It was a great
honor.
All dressed up ready for conference. |
After
conference and visiting some more at their home, we took pictures and bid
goodbye. I understood for a moment when Ammon said, "My joy is full,
yea, my heart is brim with joy, and I will rejoice in my God" (Alma
26:11). This is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He knows each one of us
individually. He desires us to return to Him and there live eternally
with our families. He has provided the way, and the path, to that end is
clear. He gave His only begotten Son to atone for the frailties and sins
of all mankind. His atonement is infinite and His plan is simple. I
love Him. I love His Gospel. I love the Temple and the ordinances
offered within it's walls to all who live worthy. This IS His work
and His Glory, to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
I will be forever grateful I received this knowledge. HE LIVES!
This
wonderful and faithful Boj family is a great testimony to us of
the hand of the Lord in their lives and the truthfulness of the gospel.
Once the seed was planted, the Lord did a mighty work with their
righteous hearts and desires and His harvest has continued through four
generations.
Part of the Boj family today. |
This truly
is a marvelous work and a wonder!
Love,
Hermana Nancy
and Elder Tim Fisher
1 comment:
Dad, maybe Badger and I could go to Semuc Champey when we come. That looked way cool!
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