This past week and a half has been the craziest
time period on my mission so far. Everything was normal for most of last week.
As in, the work was progressing, we were teaching spiritual lessons, and
influencing the lives of others. On Wednesday, we received a text from our zone
leaders that we needed to make a reserve of food for our apartment. Elder Diaz
and I made a considerable reserve of rice, spaghetti, canned foods, and other
non-perishable items. We bought overall 45 kilos of rice, and untold cans of
sardines (it was the only protein we could find...). We were prepared for
anything. Then, Thursday night, we get a call from President and Soeur Lewis,
saying that we needed to pack our bags and get ready to go home. It seemed
unreal, but we prepared our luggage, cleaned the apartment, and got ready to
leave at a minute's notice.
On Saturday morning at 5:00, we woke up and left
to the mission home. A large group of americans and I then went to the airport
to board our plane. Our flight schedule was quite interesting. We were
scheduled to fly from Ivory Coast, to Ethiopia, to South Africa, to London, to
New York. It was an astounding flight plan that laid ahead of us, with a 16
hour layover in South Africa. Overall, it was a 3 day trip. It seemed crazy,
but hey, it was a way home. But, in the airport, right before we checked our
bags, we received word that South Africa had just closed their borders.
Somewhat defeated, we returned to our apartments.
The next day and a half was spent staying at the
Vridi apartment, talking to the other elders there, and waiting for further
instruction. The only orders we had were to wait in the apartment and that
possibly a flight would be possible on Monday or Tuesday. Sunday night, I made
curry with rice and chicken. Right after we finished eating, the assistants
called us, saying to come to bureau immediately. We did what they said and left
as quickly as possible. Thankfully, this time, we boarded the plane and were
off. Unfortunately, we left an unfinished pot full of curry in the apartment. I
hope someone goes there soon and deals with it so we don't feed the rats.
The journey back home was luxurious. Most of us
were spoiled with business class, which was amazing.
My seat was able to convert into a bed, so I slept through the entire first
flight and a quarter of the second. When I wasn't sleeping, I was either
studying the Livre de Mormon, or eating the meals that they gave us. It was a
really comfortable trip, and the idea that I was actually coming home seemed
unreal, until the moment that I walked out of the Salt Lake airport and saw my
family. It was a very sweet experience and I'm so happy to be with them again.
It was bittersweet to leave the country I've grown to love, and I can feel a
piece of my heart still beating over in Abidjan, but it was the Lord's will for
me to leave, and it's a blessing to be with my family again.
Here's my last story from Côte d'Ivoire for my
emails.
On Friday, Elder Diaz and I went and said goodbye
to our amis and members before we left. Unfortunately, we weren't able to say
goodbye to the Djehi family, but we were able to visit most everyone else. One
of the most touching experiences I've had while we were there was with Sr
Dorcas. Here's an excerpt of what I wrote in my journal:
"We saw Sr Dorcas there, always smiling, as usual,
when we show up. Then, we told her that we were leaving. Her smile fell instantly,
and she started to cry. We took photos with her, and then walked with her to a
certain point in the road, as we had done many times before. She started
talking, but then said she couldn't say anything really. She managed to get
something out like "Because of you, I have hope in my life." Then she
choked, moved a distance away, and started bawling. She said "pourquoi ça
me fait du mal?" or in other words, why does it hurt so bad? After a
minute or two, she came back, and said something like "I've seen many
missionaries in my life, and they weren't anything special, but it's with you
that I've began to change. It's because of you that my life has changed. I've
started to pray, I've started to read the Book of Mormon and the Bible. I've
felt myself grow closer to Christ. And now you're leaving, and I don't know
what I'll do. I've told you how hard my life is. I don't have money, a job, a
friend. Everyone mocks me because of my baby. I don't want to go back. Life is
so hard, and that's why I'm thankful for you. You showed me the way. You saved
me. I don't know if you'll remember me, little sr Dorcas in Africa. I hope you
will. The only thing that I ask is please, please
pray for me. That's all I ask. There's too many bad things and I need
help." "
It was a heart wrenching experience. Elder Diaz
and I were crying as she said that, and for many hours after. She's a single
mom of 3 kids. Her third was a c-section. Her fourth probably will be, too. The
father of her kids is abusive and uses the money for alcohol. She doesn't have
a house or a job, and her family is verbally abusive. There are many other
negative influences in her life, and it seems like all the odds are against
her. But, through everything, she found the truth. She found Christ. The Lord
worked through our hands to bless and change her life. The following day she
called us multiple times, saying that she's found peace in us leaving and that
she knows that the church is true, the Book of Mormon is also, and she could
feel Christ's love in her life. It was an amazing process to look back and see
how the Spirit worked in her heart and her life. It was one of the most
saddening experiences to have to leave her and see her in that state, but
comforting and joyous at the same time to see how the Lord had blessed her with
a newfound testimony of the restored gospel. I know that she will have the
Lord's help as she continues to learn and grow.
"And if it so be that you should labor all
your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one soul
unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my
Father!" (D&C 18:15)
For me personally, I feel like if there was a
single person out there in Côte d'Ivoire for me to touch with the gospel, it was
her. This scripture is true; often we don't see the fruits of our labors until
after the harvest. We taught her multiple times, and she seemed like the
average investigator. But, after that experience, we realized that the Spirit
had been working miracles in her heart and bringing the Light of Christ into
her life. We didn't see it then, but now, having realized that, my joy is full.
And now, seeing how much her life has changed, and the blessings that God has
poured on her? It's brought me to tears multiple times, and even now, as I
write this. Missionary work is true. There is no greater joy than to see God
work through our hands and bring souls unto Christ. I haven't ever been happier
than when I've been serving. I definitely would recommend missionary service to
everyone. There are untold blessings and treasures that come from missionary
work that you can't understand until you've lived in it. I know that it's true
and that it's the best decision I've made in my life so far. Jesus Christ
lives; He is our Savior. He loves us and will always do what's best for us. It
has been a blessing to serve Him and be an instrument in His hands these past 7
months. I will be more than happy to serve Him wherever He needs me. I love you
guys, have a good week!
-Elder Lyman
Abidjan from above |
Saying goodbye to Elder Diaz |
The Sandbox kids |
Soeur Dorcas |
A group of Rastafarians Elder Lyman and Elder Diaz taught. |
Where people make Attieke |
Saying goodbye to Soeur Linda |
Soeur Lydie and her famille |
Vridi2 |