Dear Family,
I am pleased to report that after all of the hard work that me and Elder Abraham have put in these last 10 weeks, we have finally found a man who has committed to be baptized! As I have written in previous letters, we have found great success in working with less-active families in the ward. Many have returned to the fold and it has been so sweet to see these previously less-active fathers receive the priesthood and lead their families in the gospel. In fact, the man who has committed to be baptized is the father of a less-active family. His wife and children were baptized years ago, but he never accepted the invitation to join himself. It's actually a great story that I would love to share with you.
Me and Elder Abraham actually happened to be on splits with members the day that I found him. I was working with a member named Toting, a deaf convert to the church (I will have to tell you more about him when I return home). We were driving up to an appointment way up in the mountains. Seeing that I couldn't sign to Toting while I was driving, I was thinking about the day. As I looked around, I notice many houses that I had always meant to stop at, but never had. Immediately, I pulled the truck over and began tracting. As I went from house to house, I found many kind people willing to speak with me. Though they seemed nice and willing to listen, I felt like I should keep going down the trail that I was on. The trail led deeper into the mountain until I came to a small river with a few small wooden huts above. I crossed the river and began talking to the poor people who lived in the huts. After speaking with them for a few minutes, I felt the same prompting to keep going. Not knowing why, but trusting my feeling, I continued on. The houses were few and far between with sugar cane fields as far as the eye could see. The setting sun made for a beautiful view as I gazed out into the valley below. I finally came to another small hut. Before I could even call out, I heard a voice, "Elder, you finally made it to our home!" I approached the wide smiling Sister with a smile of my own. She invited me into her home and I met her husband and kids. After getting to know each other for a few minutes, I began to teach them about Jesus Christ. We talked about His life and our lives, His atonement and commandments, and the perfect plan that He has given us so that we can return to His presence to dwell forever in eternal happiness. In the darkness of night with only a small candle to light their humble home, I invited the husband to be baptized. With tears running down his face, he accepted.
That's been the highlight of my week. It was an incredible experience. It's amazing to see how the Lord prepares people to receive the gospel. The family told me that I was the first missionary to return to their home in over a year. Looking back, even though we weren't able to visit who we had originally planned for, I'm grateful that I was able to run that special errand for Him.
Thanks for the letters! It sounds like all is well in Utah! I can't wait to hear from you all next week. I love you!
Elder Staheli.