Monday, March 26, 2018

A picture is worth a thousand words....Thoughts of an AMA's wife



  Last week we had several experiences which can best be appreciated with pictures, so I will try to keep my thoughts short. Because Morris needed to train the nurse in the Guatemala East Mission in Zacapa which is about a 4 hour drive from Guatemala City, we decided to also try to deliver our first baby kits in this area.  We left early in the morning on Tues and arrived around noon in Zacapa.  We took the nurse and her companion to lunch, and then we went to a church close by to do the training.  After we finished, we asked the sisters if they knew of a hospital in the area where we could deliver some baby kits.  They told us that there was a government hospital in Zacapa where a lot of poor people went which was on our way home.  When we got to the hospital, we were directed down a long hall to the maternity unit. The new mothers were in one big room which had a couple of partitions.  We were able to personally give each mother a baby kit and the ladies were very appreciative.  One lady asked if she could have two kits because she had just given birth to twin girls. We delivered 25 kits. We noticed that some of the babies were wrapped in old hospital gowns or sheets.  
   One of the senior missionary couples (the Oylers) is going home on Wednesday of this week, and last Thursday we spent the day with them delivering items they had purchased for the hospital in Cuilapa and also delivering other items which had been donated to them.  They had arranged for some maternity hospital gowns and some childrens' pjs to be made for the Cuilapa hospital by a member of our branch presidency who is a tailor.  We stopped by his house to pick those up, and then we also went to Sister Pietre's house to pick her up.  She is a member of the church who volunteers at the hospital and was able to make arrangements for our visit.  After we dropped off the gowns and pjs, we were able to deliver 50 baby kits to the maternity unit.  There were about 70 ladies all in one big room.  Some had delivered their baby already and others were there for various reasons.  Because I only had 50 kits, we just gave them to the moms who had already delivered their baby.  I really needed about 100 kits for this delivery.  We also went to the Pediatric Unit where we gave out stuffed animals, coloring books, wooden trucks, small bracelets, a few more baby kits, and other items.  
   After the hospital, the Oylers wanted to deliver some of the other donated items to a small village that was up in the hills at the end of a rugged dirt road.  As we approached the village, a young boy saw the car and took off running.  Within about 10 minutes around 35 children and parents surrounded the car.  We gave out stuffed animals, balls, hair clips, wooden trucks, and other items.  The children were so happy to receive even the smallest gift.  When we got back to apartment that afternoon, I was emotionally drained but also grateful to have had these opportunities to brighten the day of some sweet mothers, children, and families in Guatemala!



Nurse Sister Barra (in pink) and her companion


A new mom in Zacapa 


Another mom who received a kit


A recipient of a baby kit! 





The mother on the left delivered twin girls


A little boy playing by his adobe house in El Cerinol


The tailor's kids.  They are in our branch in El Cerinol.  The Oylers gave them new sheriff and BYU hats.


A tailor and a member of our branch presidency.  He likes his new BYU hat!

The tailor's treadle sewing machine


A new mom in Cuilapa who received a baby kit


The maternity unit in Cuilapa


A young patient in Cuilapa who received a new stuffed animal


Sister Pietre - a sweet lady who volunteers at the hospital 


A little girl in the village we visited


 Children in the village


Members of the El Cerinol Branch saying goodbye to the Oylers


The Oylers donating maternity gowns and childrens' pjs to Cuilapa Hospital


A patient in Cuilapa


The hospital sheets are hung out to dry


People waiting for their turn outside the hospital in Cuilapa 


Giving out donations to the people in a small village


The children love their new toys


The people in the village


New stuffed animals


A man carrying some wood back to the village


A sweet patient in Cuilapa with her coloring book, new bracelet, and headband


A kit for a new baby in Cuilapa




 She loves her new stuffed animal!

Monday, March 19, 2018

Trip to Paraguay and a visit from an apostle...Thoughts of an AMA and an AMA's wife

                                                                                                            Mar. 19, 2019
Elder Matthews' Thoughts ......Adventures in paradise, well ok, Paraguay.   Elder Quentin L. Cook recently came to Guatemala and while he was in our area, we were invited to two talks, one to the area office workers [where we work], and another to the missionaries from four missions (approximately 500 missionaries).  Unfortunately, the day of Elder Cook's first talk, I was asked to escort a missionary home to Paraguay.  The travel office explained that I would arrive there at midnight their time, 9 pm our time, and the flight out left at 7 am.  They asked if I wanted to stay a night and a day and fly back, or just come straight back.  There was a hotel a little ways from the airport that I could go to.  Thinking I didn't want to be without adult supervision for too long, I said to put me on the plane the next morning.  The elder was doing well and our flight down to Panama and from there to Paraguay was uneventful. They fed us on both of the flights.  By the time we got to immigration it was about 1 am.  I noticed a sign saying that US citizens needed to pay $160 US to get a visa.  I explained to the immigration officer that I was just escorting an elder and wanted to make sure his family was there to pick him up, but that I wasn't leaving the airport and would fly out in 6 hours.   In the true fashion of bureaucrats, he told me it would be fine, but to pay the $160 first before I left with the missionary.  I told the elder about this problem and he told me he was ok and could meet his parents by himself, so I went back to the gate.  At this point I didn't know if I would be able to get out past security to the check in desk.  My airline had a flight out at 2:30, so I waited until the gate agent came and asked if she could print my boarding passes there.  After a little checking, she did so.  So now I just had to kill 4 hours.  The airport benches didn't have armrests, so it was possible to lie down, but I had a suit coat on and didn't want to wrinkle it.   I tried to sleep sitting up, but between being really tired and the air conditioning blasting, I started to shiver and couldn't go to sleep.  So I walked around trying to get warm, and felt pain in my leg.  I thought it might be my wool pants chafing me, but on investigation in the rest room, discovered that I had bug bites. They looked suspiciously like flea bites.  Fun!  I found a place where the air conditioning wasn't too cold and logged in to the airport wireless and started answering my medical emails. One mission had 6 people with knee problems and the orthopedic surgeon wanted to put some of them on a habit forming medicine for 30 days.  That's my job, to make sure dumb things don't happen.  My flight finally came and I slept for four hours on the plane and got home in the mid afternoon.  Again, they fed me two meals on the long flight and a sandwich on the short one.  Then, the next day, I started getting stomach cramps and got a case of Montezuma's revenge for about three days.  So between the flea bites and the food, I can't recommend that particular airline. 
  Hermana Matthews' thoughts...  Because Morris was headed off to Paraguay and had taken our car to the airport (not that I was brave enough to drive anyway), I didn't have a way to get to the area office and attend the meeting with Elder Cook for the office workers.  No one from the area where we live was going, and I didn't really want to take a taxi, so I missed it.  However, I was able to go to the meeting with Elder Cook and all the missionaries the next day.  Sister George (the mental health adviser) and I rode the bus with all the CCM missionaries to the meeting.  We had to be at the bus by 6:30 am.  Area President Ochoa and his wife spoke, and  Elder Gong and his wife, who were accompanying Elder Cook, spoke. Sister Cook also spoke and got all the missionaries involved in singing a hymn with a few groups chanting a couple of the words in the hymn.  She loves the hymns and talked about finding hymns which fit certain Christlike attributes.  Elder Cook's talk was wonderful and inspiring.  He expressed at least 5 times the urgency he felt for missionary work in our area.  He said that Guatemala is a special place where the people are humble, haven't succumbed to the wiles of the world, and are willing to talk about sacred things.  He said they are family-oriented, believing people and that we all should feel an urgency to do missionary work here.  He also talked about President Nelson and said that he truly was a prophet and was receiving a lot of inspiration from above in the middle of the night which was keeping him awake!  Elder Cook gave a blessing to the missionaries and told them that he knew some of them were struggling because of being away from home, and he knew they were worried about their loved ones for many different reasons.    He said that the atonement overcomes everything that seems unfair in life. He promised us that everyone we love will be blessed by our service, not just those we love now but for generations to come.  Finally, he bore his testimony and said that he knew the Savior's voice and he knew the Savior's face.  The meeting was held in a big building that was not fancy.  Jets flew over a couple of times and it was so loud that the speakers had to pause briefly.  However, the spirit was very strong!
   I've been working really hard to build up my newborn baby kit supply!  I recently received 50 kits from a wonderful lady in Highland who is dedicated to keeping this service going.  I've had a lot of interest back home and have many kits and supplies waiting to be brought here from Utah. However, last week I was a little discouraged about the project.  I've had several people ask for kits, and I don't  have enough right now to give to everyone.  In the past, hundreds of kits have been given out at each delivery. Morris suggested we just go to Walmart and buy some kit items to help out until we can get the kits and items that are waiting in Utah.  We, of course, want to personally donate to the project but feel our money may need to go to supplies like ziplock bags or for luggage fees on flights for bags filled with kits. We also may need to buy items to complete those kits that don't have everything in them. The same day we bought kit items, we attended the weekly movie night at the home of one of the senior couples.  One of the wives asked us to stop by her apartment after the movie.  Her son's family was here visiting and they had brought suitcases full of clothes, books, toys, blankets, stuffed animals, and also one whole suitcase of baby kit items.  The daughter-in-law had also raised some money to give me for baby supplies. This was unexpected!  The money we received paid for what we had spent with some left over!  I was humbled and reminded once again that Heavenly Father is aware of our efforts to serve and will provide!
  Elder Matthews' thoughts......We have been assigned to a branch in El Cerinal, about 45 minutes drive south of Guatemala City.  Last week two brothers about 4 and 7  sitting in front of us were bugging each other with considerable determination.  The chapel doesn't have pews, we're all on chairs, so I slid up between the two of them.  The younger one pouted that he couldn't keep fighting with his brother.  Boys are boys pretty much everywhere.   The mission president asked the other senior couple to go out with a member and try to find part member and inactive families who are on the rolls, but haven't come for a long time. This is made more interesting because, while the streets are named, there are no house numbers.  So an address on the church records will say "Antigua Calle cerca de la Tienda La Esperanza.  So you go to the street and start asking.   About 20% of the names on the list were either dead or had moved.  After church we visited a couple of families the Oylers had found. One lady was 80, had had 16 children, 14 of whom were alive.  She was a staunch Catholic, but welcomed us warmly, telling the Oylers that she loved them.  Several of her kids had joined the LDS Church as teenagers, so we were trying to activate them.  The other family's house and business had burned down and some family members of the Oylers had raised a lot of money to help them rebuild. So now they have about 15 people living in a couple of rooms during the construction.  Kind of like Joseph Smith's family living in a two room log cabin.  Tomorrow we head to Zacapa to train a nurse. 


Hermana George and Hermana Matthews at meeting with Elder Cook


Missionary meeting with Elder Quentin L. Cook


A little boy being entertained by his mom's phone during the gospel doctrine
lesson in El Cerinal Branch


The twin sister to the little boy with the phone


An 80 year old lady we met who has 16 children,
14 are still living


 Elders in the Santa Ana Mission in El Salvador.
They are making baby hats while they are waiting 
to be interviewed by the mission president

An hermana in Santa Ana Mission.  
The mission president's wife came up with the idea to have the
missionaries make baby hats while they're waiting for their
interviews with the president.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

The road to Huehuetenango, Quiché Indian word for Way Way out there...Thoughts of an AMA

This week was pretty interesting. We were invited to Quetzaltenango to teach in a couple of multizone conferences.  It a city surrounded by mountains in the north west corner of Guatemala at an altitude of 7600 feet.  I served there for 5.5 months on my previous mission.  We drove past Lake Atitlan on the way.  It’s a large bright blue lake surrounded by volcanos.  The main road to Quetzaltenango is pretty well maintained, but the side road was full of chuck holes and washed out sections.  Our mission RAV4 doesn’t have very good shocks, and wasn’t fun to drive over these roads even slowly.  The narrow twisty road wound over a couple of mountains and through a couple of deep canyons.  When we arrived at a viewpoint over the lake, we were disappointed that it was so hazy we couldn’t see the volcanoes on the other side.  Before they harvest sugar cane down on the coast, they burn the fields.  The smoke rolls up into the mountains and the air can get pretty hazy.  The photos were maybe a little better than the visual, a surprise. 

After the lake, we went across a couple more mountains on chuckholed windy roads.  It was nice to get back to the main highway.  We GPS’d our way to the hotel and found it was very nice.  It even had a view of the temple out of our window.  We called President Díaz and he tried to explain where the first zone conference was, but we couldn’t find it on our maps, so he sent a couple of missionaries to pick us up.  When I was here, the town was considerably smaller and we walked everywhere.   The multizone conference went very well. President Díaz had asked me to give a health presentation and then talk about how the mission had changed since I’d worked here.  The stats are impressive. The entire history of the church in Guatemala [in this dispensation] has happened in my life time: the first baptism was in 1948, the year I was born.  I used some of the same statistics as I used in my farewell talk, so I won’t repeat them here except to say that it’s grown from 15,000 members and one stake in Guatemala and El Salvador when I was here to 392,000, seventy stakes and three temples.  I believe that the increase in the rate of growth began when they started calling missionaries from Central America who served, then came back and strengthened their local wards and branches and were role models for the next generation of missionaries.   After the zone conference we visited the new mission doctor and an elder who had broken his collar bone doing a bicycle kick in a soccer game.  Thus violating the first principle of missionary health: don’t do stupid stuff.

The next day we went to a multizone conference in Huehuetenango, even farther north and again in the middle of the mountains. President Diaz picked us up at 5 am.  It was 30 degrees F while we were driving up over the mountains and I could see my breath.  The elevation there is only 6,200 feet though,  The conference was similar to the one in Quetzaltenango.  I did have a couple of elders who had been having back and shoulder trouble, so I taught them some exercises. 

We came back and went to the temple that evening. My mom wanted to attend the dedication a few years ago, even saying she’d go alone, and was only dissuaded when she couldn’t get a ticket.  I tried to be sensitive and felt the Spirit strongly at times during the session, but didn’t feel her presence.   Getting through the veil in Spanish is still an adventure for me.

The next day we trained the two mission nurses.  Well, one is a CNA and the other took a couple of years of sports medicine in high school so not really nurses, but they’re all we have and they have been doing a great job.  One went to the high school Jenni is teaching at in Saratoga Springs and the other was from Meridian, Idaho. 

When we were through with the official stuff, we found a a member I knew from before.  He was a great support when I was here.  I had an address from a nephew, but the street it was on is about 4 miles long.  I asked one of the office elders if he knew which end to start on.  He called the bishop of that ward who happened to be the member’s father.  He was working and gave us another brother’s name who could go with us to the house.  We found him, he’s 79 and his health is failing.  We had a nice visit and a prayer then took some pictures.  We felt like we were channeling President Monson by seeking out the one in need.

We went to gas up and go home.  I went in to prepay and left the keys in the Toyota, which automatically locked up after about two minutes.  Fortunately there was a lock smith close and he was able to get the car unlocked after about 45 minutes of trying.  He looked like he was about 15, and wasn’t tall enough to see in very well and the side windows are tinted, so we gave him a challenge.   I admit after about twenty minutes of him trying, I started praying that he would be able to do it. My prayers were answered, but as is common, not immediately.

The drive home wasn’t bad until we got to the outskirts of Guatemala City where they diverted us off the main highway.  Apparently a semi had jackknifed and blocked the road and killed five people.  We had to get the GPS going to find out how to get home.  Then we hit the dreaded Friday evening rush hour.  We got home, had a snack, then went to the airport to pick up some kits for Patsy’s newborn baby kit project.  Patsy has been working with a lady in Utah who has been organizing groups to make the baby kits.  She arranged for 50 kits to be brought down by a lady who is the Utah director of Choice Humanitarian.  We went to the airport and while standing there with a sign waiting, we met the Guatemalan couple who are the local directors of the Choice Humanitarian organization.   Friday was pretty uneventful.  Saturday we cleaned the apartment, did a little shopping, then I got about 20 emails and calls about people needing care, including our first case of Zika virus.   It’s dangerous if you are pregnant, not something we’re very worried about with our missionaries. Otherwise it’s mostly like a mild cold and you can only get it once.


Lake Atitlan 


Quetzaltenango Temple


Beautiful sister missionaries in Huehuetenango


More sisters 


Sisters and an Elder


An old friend from my first mission


Apartment building where I lived on my mission


Patsy finally has some baby kits!


President  Diaz


Mission nurses and their companions
L to R
companion, nurse Sister Madison, nurse Sister Monroy, companion


Sister missionaries in the Cerinal Branch


The volcanoes L to R 
Fuego, Pacaya and Agua
as seen down the street from the chapel at Cerinal