Rochester is a place of dreams and miracles. Lots of ghetto, lots of
Spanish, but LOTS of fun. Sister Lucas has served in Rochester before
so for this first week every day Sister Searle and I have switched off
at the sites. The Brighton sisters, who border our area, are in the
same trio boat (they call themselves Lucy) so we each of us have a
companion from that other trio that is our site companion, who we
drive with and serve with at the sites every day. I'm with Sister
Niselen and she is the sweetest sister on the face of the planet.
The days in Rochester honestly feel like a different life. Since the
car is taken to the sites each day we walk and ride the bus and we
talk to SOOO many people. Just hop on the bus , one of us gets in the
front, one in the back, and find the one. All buses take you downtown
to the transit center (which feels like an airport) and the you
quickly find your next bus to get where you need to go. It's easy to
feel lost, but Sister Lucas is a pro. The first day we were together
she told me "you've got to follow the Spirit, it's the only way to
know with all these people who to talk to."
Relying on the Spirit is essential. It's impossible to do this work
without Him. This was especially shown one day when we went contacting
during a bike race in downtown Rochester. There was just this huge
hoard of people. So we found a corner, bowed our heads and started
with a prayer, and off we went. It wasn't going so well so Sister
Lucas and I decide to sit at a bench and take a sec to think. When we
regained our composure, Sister Lucas saw a man on he bench next to us
who she recognized. Turns out when her and Sister Searle were in the
area a man on the bus was yelling at them about the trinity and
another man was watching, and the sisters noticed, rather upset with
the other man. But then came the bus stop and they didn't get a chance
to talk to him, but now there he was on the bench! His name is Robert.
We talked to him about our purpose as missionaries, and how Christ was
reaching for him. He looked up at us and noted, "man, it takes faith
to come to Rochester." It sure does, Robert, and that faith drives us
to many more places then the streets of Rochester.
Anyway, like I said, the Spanish work is everywhere. We're currently
working with a less active from Puerto Rico named Enid. What a joy to
sit in a Spanish lesson again. As we walk the streets lots of Puerto
Ricans and Dominicans roll their windows down blasting merengue or
whatever else it might be. The Rochester 3rd Ward is filled with
Hispanics. They've been trying to get a branch started forever, but
lots of families keep moving out, or there's not enough Priesthood. It
sounds fairly familiar, that's for sure 😉 For now they use headphones
and the missionaries translate (Elder Vizcaino from Mexico usually has
got that covered, but maybe one day I'll be one of the fancy people
whispering in the back!) There's a Sunday school class in Spanish, and
I felt like I was right at home. It's really just a smaller version of
Piedmont, and I know there are miracles ahead!
Every night we come home we come as a companionship and tell each
other about our days, and sometimes I'm fighting to keep my eyes open,
but I'm so happy. Elder Moreno from the District captured the feeling
really well when he said something along the lines of "I'm exhausted
all the time, but I'm so happy. I don't get it."
I'm so happy to be in Rochester.
Mucho amor,
Hermana Abreu
1. Being thugs on the streets
2. More city!
3. Map to the bus systemAll of the inner green is our area, and very
confusing. We'll get it 😅
4. The crowds of people at the bike race, AHH!
5. With Sister Nielsen, my site companion