Saturday the youth of Tabernaculo de Victoria went out to pass out fliers and invite people to church. It was fun, we went to places I'd never seen before, places with lots of people.
After we finished and were walking back to the house we came to this canyon. When they said we had to climb down it then back up to the other side, I thought they were kidding. They weren't.
So down the canyon we go. Of course I had flip flops on; that was my first problem. I'd take a few steps, then slip, slide, and wish for a zip-line. I knew I could make it to the bottom of the canyon, but I was sure it would be after I fell and slid all the way down on my stomach. But, much to my surprise, I actually did make it down. And this is what our noses (first) then our eyes found:
Sewer water. Grooooss!
Climbing down was nothing compared to having to climb back UP. Flip flops, a flowy skirt and wind? It was almost more than I could take. The fear that I felt coming down tripled when we started climbing. How embarrassing would it be to fall backwards and take everyone that was behind me back down too? This is when the "Jesus, help me" whispers started. And...I made it to the top (with a little help), noodle legs and all. After I got back on solid, flat ground I thought, "I wonder if I'll ever have to do this again..."
Well, I am proud to say that in these past few days I have become a professional canyon-climber.
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Oh, and since this post WAS about our youth outreach day, I should probably mention that it went really well! This is the first time for our youth to do anything like this. I think they had fun, they said they want to do it again. A bunch of people promised to come to church when the kids invited them. So we'll see.
Also, the kids heard some people saying that we were Mormons. Huh. I think it's time to make some t-shirts, or at least name tags that say something like
"Hi, my name is ______ and I am APOSTOLIC!!"