Lima, Peru

 

We flew from Salt Lake to Atlanta.  We took the all night fight from Atlanta to Lima arriving just about daylight.  A crew of happy faces from the Area office greeted us as we exited the airport and soon we were on our way to the Temple where we were to stay in patron housing until our apartment was ready. As we drove across Lima, through some rough appearing neighborhoods, I flashed back to my experiences as a young missionary in Argentina and the difficult circumstances of poverty in which the people and the missionaries lived. As I did I had a sinking feeling of, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"  My brother, Greg, also served in Argentina and when I mentioned to him my misgivings, he reminded me that as we get to know the people and love them, the surrounding will become less distracting. I thought back to those two years as a young missionary. Two wonderful years that I would not have missed for anything! Yes, it is the people, and sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ; there in lies the joy of being a missionary! 

                                        Our accommodations at Temple Housing were very nice. 

                                                    Getting to know the neighborhood.