We are traveling on a small country road through the most beautiful scenery. This part of Mexico is just stunningly beautiful with bright green fields of sugar cane fringed with dark palms, tropical pines, and flamboyant trees with brilliant orange blossoms. In the distance tower layers of mountains, covered with billows of puffy, creamy clouds.
We left the temple yesterday in time to make it the city of Valle in the state of San Luis Potisi (Tampico is in Tamaulipas) .Luckily, the priesthood session of stake conference was scheduled for this morning at 8:00 instead of yesterday at 4:00. The adult meeting began at 6:00, and because the stake was being divided Elders Alonso and Elder Lynn Mickelsen were the visiting authorities. We had known Elder Alonzo when we served in Mexico City as he was a mission president in Tijuana at the time. Elder Mickelsen and his family had been our friends since Argentina when he was the area president there. I was sorry neither of their wives was with them. Sister Moss didn’t accompany her husband either and so I was the only woman seated on the stand and the only one to speak last night and this morning.
As is his forte, Elder Mickelsen had all of us riveted to the scriptures as he taught exciting insights. He talked about God’s work and glory, the three degrees of glory and asked the question which kingdom would have the most inhabitants? To many peoples surprise he said the Celestial. I hadn’t realized that over half the people that have ever been born during the world’s history have died before the age of 8, and therefore are automatically saved, plus those pure souls who live, but are never “accountable.” All those, plus, Pres. Snow also made the statement that “I believe that when the gospel is preached to the spirits in prison…there will be very few indeed of those spirits who will not gladly receive the gospel.” At one point last night he invited the zone leaders up to ask him the baptismal interview questions, and he bore his powerful testimony on each principle.
Coming home this afternoon, true to form, Dad didn’t want to take the same road we had traveled yesterday, and knowing that there were spectacular waterfalls and lagoons in the area, we checked out of the hotel and set off on an adventure. We forded wild streams found a place every bit as fun as Tolontango to swim and wade through, one huge waterfall so furiously cascading and steaming that we couldn’t even get out of the car, crossed over the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains from San Luis Potisi to Tamaulipas, and arrived home after a delightful Sunday drive, tired and hungry.
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