These pictures are on the road that goes straight to Gallup from Crownpoint. This weekend was the Eastern Navajo Agency Fair. There were so many people in town. The only event we really went to was the Parade Saturday morning. We got there an hour early and the streets were packed with people. It was a slow parade and lasted almost two hours. Elder Richardson and I got decently sun burnt.
So, there was a 4-H club at the parade!
Br. Martinez taught me how to rope yesterday. It’s pretty simple but I’m not very good.
“I speak to the worthy young men of the Aaronic Priesthood. When I was a very small boy, my father found a lamb all alone out in the desert. The herd of sheep to which its mother belonged had moved on, and somehow the lamb got separated from its mother, and the shepherd must not have known that it was lost. Because it could not survive alone in the desert, my father picked it up and brought it home. To have left the lamb there would have meant certain death, either by falling prey to the coyotes or by starvation because it was so young that it still needed milk. Some sheepmen call these lambs “bummers.” My father gave the lamb to me and I became its shepherd.
For several weeks I warmed cow’s milk in a baby’s bottle and fed the lamb. We became fast friends. I called him Nigh—why I don’t remember. It began to grow. My lamb and I would play on the lawn. Sometimes we would lie together on the grass and I would lay my head on its soft, woolly side and look up at the blue sky and the white billowing clouds. I did not lock my lamb up during the day. It would not run away. It soon learned to eat grass. I could call my lamb from anywhere in the yard by just imitating as best I could the bleating sound of a sheep: Baa. Baa.
One night there came a terrible storm. I forgot to put my lamb in the barn that night as I should have done. I went to bed. My little friend was frightened in the storm, and I could hear it bleating. I knew that I should help my pet, but I wanted to stay safe, warm, and dry in my bed. I didn’t get up as I should have done. The next morning I went out to find my lamb dead. A dog had also heard its bleating cry and killed it. My heart was broken. I had not been a good shepherd or steward of that which my father had entrusted to me. My father said, “Son, couldn’t I trust you to take care of just one lamb?” My father’s remark hurt me more than losing my woolly friend. I resolved that day, as a little boy, that I would try never again to neglect my stewardship as a shepherd if I were ever placed in that position again.”
This is from the teepee hike. There’s a rock that looks like a teepee.
“We call things what they are. “
Elder Richardson and I are going into Gallup today. And I get to meet with Victor again! He’s the man who was baptized last July in Tohatchi.
And The Wilcox’s. Quick story time. Br. Wilcox went camping this past week and his truck stopped changing gears. He looked under his truck and saw that a cable was broken that changed the gears. So, he took some vise grips and manually changed the gears himself by getting a stick and poking at the grips to change form neutral to drive to park etc… He called it his “stickshift”. He’s a super funny man.
I was talking with Pres. Adams this past week about how powerful it has been to hear the testimony and sacrifice of members of the church across the reservation. It has strengthened my own faith. And yes, I’m very grateful for my time off of the rez in Bloomfield and Grants. But I’ll miss the rez and the people.
I love you all and thank you for your support. It’s been a while and I’m ready to see my family. There’s s much more to tell you in person. 🙂