From David Fletcher: In 1988, we moved to Guadalajara and moved into the Auditorio Ward. Two weeks later, I was called as the Elders Quorum President and I realized that many members of the ward were lost or less active. Some didn't have addresses which we could use to locate them. I began looking for as many of these members as I could in order to assign home teachers and begin the process of fellowshipping and reactivation. I thought of the people I had been blessed to teach in Spain and hoped that if any of them ever became less active that someone would reach out to them. I knew that one family lived in Arroyo Hondo, a community of 15,000 people so I set off one morning on foot determined to find them. It was about 1 1/2 miles from my home so when I arrived, I said a prayer and then stopped at a small kiosk near the side of the road. When I asked the young girl about the names that I was looking for, she said it was her parents. Sometime later, I felt the need to go two miles out of my way to visit an older couple. When I arrived, everything was quiet. There were some chickens and pigs in the front yard area. I called back and heard a faint voice. Inside, I found this older sister bedridden without any food left in the home. She had fallen of the bus and injured her back. Her husband had not returned for two days and the situation was quite desperate. After I was able to take care of her physical needs, we learned that her husband had broken his hand in an accident and was taken to a hospital across town. I began to discuss their family and learned that they had a daughter living in Guadalajara who was not a member. I was able to give her address to the sister missionaries later that day. The following Saturday, we were at the chapel when the Sisters arrived with another lady. They said that it was the daughter of this couple and that she was going to get baptized, which she did the following day.

Although our sojourn in Guadalajara lasted only 7 or 8 months, my faith increased tremendously and I learned that the Lord is very mindful of his people there. When we left, the Bishop's wife gave us a hand woven picture of the Mexico City Temple. It was always a sacrifice for our members to make the eight hour trip. What a blessing for them to now have a temple in that beautiful city, know as the "City of Roses".