| Lovin my new house and my new messenger bag |
Sunday February 23,
2014 A LOT has happened this week.
Tuesday - 18 Feb,
2014
We had a “caplea
aberta” activity in Campo Grande today.
I will once again re-iterate how much I HATE the Campo Grande area. People are rude, pushy, and constantly in
a hurry. I am speaking Portuguese
quite comfortably now, but many people in Campo Grande were like “She talks
with a weird accent, therefore she is stupid, therefore I will only talk to the
Brazilian.” It is remarkable how
people can completely ignore your presence while simultaneously asking your
companion questions about you. I
remember experiencing this during the first few transfers, but I have been
speaking well lately, so this attitude was super obnoxious today. I love my little, kind, dirty, humble
Santa Magarida.
Side note: A member
asked me where I was from the other day and was surprised when I said that I
was American. She thought that I
was South American.
Wednesday
One of the best
opportunities that we have had to work together is teaching Senhor A. He is a
76 year old 5’5” man with leathery crinkles skin, vivid blue eyes, and an
expressive smile. He also has a warm welcoming spirit that makes you feel
immediately comfortable. We found
him while contacting a referral from the capela Alberta activity. The referral was for his wife and
daughter. When we went to share a
message with them, it started raining so they invited us in their garage, where
Senhor was. His wife is a firm
member of a different church. She
told us that we would be wasting our time teaching her husband because he had
never shown interest in joining a religion. He’d also never prayed before. But he was a good husband,
father, and grandfather.
Of course we talked
to him anyway and it soon became clear that he had in fact searched and visited
churches but never felt right or comfortable in them. We ended up returning the next day, and he invited us into
his garage, and then the next day he invited us into his house. Little by little we have gained his
trust.
Friday
This was a weird
day. We met a self professed “profeta”
(prophet) today. She was stamping
her feet and yelling that we aren’t Christians. We also had a load of
rejection, one of our investigators heavily influences by pain medications, and
every single commitment fall through.
We had drama with our district leader and a sick ward mission leader. It
was just a weird day. By 7 pm we were struggling to feel the spirit. We felt prompted to go and visit two
elderly ladies in our ward. We
sang a few hymns with them and visited with them. (Sister R. has a beautiful singing voice.) It was an
experience that saved the rest of the crazy day.
| S. baptism day. |
Saturday
Sunday
Carlos and Maykon
gave our investigator with cancer a blessing. We had a good ward council meeting which was focused on
reactivation. Next week is
Carnival in Rio…a wild and crazy time for sure. We are restricted from leaving our house after 4:00 pm
because of all the shenanigans. It
will be a boring week for us!
