On the fourth of July, I wore a patriotic outfit,
had pancakes for breakfast, had a real hamburger and fries for lunch, and
wished each person we taught "Happy Independence Day." Everyone
thought that was pretty funny. I had a good Fourth of July. I love the
Philippines, but I'm also very proud to be an American. We have a great
country!
I just got an email saying that Bro. R (in
San Fernando) is a ward missionary and received the Melchezidek priesthood.
He's awesome!
Brother D is doing so well. He will get the Aaronic
Priesthood on Sunday. He is sharing the gospel with people and we were able to
teach his mom yesterday! (She
lives in the house right next to him. They've got a compound type of situation
going on there. Filipinos usually live with or next to all of their family.) She's the hard-core born a Catholic-I’ll die a Catholic
type, but at least we have a return appointment with her. Brother D was straight
up teaching his mom about the Book of Mormon and bearing testimony. He's
awesome! We are also making
great strides with his wife. She used to basically refuse to talk to us, but
last week we dropped by and chatted with her for like 30 minutes! Also his mom
one time screamed at two missionaries and told them they were going to hell.
She's still a tiny bit hostile, but we committed her to read the pamphlet and
pray about it!
Here's a funny story. A few
days ago we were talking to this lady on the street. We were trying to teach
her the gospel but she was just talking our ear off. Anyway, in the midst of
her talking, I see this tall lanky guy dart across the street in front of all
these cars. The cars all slam on their brakes. The guy is just doing all these
weird movements... he was kind of jerking and twitching. Then he comes over by
us and starts to talk to the wall. He also kept doing this high pitched
terrifying laugh. I looked at him closer... he was wearing a blue jumpsuit that
said "MED1" on the back. Think he must have escaped from a mental
hospital or something. We thought we lost him and then we went down this street
and he was right there. He started coming towards us so we had to go hide in a
store. Finally he went away. So that's creepy!
I have some good news. I thought all was lost, but
after months of anticipation, the long-awaited package has arrived. It was
beaten up, had several rips, and when the zone leader handed it to me it had
candy falling out, but Gr. Tell's package finally came! So happy! The package
was obviously opened and then re-taped, but I don't think anything was taken
because there is some money in some Easter eggs still haha.
Also, I'm pretty sure I could do camping no problem
now. But, let's not get crazy here. I still don't think I would be totally
willing to use an outhouse in the Lamar valley in Yellowstone. I would be more
willing to go find a bush though. I don't think I'll ever get over my phobia of
port-a-potties ever since trek 2007. I just barely got over my fear of using
restrooms at people’s houses a few weeks ago. Before then, I had only used the
bathroom at one person’s house. I have come to realize that it may just be a
little squat bowl thing that you flush with water, but they are always so
clean! I've never been in a dirty bathroom here. People here are usually very
clean...even if their floor is dirt they sweep out all the bugs and dust and
everything is nice and in order.
Have a great week! Love you all!
Tri-Zone Conference--Baguio, Agoo, La Trinidad
Baguio Zone
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