None of our
Investigators with Baptism Dates came to church yesterday. That was kind of
rough. Two of them were out of town and we don't know what happened to the
others. Our ward choir performance went well yesterday (I was the pianist) haha.
Choir practice was so funny. One of our choir members is quite the character. She
sang so loud and proud and way out of tune. She was also like an octave higher
than everyone else. There were about 8 women from the Relief Society and 6
missionaries in the choir. Also, yesterday we had branch conference and all
these people from the district came to evaluate it. They asked us to attend the
evaluation with them... I thought it was pretty harsh…the young women got laid
into for not starting on time, no young woman conducting, not using personal
progress enough, etc. I felt a little bad for them. Also, we were at the church
from 12:30-7:30 yesterday. At least we were able to get some proselyting done
in the morning.
My Sunday school lesson was fine. We had 2
investigators at church--both boys about 20 years old... one of them is
actually really interested, only problem is that he has a hard time with Tagalog
and neither of us know Ilocano. There is so much Ilocano here. Turns out
throughout my whole mission there is at least a little bit of a language
barrier. As soon as I get with a Filipina we go to a place that is mostly Ilocano.
Guess I better start learning Ilocano!
My companion is from Cavite. They just speak Tagalog
there. Only Northern Luzon speaks Ilocano. It’s good to be with a native Tagalog
speaker though. Sometimes the missionaries from Visayas or Mindanao don't speak
very good Tagalog because it's their 2nd language.
Here's a good story. Last night my companion was in
the bathroom while I was updating the area book. All of a sudden, I hear so
much movement upstairs. It sounds like chairs and furniture moving around and
footsteps. It was so loud. My first thought is that there is a man upstairs. So
I bang on the bathroom door and make my companion open the door, then she hears
the noise too and we both freak out and run to the sisters next door. She then
says "Oh no! The ghost is back!" She and the other sisters start
telling me about how the house is haunted because someone died there a few years
ago. We faced our fears and went back and checked upstairs. Then we could hear
the noise again. It was coming from the ceiling of the upstairs. It sounded
like people walking around. I became convinced there was someone living in our
attic, but then I started to believe the ghost story. Then we started to hear
it again. It happened a lot of times. Then this morning, we decided to open the
attic and see for ourselves. I open the attic thing and out falls tons of....
RAT POOP! So that's that. Turns out it's not people, not a ghost, but several
giant rats. That’s cool...
I can't tell you how many stories I have heard of
missionary apartments being haunted. Also, we are in the Philippines and there
are all sorts of believing in stuff like that and witch craft and whatnot. Also,
I have heard about 100 stories of missionaries being in danger and then they
look back and there are 3 American men behind them. Yes, the 3 Nephites. Haha Missionaries
get carried away sometimes. But, I am telling you. I legitimately think the apartment
in Baguio was haunted. I don’t think the apartment in Baguio had rats. It was
haunted. How could a rat grab my leg? Or put a cell phone charger around someone’s
neck in the middle of the night? I didn't believe anything about any of this
until it happened to me... also; President Balledos told us it is real.
He said Satan has spirits on the earth that are
part of the1/3 who rebelled and they sometimes do things. He said it's real, but
when you're at home, pretend it isn't real and "don't humor it" and it
will go away. I’ll do some research.
By the way, one of our less active members is named "Bonjovi." He also happens to love Bon Jovi the band. Have a great week!
With Brother Romero's daughter and granddaughter
Attending the "Western" wedding of our investigator
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