This week was good. We had a great week. We now
have 7 ibds [investigator’s with baptism dates]. We found this giant family
that might be kind of golden. There are so many people living there and they
really want to be baptized. Hopefully things work out there. We’ve just taught
them twice, but we have only been able to teach a couple of the family members
because everyone is always at work and stuff. But their dad wants the whole
family to be baptized. I’m not really sure…because he hasn't really read the
Book of Mormon yet so I don't know how he has a testimony or why he wants to
get baptized. We’ll see how things go there. They said they were going to come
to church, but they didn't.
Anyway, the work is going pretty good here. Last
week we reached the standard of excellence in every category and we have the 7
investigators with baptism dates. (Sorry, I know that these statistics aren't
interesting if you're not a missionary). Our next baptism is set for November 8.
There are still a lot of obstacles with some of these investigators ...
including getting them married and living the Word of Wisdom.
Here are a couple of weird stories. A couple of
days ago, I had just stepped out of the shower and I was walking into the room
to change. I was only wearing my towel. When I walked in the door, I found 3
birds flying around the room! I screamed at the top of my lungs, slammed the
door shut (almost losing my towel in the process). Then 3 other missionaries all
came running. My companion got the birds out of the room (I have no idea how, I
was too busy hiding in a different room). So good thing my companion is
awesome.
Here’s another weird story for the week. So here's
some background to the story. Besides our apartment, there are 4 other sisters
in Agoo. They were on exchanges so the whole apartment was Americans. Anyway,
at about 11:15 at night one night last week, I’m sleeping and then I hear all
these people yelling my name out the window. I go outside in my nightgown and I
see the 4 sisters and their district leader and his companion. I’m hoping the
elders didn't notice I was in my nightgown. So, I let all the sisters in and
they tell me this story of how they are locked out and they tried everything
they could to get in. They and their district leader and everyone had used
everything from bobby pins to spatulas to knives to credit cards to get into
their apartment. No luck. In the process of them trying to break in, somehow
the neighbors got really freaked out. haha, It's this sweet little Filipino
family and then this herd of 4 Americans sisters and 2 Samoan elders trying to
break into the sisters’ apartment. Then the apartment neighbors called their
friends to come rescue them. So all these people apparently showed up on a
trike…with two men standing on the back holding swords and other weapons.
hahah. So then the missionaries do their best to explain the situation and then
the barangay police got involved. haha, it was just a mess apparently. So
finally they come over to our apartment so they can sleep. So I gave them some
food because they hadn't eaten in a few hours. I gave them all some clothes to
sleep in. Then we shoved my bed next to my companion’s bed and I slept with my
companion and two sisters slept in my bed and one sister slept on the couch and
another sister slept on the floor in a bed made out of my clothes. The funniest
thing about all of this is that my companion just slept through all of it. She
just rolled over and put her pillow over her head. She said she woke up for a
second when I was upstairs getting everyone clothes. Only one of the sisters
was downstairs and my companion just asks "Where's Sister Mortell?"
"She's upstairs" then she just goes back to sleep. haha, She doesn't
even care that there are like 10 million people in our apartment. So I hardly
slept that night because things were pretty crowded. A locksmith came in the
morning, so all is well now.
Have a good week. Love you.
We just thought it was funny to put that picture of me looking so mad with that little poster.
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