This week was real
good. I feel like the longer I am here, the faster the weeks go. The days kind
of blend together, and lots of the time, I can’t remember what happened the
previous day. But it is all good, and I am loving the experience.
This week, had
about 15 commitments to attend church. We were really excited, and I was sure
that this Sunday was gonna be a special one. But Sunday morning, it rained.
Rain, to an Argenitine, is something very different than it is to anyone else.
Whenever it rains, everyone disappears from the streets and goes into hiding.
You would think that rain made them melt or something. When the first droplet
of rain falls, everybody runs as fast as they can. Rain kind of kills the work
on a normal day, but it destroys Sundays for a missionary. Church attendance
drops more than 50%. I remember one time in City Bell, it rained on a Sunday,
and the Branch President didn’t come. And the thing is, it was totally
acceptable. The other day, a lady was telling us that she would make it to
church no matter what. Sea sickness, danger, anything. That is, anything except
rain. So this Sunday, we had 15 commitments to attend and 2 came. I was so
frustrated and mad. Luckily, the investigators who did come had an
awesome experience. We are teaching a 16 year old kid named Franco and he is
such a stud. At church, we were sitting in the pews, so sad that no one was
coming, and then Franco walked in. He is so great and loved the church
experience even though about 20 members showed up to church. I take his good
experience as a reward for his faith and sacrifice.
That was the
most important thing I learned this week. That whatever we sacrifice for good
is rewarded to us several fold. Hopefully that means that since I lost all
muscle whatsoever to violent diarrhea, I will come back to the states looking
like Lou Ferrigno (the hulk).
Right now I have to head to a zone activity in which we
will be playing mud football. It rained all week. I fully expect and hope and
will do all possible to have mud football digress to mud wrestling.
I love my
family. I learn more and more of the importance of family in my life every day. I am grateful
for the gospel in my life. It means everything to me. All is well. Life is
good.
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