Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I love it out here.

This week has been crazy.  We have 14 investigators and we visit a lot of people as well.  There really is not a whole lot of walking.  I like teaching even though I hardly say anything; but I can talk to someone now and ask if we can share with them for 5 minutes. The other day we knocked on a house and the man came out looking really mad.  He said Elder meant teacher and that teachers are perfect.  I tried talking to him and I am pretty sure he wanted to hit me.  Its great when some people say, “Oh, we’re Christian or Catholic or something and then say we believe in Christ.  I say that’s awesome so do I.”  We have a baptism next Saturday and the woman is super excited.  She is just getting hit with every trial and even had a scary dream about a man in black chasing her.  I know that this is the real church and someone does not want her to be baptized.  I know that I am not perfect but was set apart to go and preach the gospel as a representative of JesuCristo. I love it out here—maybe not all the time—but it’s the best place to be.

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