Saturday, October 4, 2014
Gun shots, absurd facial hair growth, and Tanner's testimony of Christ
I probably have told you this already, but everyone here loves my name. They find it so funny that my name is similar to Mel Gibson. Everyone always asks me if my dad is Mel Gibson, and they are serious. When it was announced that I would be giving a talk at the beginning of sacrament meeting, the counselor referred to me as Elder Mel. The 60ish members died. People have even referred to me as Elder William Wallace. I just have to chuckle. It is always funny.
In regards to other investigators, we are working on turning our somewhat progressing investigators into serious investigators. We are working with a bunch of people that are interested, but not seriously interested. It is frustrating, but people have their own agency and can choose to progress or not. We are just here to help.
Funny story: Many people here wear clothing with English words. We were walking past the largest Catholic chapel in Barbosa the other day when mass was being let out. Some man sauntered out with a hat that read, "I´m the king of sex" in big bold letters. I just cracked up. I am sure he wouldn´t have worn that hat to church if he had known what it meant. People also wear clothing that references NYC. I´ll ask them if they have ever been to NYC and they won´t know what I am talking about.
Funny note: I feel like my facial hair is growing at an absurd rate. It is like my rate of growth went from fast to Sean Rowe status. I have my thick five o’clock shadow at 1 in the afternoon. Sometimes I have to shave twice a day! Ridiculous. I don´t know why this is happening, all I know is that it is crazy.
Every Saturday morning we play Mirco with the members. Micro is just miniature soccer. Really fun, but too bad I am horrible. I just wish we could throw on some football pads and play a little American fútbol.
The water and power here is very temperamental. The water will just shut off out of nowhere and the same thing with the power. I was mid shower the other day, fully covered is soap when the water shut off. I felt weird/unusually sticky the entire day as I was still covered in soap. Whatever.
We also teach a mission prep class every Sunday. It feels so weird to be teaching and not being taught. It still has not dawned on me that I am a real missionary. I doubt it will until I get on the plane to come home. It is fun to teach the things I learned in the CCM to the older youth of the ward. I really enjoy it, and I really hope they all serve missions.
We play a lot of UNO. Almost every night after planning we sit and play a bunch of rounds. It is fun and a nice way to relax after a stressful day.