Monday night we talked to the Flia Villalba and they tried to drop us, but with the help of the spirit and saying "We aren`t trying to change your religion, we are only trying to help you find the truth and follow God`s will. Will you pray to find out if this is the true church and ask God if it is his will to join this church?" That`s plus or minus what I said, but it worked well.
Tuesday was District meeting and wow was it gloomy. Elder Pastul is so boring. Everybody looked like they wanted to die. There was no energy in that room. Even the Hermanas were sitting there with an angry look on their face. It kinda sucked.
I have another cool story for you guys though. We went to the Flia Gomez`s house and they gave us Watermelon! Yay I love watermelon. It wasn`t the best in the world, but it sure is refreshing when it`s so stinking hot outside. Anyways I left my bag with my scriptures on the chair outside. While we were eating Andrea had a thought that she needed to go outside to turn off the fan that they left out there. When she went outside she saw a little kid (6 or 7years old) with my bag about to walk out their gate. When he saw Andrea he dropped the bag and ran away. Cool huh? Just like the time when I left my bag in the capilla and Hna Raquel walked in right when somebody was about to steal my camera. I`m pretty sure God loves me.
Wednesday there was supposed to be a movie night for youth and investigators, especially the ones that always come to play Soccer in the church. Well the movies that the president downloaded wouldn`t work so we brought the "Joseph Smith the Prophet of the Restauracion" instead. Only the investigators and members watched it and the Jovens played soccer outside. Hna Raquel burned all the Popcorn too so the church smelled really bad and was filled with smoke. Not the best movie night ever.
Thursday it rained, Friday too. Friday I had really bad Chivivi, but Elder Anderson brought me some Pepto Bismol. I am so greatful for that. Too bad that there is no such drug in South America. Anyways Elder Pastul and I taught English class for the first time. Only a bunch of little kids and a school teacher showed up. I don`t know if it will be worth it if it continues like this. We played a little soccer for Noche de Rama against a thousand little kids. It was impossible to move up and down the field with the ball because you didn`t want to step on any of them.
Saturday Villarrica had a tournament of soccer against Coronel Oviedo. Oviedo won the first 2 or 3 games, so they got prideful. Then came the fall. After that Villarrica won so much they became bitter and started playing dirty. We helped out a little with the spiritual side and crowd control for lunch, but we were told that after we left Oviedo started being worse. The funny thing is that all the nonmembers are from Villarrica and they acted better.
That night we found my English Student and taught him. His name is Alcidez Brusuelda or something like that. His wife and two kids are Blonde as Germans. They were in a hurry because thier Grandpa was having a Birthday party, but we were able to teach them Lesson 1 and they liked it. We invited them to get baptized, they accepted, but we didn`t have time to set a date. That`s ok, next time.
Sunday it rained again and only 13 people came to church. One of them was a recent convert and his friend and investigator. I ask ¿If a recent convert and an investigator can walk 20 minutes in the pouring rain without an umbrella, What is wrong with all the other members out there? I am disappointed.
Instead of trying to teach Flia Villalba again we gave them a list of Soul Searching Questions that the Book of Mormon answers. So now they can get a personal testimony of the Book of Mormon. Turns out that their Daughter Diana was the investigator we have been searching for since forever. So now Diana, Genoveva (Mom), and Fausto (Dad) each have a book of Mormon and a question that they want answered that can be found in the Book of Mormon. Hope that works well.
TTFN Ta Ta for Now!
Elder Singson
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