We had some sweet lessons this week. One was with this woman we have been teaching who was very scared of the Book of Mormon at first, thought it could be satanic and read some things online about the church. But she was slowly understanding and was accepting things. Two lessons ago we read Alma 30 with her and after she just said "I love the way I feel when you guys come and we read" #spirit. And then we took Nathan a member to her lesson and they already knew each other! They were talking like old friends and it was nice for her to see someone that was a member of the church that weren't just some missionaries. We taught the gospel and focused on being baptized by the right authority and Nathan bore a strong testimony about it and it was just powerful! It was hard for her to think that everyone else who has been baptized outside of the church that it won't be recorded in heaven, but when Nathan said it, it was perfect. And then she came to church! She is one of the last people I would think who would progress or even be interested, but yet she is! So happy!
I get a lot of questions about what Africa is like or what the people are like, and so I figured I would tell you what a couple hours at Isaiah's (an Recent Convert) home on Saturday was like. After we taught Isaiah and his sisters, who will be baptized soon, they refused to let us leave until we first ate.
So as we were waiting for the food to cook, which is cooked outside with charcoal, Hannah a 14 year old took a little plastic bag they got, blew air into it, and tied it. We then played a game of wally ball for a while, and I've never seen that girl so happy and laughy. We then went outside and played a game. Its a game with holes usually in wood and with little pebbles and you try to finish the other persons pebbles. But here, instead we played in holes they made in the dirt and little nuts. And while all of this was happening Isaiah was preparing for church the next day by ironing his white shirt, and the iron was made out of tin, and you put charcoal inside the homemade iron to make it hot. And then we eat our usual meal of Nsima, with mbonye (fish the size of half a thumb with the eyes still there) and pumpkin leaves. This is the typical life of someone living in a village. No electricity, no refrigerator, no toys or tv. But you will find some of the most happiest people there.
I'm grateful to serve here in Africa. I've been so humbled by the different lives we live compared to others. But we are all so blessed cause all that really matters is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. After this life none of our worldly treasures will matter. We will just be happy to be with our families forever.
Another cute story about Africa.
Howard is a member of the church and doesn't speak much English and is somewhat less active. But this past Sunday he blessed the sacrament for the first time, gave a talk in sacrament meeting all in English, and then gave another talk for the baptism again all in English. His parents were so proud. We were talking to his father who is the only one in the family who speaks English well and he said he was so proud that he rewarded Howard with a chicken. He was allowed to kill it himself, cook it and eat it.