Well, my saturday live ukulele performance was moved back to Sunday, with the hopes that Erick, Jhady's brother, could receive the priesthood at church and then baptize his sister later that day. SO we prepared Erick, taught him the prayer, how to baptize, and explained the blueprints of trajectories and the water-solid physics transitions necessary for a perfect immersion in exactly 3.2 feet of water. They agreed.
I will never forget how it happened. 3:56 PM, 4 minutes away from starting our baptismal program when Jhady's and her family arrive. They quickly walked towards me and the mom said "Oh, I have some bad news for you". Casually thinking that it was a joke, I responded with a smile. My smile quickly faded as she told me they hadn't gotten any white clothing for Erick. (Side note: WHY WOULDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE THE BAPTISM?) Stress levels were high, tears were shed, and I had to kill my companion. Nah, we just ran around until we found a jumpsuit that only fit my companion. I felt bad, but I gave the responsibility of baptizing to Elder Eastmond! He was a boss and memorized the baptismal prayer in spanish in less than 5 minutes. I also, due to the insane amount of stress from my almost-wrecked baptism, screwed up on my live performance. What garbage, right? It's fine, at least she got baptized, right??!!
I'm almost positive I ate lunch today with a narco. (look up that word if you don't know what it means)
We were walking towards our house to eat on a beautiful Friday. The air was grey and contaminated, my feet hurt and someone had just insulted me in Spanish because I'm white. A black, very nice SUV pulled up next to me. "....... my car?" he asked. I didn't understand what he said in the beginning, so I said yes, and he sped around the corner I'm not kidding he was going like 45 miles an hour. He parked at a taco shop and got out, inviting us to lunch. I raised my suspiciones when he wasn't a member. He talked about the Elders from Santo Domingo, who I know personally because I was their District Leader 2 transfers ago. The missionaries he said don't exist in this mission. Hmm, right? He was very kind, made fun of us a little in the beginning and offered us whatever we wanted. Thinking ahead, I was humble and only got 2 tongue tacos. When he asked for the check he pulled out a wad of cash so freaking big that I think my jaw dropped in front of him. I've never seen so much money in one place (and mind you, this was in pesos, not dollars). He said thank you, got in his car and left. he was totally a narco.
My stomach has been destroyed this week cause I bought some mini donuts and holy cow they wrecked me so hard. I've spent more time in the bathroom than I have with my companion, and we are together 24/7. So that means a lot.
Fani doesn't want to be baptized, Edith and Cristopher are breeding annoying and don't come to church. We are holding out for Ana and Elias. I think they will be baptized in April. We will see.
Last week I dreamed a dog got into our house at midnight, so I got up to let him out and then walked all the way to the end of our cul-de-sac and opened the gate for him to get out when I woke up and realized I was really far away from my companion, still asleep, and it was 12:30AM. Cool stuff, right? It's super believable that a dog would just let himself into our house at night, right???
This week at church I destroyed my ward cause they told me they wanted me to speak, the night before at 10pm. So I pulled out my scriptures and gave em a doozy. James 4:17 was the opening line. That scripture is also my spiritual thought for this week. Don't sin.
The work is going strong, and my companion is a great missionary. Jesus Christ lives, and he loves us.
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1. Baptism
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