Kind of a shorty this week. We had a hard time meeting with people and getting stuff done this past week, so hopefully we can plan a little bit better this next week and meet with our people a little bit more.
Then Sata had us over for authentic African food on Sunday, which was so sweet! She's like our African grandma and we barely know her. We had this chicken and cabbage stew stuff and this other green leafy sauce that I can't remember the name of. It was pretty potent and had a lot of mystery textures (I for sure ate one crawdad tail and I don't really care to know what the other crunchies were). It was super good, though, for reals. Sata makes amazing rice.
We had a really fun p-day at a member's house! We played pool (which I'm pretty bad at, but luckily my teammate was much better) and ultimate spoons. If you haven't played the latter, just know that it involves a bunch of missionaries running down the hall to hunt for spoons that have been hidden too well by their district leader. (It's also really, really fun.)
June is a nice Lutheran lady that we've been teaching lately. She was much more excited to see us the second time we came back than she had been the first. We got her a large-print Book of Mormon so she can read it without getting a headache, and she said that she'd do the study activities in the back of the Plan of Salvation pamphlet before we came back. She really loves having someone to talk to, especially about the Bible. Hopefully she's learned something new and we'll be able to help her understand why the Book of Mormon is so important!
We met our cashier at Walmart (don't know what it is with us an cashiers - Sister Harris is just too charming with the small talk, I guess) and she was so excited that we're Christian missionaries. Her name is Sata and she's from Liberia. She invited us to her Bible study in Moorhead, and that was the weirdest thing I've ever gone to. Sata's baptist, but she and her husband are living with a Pentacostal pastor's family, so they go to his church. There were about fifteen people there, and I'm pretty sure every one of them was a refugee. When we came in they were all singing and there was a tambourine and I've never felt so white and Mormon in my life. They were really nice to us, though. Had us introduce ourselves and everyone was telling us that they were glad we came. It was interesting to listen to someone preach about basically whatever they felt like instead of sticking to the basic points of the gospel, like we do in our sacrament meeting. And when they prayed they all just kind of yelled on top of each other. Definitely the loudest service I've been to before.
Then Sata had us over for authentic African food on Sunday, which was so sweet! She's like our African grandma and we barely know her. We had this chicken and cabbage stew stuff and this other green leafy sauce that I can't remember the name of. It was pretty potent and had a lot of mystery textures (I for sure ate one crawdad tail and I don't really care to know what the other crunchies were). It was super good, though, for reals. Sata makes amazing rice.
We tried to teach her and her husband but we didn't make that much progress. They don't quite get that we're here to teach people the gospel and help them get baptized, but we'll get there. They have a Book of Mormon, at least, and Sata gave us leftovers, so we'll have to go back to return her bowl :)
In other news, I recently acquired a pair of rollerblades, so there may be some wheely adventures coming to West Fargo in the near future.
Thanks for your support! You're all lovely and I hope you have a great week!
