Salama è!
My thanks to the lord for the great opportunity that I have to write again for all of you the things that have happened this last week here in this part of the world. I am truly grateful for the prayers that all of you have been sending on my behalf and many many others. I promise to all of you that I have undoubtedly felt the impact of those prayers in my life. The lord has heard all of them and because of that, you will be blessed.
I am pleased to announce that this week we had 2 baptisms done in the Tanambao brach. Fr. Johnson, the first one, is a 10 year old Antanosy kid who is very sharp and very bright in his knowledge of the gospel. I had the great privelege of baptising him. The other baptism was a 68 year old lady, Sr. Odette, who I also had the great privelege to baptise. We had to construct the font using large metal peices that go together. At the end of the construction, the baptismal font looked more like a jacuzi than a baptismal font. The hardest part, however, was water. We had no other way to get water other than to get a long plastic hose and use it as a cathader from the sacrament-water faucet in the sacrament room all the way to the yard in front of the church building. It was a long process that involved a lot of scotch tape, but we were able to fill the font and baptise those that were baptised. I guess you could say, after all, that they were baptised in sacrament water.
This past Saturday, I had an experience similar to that of Nephi in the scriptures. We were at an investigators home when I had the impression to go and visit one last investigator. It was the end of the day and it was starting to rain. I didn't exactly know why we needed to go there, but I told my companion that we should go there and so we did. It was a long walk, around 1 kilometer. When we got there, I saw a man sitting in the house who looked like he was about to leave, but as we talked to him he sat back down in his seat. We talked more and more to him, and I had no clue what to say other than what the spirit told me to say. At certain times the spirit would tell me to talk about his family or his work. And then he asked us what we were doing there, and after a short lesson on perseverance were able to set up another time to meet up and talk about the gospel We are visiting him today after I am done talking with my family and complying to a little promise I made, I made some brownies for the appointment as well. I hope he likes them!
I count it a miracle that we met that man (his name is Fr. Bruno). I am so grateful that the lord is rewarding us with people to teach. It is hard to describe the feelings of sadness that I got when the announcement was made that our branch would be changing. but, from then on, I vowed to myself and to heavenly father that I would only work harder and harder to help the people know their savior better as a token of my appreciation that I have received from the lord's hand. Brothers and sisters, nothing that is done by god on ANY subject is short of a miracle. He IS a god of miracles.
I hope that you all had a good week and that this coming week (for those of you who are starting school again) can go smoothly.
Take care,
Elder Johnson
Elder Johnson says that the sand is incredibly soft. The missionaries love to come to the beach and play soccer, Elder Johnson likes to play the position of goal keeper in honor of his sister:)
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