The Work is Progressing!

Hey there everyone! To start things off, I absolutely cannot go without saying first and foremost that countless prayers have been answered. The work here in our area is booming. This past week, we put 7 people on baptismal date, and just yesterday we had 15 investigators come to church. It was an enormous answer not only to my own prayers, but hopefully to all of yours as well! Out of the 4 months that I have been working here, we never really had more than 1 or 2 come during the first few months. But, I didn't consider giving up as an option. We kept on going to inactive's houses. We kept asking for referrals. We had faith in our investigators. Little by Little, I saw the fruits of our labor. More and more people started coming to church, more people wanted to learn, more and more people were becoming serious, and more people became happier in the long run (including me). A place that we proselyte in is called Anjanamaitso (Land of the Green Children). It is mainly composed of brick houses, trees, snakes, and people. The houses aren't just made out of any type of brick...they're made out of clay bricks, and if you know anything about clay bricks, they break like crazy. You could punch a hole in the brick wall. In this place, we are teaching a woman named Angeline, a single mother who makes bread and warm milk as her job. She lives a very humble life. The first time we met her, she shouted to us from a ways away that she wanted to learn the gospel. We started teaching her, and I was sort of skeptical about her. But sure enough, a few weeks later, she came to church. And yesterday, she didn't just bring her little son; She brought her entire family of sisters and cousins. I was deeply impressed with her and how much she had sacrificed to come to church. I am so grateful for the chance that I have had to share the gospel with her! Another really cool thing that happened a while back was when my old companion Elder Stepan and I went to go teach some older investigators, when we found a little friend they had. His name is Jimmie, and He's from another part of Africa. He doesn't speak Malagasy, but He speaks french, arabic, and a couple others. Of course, it was so nice to be able to use french with him after 3 years of french class in junior high and high school. To this day, I enjoy sharing the gospel for him and speaking with him in Arabic and french! Thank you all for your prayers and thoughts you send every day! Love, Elder Johnson I'm also really sorry but no pictures this week...the computers here in Madagascar aren't very fast ReplyReply allForward