the Bronx of Iloilo

Monday, August 27, 2012

Molo, Iloilo City, Philippines

Many names in this blog are changed to protect privacy, and the editor's comments appear in italicized purple text.  

You may not be aware of this, but Molo is like the Bronx of Iloilo city.  It's crowded and loud, but we make it work.

Last week in district meeting, I taught about resolving concerns with prayer.  I don't know how it is in Argentina and Holland (Mom’s and Dad’s missions), but people here have a difficult time learning to pray.  Some people will pray like they aren't even talking to god.  They will use the word naton instead of namon.  Naton includes the person you are talking to, but namon doesn't.  So, when somebody says “amay naton sa langit" it means our father in heaven.  The our includes the person you're talking to.  They don't even understand that prayer is really communication with God.  Also, they pray to Mary, and think they can only pray in church, and they use a rosary or the recite memorized prayers.  It’s an uphill battle for prayer in the Philippines.

In district meeting, we practiced resolving concerns about prayer.  I had three more experienced missionaries role play like they were investigators, each with a different challenge with prayer.  We had everyone rotate stations, and afterward we evaluated how we had done.  Some people really got into their characters. I had Elder Galloway act like someone who was super fancy, but not sincere in his prayers.  He got way into it.  He might have bordered on sacrilegious, but we run into all these things a lot so it was appropriate

There are once again a ton of people in my district.  The replacements for the office are already here.  The district had 11 people last week, but this week it may have 15.  Elder Bednar is coming tomorrow, and I teach district meeting at the same chapel as the mission office.  So yeah, if that happens I'll tell you how that goes.  Pray for me.

On Tuesday, I went to Mandurriao and did some baptismal interviews.  Elders Light and Christianson are baptizing a family of eight.  The DL of Mandurriao interviewed four, and I interviewed the other four.  I was so cool.  This family was super prepared.  It was quite a spiritual experience interviewing these people.  I interviewed the father.  He gave up alcohol and some other things in order to be baptized.  It made me think “How can it be that I'm the one who interviews people for baptism?”  Anyways, they all passed.

We got our apartment checked Wednesday morning.  Having had some unpleasant experiences in the past, I was a little uneasy about getting checked.  I was ready to fight to the death to keep my UNO cards.  I didn't need to.  The Dyers, a senior couple from Guimaras, were super nice.  The only problem was our fridge.  We joked around a bit with them, too.  They asked us what kind of clean up stuff we used.  I told them muriatic acid.  They said that muriatic acid is a little too strong for most clean up jobs.  I told them we let it get so dirty that muriatic acid is the only thing that can do the job. 

On Wednesday night we got punted, so we went to visit one of our favorite members, Holy Grace.  We talked to her about the joys of serving a mission.  She said she wants to.  We went over Section 4 in D&C with her.  Elder Manwill had a good time.

After the lesson about missionary work with Holy Grace, we had something funny happen.  We were walking home and found a poor baby kitten in the middle of a busy road.  I hate cats, but we did what we needed to save it.  When Elder Manwill put it down, it cried.  Then it walked over to him.  It obviously had no momma.  We debated about what to do with it.  I said it was ok to bring it home until we can find a home for it.  Elder Manwill didn't want to break the rules in the least bit, so we decided to run back to Holy Grace's and ask her to take it.  She thought we were weird.  She didn't want to take it.  We had her hold it real quick and then we ran.  We laughed all the way home. 

She put the cat in an abandoned house by her place.  I guess there are a bunch of other cats there too.  She named the cat Wagwill. 

Our investigator Danielle is doing super well.  We reviewed the Ten Commandments with her.  We talked to her about not praying to statues and stuff.   She asked us "but what about Catholics?  I was raised Catholic."  I was about to explain how we have to change in order to follow God’s commandments, but she cut me off "I'm just kidding.  I'm going to be LDs on the 8^th."  Man, she's funny. 

On Friday I went on splits with Elder Light for the last time on my mission.  He's going home in October, and transferring this week. I enjoyed being with Elder Light, but it was one of the hardest days of my mission.  Man, we got so punted.  I had texted everyone the night before, so I had a pretty solid schedule.  If the day would have gone as planned it would have been excellent, but it didn't.  In fact, only one of our lessons actually pulled through!  It was insane.  We had to resort to tracting!  And we didn't just have the lesson fall through.  We had investigators drop us!  We had some sweet investigators, and they straight up dropped us!  I was bummed.  Three in total!  Man.  I was devastated that day – just so out of it.

At one point in the day I hopped on the wrong jeep!  My mind was in some other place.  We had one appointment at 6:00 that I was so stoked for!  It was another one with Danielle.  We had set it up to teach her at the church.  She asked to be taught at 7:00, so we changed it to then. Then the fellowshipper bailed on us.  We tried to find someone else, but all the people her age were at institute.  Then we get to the church and they were locking up because seminary ended early.  The only people there were from the other ward, so I couldn't borrow a key.  We texted her and cancelled with her.  At that point my mood turned sour.  We just walked off in the direction of backup plan #123.  

On the way we ran into Danielle.  She said it's ok to teach her wherever, so we decided to take her to Holy Grace’s.  (I had texted Holy Grace, but she hadn’t texted back).  We just showed up, and Holy Grace was cool with it.  Also, Maria was there.  She’s a super awesome investigator that recently got a job and has become difficult to get a hold of, so that was sweet.  We taught them all the law of chastity.  There were some local male young adult riff raffs that joined in too.  They caused some problems with their laughing and taunting questions about condoms and stuff like that.  Elder Light and I didn't get aggravated, but Holy Grace got a little embarrassed.  Danielle met every taunt of theirs with a quick witted reply.  Man, it was cool to watch.  Usually distractions like that suck, but this time it was good.  It was cool to see Maria and Danielle stand up for what we had taught them.

We ate at the Indian food place on Saturday.  We talked about Elder Manwill going senior, and me training again.  The food was good, and the conversation was great. 

Right now my district consist of Elders Manwill, Foshee, Vennard, Lado, Advencula, Nunez, Galloway, Loe, Domincel, Johnson, and me. 

Church was lame.  We kind of expected it because of how bad the week had gone.  I felt like I was serving a mission in Germany or something.  Danielle came, so that was sweet, but no one else did.  We had four less-active members that we thought were going to come!  If they had come, they would have now been counted as active.  Because they didn't come, we have to restart the count again. 

I'm fine.  I'm happy, but we did have a sucky week.  I'm sad to have a new missionary come right now when the area is like this.  I'm going to try get it back up and running as quickly as possible, though. 

Yesterday was nice though.  We had some appointments pull through, and got fed at the Katipunan's house.  I talked with the father about raising kids.  He taught his many kids how to use the potty.  I've taught my first kid how to speak Kinaray-a, and when my next one arrives, I'll teach him Ilonggo. 

We had departing missionaries come sleep at our house last night.  They are scared to go home.  They mostly just talked about working hard now because it ends real soon.

We went with a bunch of them to a member’s house here in Molo.  They fed us to within an inch of our lives.  I ate a lot because I could. 

A little bird told me (naghutik ang isa ka pispis sa akon) that I'm training another Polynesian.  It could be Elder Sefeti's cousin!  Really. 

Dako means big

Monday, August 20, 2012

Molo, Iloilo City, Philippines

Last week's P-day was nice.  We went to the Iloilo City museum.  I learned a lot.  There was some real cool stuff there.  I don't think I would have appreciated the place as much if I had recently arrived in the mission.  Now, being a seasoned, well-traveled guy, the stuff had more meaning for me.  I've been to most of the places it talks about.  There was one section about the island of Panay in WWII, another section on how the Ati lived before the Apanish took over, a part about Spanish Imperialism, and then a part about Chinese business.  It was pretty cool.  I like history and museums, and haven't been able to learn history or go to museums in years now.

Last week’s district meeting was on the role of the Holy Ghost in conversion.  I had thoroughly prepared.  The lesson went well, but not as well as I had hoped.  I sometimes feel like doing district meeting for the office elders is more of a hassle for them than a blessing.  They've got a billion things to do.  Plus, their weekly meeting with President, where they report on their jobs, is directly after district meeting so I'm doubt they are excited for it.  I try and make it interesting.  I brought candles and we passed the Holy Ghost to each other.  (Yes Dad, I got that from your Christmas story.)  We held candles during the closing song, which I was hoping was going to be reverent.  Some people just raised the candles and acted like they were at a concert.  I was a little frustrated.  It was still a good lesson, and I can't complain.  How many dozens of school teachers, Sunday School teachers, and seminary teachers have put in a ton of effort to teach me, and I just acted like it was game. Yeah, I've got no right to complain.

This week we had a relatively of recent convert work with us.  Most of my mission, we've just had a young man work with us for five hours, and whichever lessons he was there for were our lessons with a member present.  In the city, we can do it differently.  We have members meet us for one appointment at a specific time.  This week we had a lesson with an investigator named Danielle at the church at 6:30 pm.  Her peers were all at institute over in Jaro, so we were up the creek.  Elder Manwill suggested we ask Holy Grace to come.  She was thrilled to be invited.  She works a lot, takes care of her dad, and isn't heavily involved in church, but she has a great testimony and loves the church.  We ran over the lesson with her before Danielle came.  We taught the atonement, and gave Holy Grace the part about the garden of Gethsemane and spiritual death.  We practiced it a few times, and then during the lesson she nailed it.  The lesson was great, but I think the best part was having Holy Grace teach with us.  She says she wants to serve a mission.  She's 19. 

On Wednesday we met the San Padro barangay captain.  We volunteered to do a service project with his barangay.  Next week we are going to clean up trash from the bank of the river. 

Our landlord is Brother Dako.  "Dako" in ilonggo literally means big, and Bro Dako lives up to the name.  He enjoys the missionaries, and he'll always talk to us while we to laundry and stuff.  Whenever he sees us, he tries to have an hour long conversation with us.  He's a funny guy, but sometimes we've don't have the time to talk to him.  He really wants us to play majong with him, and even put a majong table in our house so we'd play with him.  We told him "if we had time."  So on Tuesday, Elder Manwill and I played "speed" together right after lunch.  He killed me, but I acted like I was killing him.  I was pretty loud, and the next thing I know, Brother Dako is calling us.  "Hey, are you playing cards right now?!  I'll be right over.”  Elder Manwill and I looked at each other.  We said "O.K., but only for a little bit."  So, there we are playing majong with our landlord when we are supposed to be doing personal study.  After about an hour, I told him that we have to stop now, and that we have stuff we have to do.  I had told him that we were going to have to end about 30 minutes earlier, but he just kept on pushing the game.  Majong is cool, but I'll wait until I'm home to get good at it. 

We joined choir this week.  Truly, we got drafted.  Usually I'd rather just work than do ward activities, but we felt like it was good way to build relationships with the ward.  Also, we sang "Come Thou Fount" which is one of my favorites.  We rehearsed Tuesday and Saturday night.  We needed the practice because we didn't have much talent.  On Sunday at Ward Conference it went well though. 

I went on splits with Elder Vennard this week.  We did some good work, and in the evening he taught me some music theory about passing chords.  I went on splits with Elder Vennard back when I was in San Juaquin and it was interesting to compare and see how far we’ve come since then.

Saturday I went on splits with Elder Galloway.  He'll be pretty busy soon because transfers are coming up, so I went ahead and got it out of the way.  While working with him, he had to take a few calls from President, and we had to run to the office twice.  We still did good work.  We got punted pretty hard, though.  Most of the big appointments fell through, so we only got to do our back up plans.  Also, we got a surprise call from the Mindoriao elders.  They couldn't do their baptism in their area because they had no water, so I helped then get it all set up for doing it in Molo.  The hardest part was running around trying to find a key in the heat of the day.  It took us an hour and half to locate a key and pick it up.  By the time we got to the church to open it up, we were sweating from head to toe.  The Ward mission leader of Mindoriao wasn't there yet, so we started cleaning out the baptismal font for them.  It was disgusting.  To repay us for our sacrifice, Elder Light brought us burgers.

Sunday after church we got punted like I've never been punted in my life.  We got punted 16 times!  We went to everyone in our area.  All of the members went to the 85th birthday celebration broadcast of President Monson, and all our investigators were at the new boardwalk that just opened up here in Iloilo.  We had nobody to teach.  Usually, if we get punted, we go and buy a soda.  Since it was Sunday, we couldn't even do that!  We eventually got a lesson at 7:30 with our recent convert Faye.  She is now enrolled in seminary!  So that's pretty sweet. 

Church was nice.  It was reverent.  The stake president is boss.  He gives some of the best talks ever.  He actually talked about reverence for his talk.  That's the same subject I talked about 6 weeks earlier.

We played soccer this morning.

Yesterday after church we got invited to a birthday party.  Maria, of one of our investigators, has a baby brother that turned one.  We were happy to go because we had not yet met her family.  We tried our best to make a good impression.  It was difficult, though, because there was a lot of drinking.  They fed us to within a inch of our lives.  People don't really know what to say to two white guys, so they just say "here, eat more."  We'd rather talk, but we didn't have a choice in the matter.  We left full. 

. . .died of dysentery

Monday, August 13, 2012

Molo, Iloilo City, Philippines

I have been suffering from a very upset stomach.  I would not be surprised to learn that I have something, but the jury is still out.  It's been killing me for a few days now.  If it lasts another day, I'll tell Sister Pagagduan, but I don't want to be diagnosed with liver failure, so I'm not going to tell Sister about it yet.  I think she'd do this:

1. Tell me to drink water

2. Tell me to take Pepto Bismol

3. Get me a doctor’s appointment

4. Tell me not to work for x amount of days

Then the #3 of that would say

1. Drink water

2. Take these 50 drugs for 5,000 pesos

3. Come back in three days

Then, three days later the doctor would say

1. You've got liver failure

2. Buy these drugs for 6,000 pesos

So instead of all that, I'll just drink water and take Pepto Bismol.

We had a good Family Home Evening last Monday.  We were super stoked about it.  It was with a really strong member family, and we had invited a ton of investigators and less-actives from their area.  When it came time to do it, we went to round up everyone, but no one was to be found.  Only one investigator attended, and she felt out of place.  That was a bummer.  We tried to make it as fun as possible so the lady would forget that she felt out of place.  We succeeded, I think.  We had a lot of fun.  Afterwards, when we ate the snacks and were just talking, the parents of the family were talking to only us and not to our investigator.  They were asking us about how we like Filipino girls and stuff like that.  It wasn't too fun. 

That investigator avoided us the last two times we went to their house. We don't know what is up.  

Zone meeting is now three hours long.  As a DL, I stand and give a report on how my district is doing.  I stood up front and said a few things, and then said "And now to show you the love I have for the district, I will now song a song . . ."  I was about to go sing "district I love you . . . district I do . . . father in heaven has sent me to you . . ." but Elder Light grabbed the mike from me and said “O.K., we'll stop you there.”  Afterwards he said he didn't want me to sing because President Pagaduan was there.  It was funny either way though. 

We went over the Sermon on the Mount with one of our investigators, Maria.  She has gotten through all the missionary lessons, so now we are teaching additional lessons.  We’ve expanded on things like forgiveness and charity.  Most people here know Jesus died on the cross, but that's about it.  They have no idea what Jesus' teachings really are.  They know he's "our savior" the same way I know George Washington is a founding father, but don't really know much about him.  I am really happy to do stuff like read Jesus' teaching with investigators.  I don't feel like we get to do that enough as missionaries. 

We gave out two more baptismal dates this week, one of which was to a gay kid.  He's not quite making some promised changes, but he is at least reading the scriptures and stuff.  He didn't show up for church yesterday. 

We also gave one to our investigator Noel.  He's doing really well.  He's reading and understands why he needs to get baptized and stuff.  In the last lesson we had with him, he gave a great closing prayer.  He asked for help to make his goal of October 6.  We set a ways off cause he'll have some Word of Wisdom stuff to take care of.

I fasted yesterday.  I don't know if that's a great thing to do when you're dealing with diarrhea, but I got through it okay.  Between fasting and diarrhea, I was pretty dead during church.  After church and lunch in Arevalo, I got super sick.  We only did one lesson yesterday because I was feeling so sick.  I'm doing better now, but this morning was pretty bad. 

In fact, during that one lesson we did yesterday, I felt super bad.  We decided to go out and get that lesson because it's not far from our house.  It's good that's all we tried because after the lesson we had to run back to the house.

I totally understand how people died from this stuff back in the day.  Dysentery.  We are being real upbeat about it though. 

We actually had a great week for work.  We have been doing great working with the ward and have their trust.  This is the most any ward has been involved in the work. We are asking a wide range of people to help us out. We are surprised a lot of older people are willing to join us for an appointment or two.

In Bugasong, we used to have a few people work with us and they'd usually work for 5 or 6 hours.  Here we have two or three people work with us for an hour and a half each. It takes a lot of planning, and it is really using up the load on our cell phone, but it seems to be more effective. We are also taking our investigators to members’ houses that live close by and teaching them there.  That way we're playing a home game opposed to an away game. 

Well that's about it. Go ahead and laugh about the dysentery. We are. The whole mission office has it too.  They just got theirs yesterday.  It's not from me because I didn't see anybody from the office until yesterday midday. 

Raining and Working

Monday, August 6, 2012

Molo, Iloilo City, Philippines

Have I ever mentioned that the key boards in these internet places are often horrible?

Last Monday, after a Ward Baptism service, we taught a lesson that went awesome.  We had about six ward missionaries with us, plus four elders.  We taught a referral named Danielle.  It was the third time teaching her.  I didn't teach too much, but conducted the lesson.  We covered the restoration, Book of Mormon, praying to know, and then went on to baptism.  It went kind of long, but the spirit was there strongest at the end, so it was O.K.  I actually tried to close it up after “praying to know,” but Elder Galloway stopped me and took it a different direction.  That direction led to a good baptismal commitment, so I was glad he stopped me.  It was one of the best lessons of my mission.

Before the baptism, I had a misunderstanding with a ward missionary.  The baptism was at 5:00 p.m. at the chapel, and we were there to be supportive.  While talking to Elder Galloway before the baptism, I motioned for a ward missionary to come and talk to me.  I put my arm around him and asked him if he could stay after the baptism to teach an investigator who would arrive at the church at 7:00.  He said he'd try and then walked away.  I called after him. "What do you mean try? It would take more effort to not be here."  I did not say this in a harsh way.  He stormed back to me and got in my face.  He was being so dramatic that I thought he was joking.  He said "What do want from me?  Who do you think you are?!  You need to respect me."  So I joked back, and told him he was cut when he was angry.  After I said that, he gave me the look of death and stormed off to the bathroom.  I then asked Elder Galloway "He's messing around, right?"  He said “I don't know, man."  I then realized he wasn't joking, and I went to him and apologized.  He went off on me and it was pretty tense.  I did manage to apologize, though.  I sat by him during the baptism, and then he stayed for the lesson.  I figured we were good and all was forgiven. 

Then the next day while at mang inasal, he walked by us and didn't say anything.  He flat out avoided us.  There was no way he didn't see us.  So, the following day we brought him and his family cookies. 

Tuesday was district meeting, and I taught about repentance.  I taught how to teach it to someone instead of just covering the points of the lesson.  I've noticed my entire mission that missionaries are afraid to really teach people in that lesson and to ask specific questions.  Instead they are vague.  It turned out to be a pretty good lesson. 

it's been raining. . .

It's been raining non-stop for about three weeks now.  I’ve grown tired of it.  I don't mind the rain because if it’s raining, it’s not as hot.  However, it floods, and we have standing water on the streets and stuff.  In the bukid, we couldn't cross rivers if it rained, but at least we could walk to appointments.  One night here, it was raining so hard that we literally could not walk down the street.  We hid under the roof of a nearby "chungie."  We stood there for maybe twenty minutes, and then the owners of the "chungie" invited us in.  Little did we know, but there was a birthday party going on inside.  We got fed dinner and cake!  We met a lot of people that maybe could be investigators.  The birthday was by candle light because the power was out.  It's been out a lot cause of the rain and wind. 

Wednesday I went on splits with Elder Nunez, the mission recorder.  He's a terrific missionary.  We got rained on super hard, but still worked super hard.  At one point his umbrella caught the wind wrong and got killed.  It turned inside out and snapped.  It stormed the worst I'd ever seen.  At one point we hid out behind a building.  We got invited in.  The building was some kind of water selling business but it closed.  We talked with the worker and taught her lesson 1.  It actually went really well. 

We have this sweet investigator named Mikel. He stopped Elder Manwill and Elder Christensen last week when he was on splits in my area.  He asked them for a Book of Mormon.  We went through lesson one with him and he really liked it.  We left him Alma 32 for the third lesson with him.  He read it, in English, and understood it all.  It was sweet.  We discussed with him, he guessed the point we were making, and then made it for us.  It was sweet.  He's also real good at English, so Elder Manwill loves him.  He came to church this week and got fellowshipped like a champ.  He even participated in Sunday School.  He had his eyes closed most of the time he was at church, but he was listening.  I guess he was trying to internalize everything or something.  Elder Manwill thought he was sleeping. 

We had an appointment set up for Wednesday night with Danielle, but it didn't happen because she came down with dengue.  On Friday night she texted us, saying she was well enough to be taught.  We met at a member’s house, quite a ways from her house, to have the lesson.  She looked pretty bad, and every five minutes had to get up to go to the bathroom for some reason.  She seemed pretty sick, but still insisted on being taught.  We were amazed at her determination.  I have not found so great determination in all of the Philippines.  Anyways, she's cool and we talked about the baptismal commitment.  We have another lesson with her later this evening. 

We are also teaching a group of teenage boys who are gay.  They need the gospel, and as long as they listen, we're going to teach them.  Another teenage boy who is a member and lives near them had told them the church’s stance on homosexuality.  That ended up being a good thing because it got that subject out in the open.  It would have been super awkward if we had to bring it up.  We ended up teaching the six of them about the law of chastity.  Some of them were super immature about it, but the main one of them was pretty mature about it.  The next lesson we had with them, we brought that same teenage member with us.  It was another good lesson, but still super uncomfortable.  While some of the teenagers are really listening, some other ones try and hit on us, which grosses me out. 

We had zone conference on Friday.  Elder Galloway gave a great training on the less active situation.  We've heard a lot of stuff about what to do in the rescue effort, but it's all been from a ton of different sources.  He gathered that all together and made it super clear.  He even had a ton of numbers and averages and ratios from the Iloilo mission to support what he was saying.  It was still dry, but it was very insightful. 

Also I played the guitar and sang "I'll go where you want me to go" with Elder Vennard.  I sang first verse alone, and he came in on the chorus in harmony.  We did the opposite for the second verse.  On the 3rd verse, I sang lead and he sang harmony.  The sisters were swooning.

I helped an old lady Friday night.  She was walking very slowly along the highway.  She was using a bamboo stick to help her walk, and she was walking baby turtle speed.  We took maybe 30 minutes to walk a football field or so.  She also had me help her cross the street about three times.  I was starting to get the feeling that she didn't know where she was going.  Finally somebody walked by who recognized her.  He grabbed the old lady from me, walked with her four times the speed I was, and led her maybe 60 yards back the way we had come.  I provided kind service, but it was not effective.

Correlation meeting was cancelled, but that was fine because that meant we got to teach Maria, who had come home late that night.  Elder Galloway and I did that while Elder Manwill stayed with Elder Loe and practiced Illongo with a member.  Elder Loe is very good though.  We had a great lesson with Maria about tithing.

Elder Manwill lost the keys to the apartment.  Our tag-iya, Brother Dako, wants to replace the lock to front door now.  That's going to be expensive.  It’s kind of frustrating because now if we want inside our house we have to ask him for the keys.  Last night, when it was raining really hard, he handed us the key on the end of a long fishing pole - so he wouldn't get wet.  It was pretty funny.  He then brought us over some warm Filipino soup called arroz caldo.  It was very nice of him.

Our Ward

Church was great. We had three investigators at church.  We've had more, but it was nice this time because our investigators got super fellowshipped.  We were so happy.  Besides one whacky lady, testimony meeting was great. 

Every Sunday after church we come to Arevalo and do Sunday lunch with the office elders.  It's way relaxing and the food is good too.  It reminds me of Sunday lunch back home.

our trio is back to two

Monday, July 30, 2012

Molo, Iloilo City, Philippines

So this was another week. 

We’re back to just two of us again.  Elder Foshee was called to serve as the mission financial secretary.  Elder Foshee was not happy at all because he apparently sucks at math.  Elder Manwill and I get along great, so it's cool, but we both miss Elder Foshee.  So now it’s only the two of us, and that's weird because it's one of the biggest apartments in the mission.

This happened last Monday.  All day, President was trying to call us, but every time he called we were shopping or something.  Then when we called him, he was busy.  It wasn't until the evening that we finally got to talk to president.  He wanted to talk to Elder Foshee alone.  We were worried that Elder Foshee was getting sent home for a medical release because of his back.  So this news isn't quite that bad, but is still sad.  I felt like I'd been transferred to Sibunag all over again.  In three weeks, Elder Foshee had become like a lifelong friend.  I am sad to see him go, but if God needs him to count money and sit in a chair all day, I guess that's what he's got to do.

He had to pack right away.  A previous missionary here had, for a prank, changed the lock code on Elder Foshee’s suitcase.  There are 999 options for that.  I got to number 304 when it unlocked. 

District Meetings lesson was on the Doctrine of Christ.  Any lesson that you’ve heard over and over can get kind of lame, and we review that one a lot.  That’s even more the case in our district because most of the missionaries have been serving for a long time.  So, we put it into a different light.  We talked about what has to happen between the baptismal commitment and yes.  We practiced explaining what someone has to do to prepare for baptism.  It turned out to be pretty a nice district meeting. 

I think I've gotten the hang of things here.  Monday-Friday the elders in this district are too busy with mission business and sick missionaries to get stuff done in their area.  Then Saturday and Sunday they are so busy with sick missionaries that they only get a little work done. 

I had a baptismal interview in Arevalo.  The lady I interviewed was prepared, but had a problem with the Sabbath day.  Before I went into the interview Elder Nunez told me quickly that she had a problem in that she needs to work on the Sabbath to support a family.  He said they had already talked to the bishop of their ward about it.  The bishop said to go ahead and baptize her and the ward would help her to keep that commandment.  I went ahead and did the interview and of course it came up.  I didn't feel comfortable passing her like that, so I took the interview in a new direction.  I taught her about the Sabbath day and faith.  She committed to it, so I passed her.  She was super solid otherwise.  She got baptized last Saturday and the elders have promised to follow up on her commitment.  

I did splits with ZL Elder Light last Wednesday.  We did some good work.  We have both come pretty far since the MTC.  He is on this trip about not teaching anything other the extreme simplest doctrine.  We actually clashed a little bit in teaching, but got along great.  For instance I explained that the Book of Mormon was from the Americas and the Bible was from the Middle East.  I guess elder light thought that was unnecessary extra input.  On the other hand everyone remembers everything elder light says because he teaches the bare minimum. Like instead of saying what I said he'd just say "the Book of Mormon is not the Bible."  He seemed to want to teach a certain way.

Besides that, we got along great.  We talked about the good old times back on Guimaras and up in Aklan.  Man, he helped me through my time with some difficult people, and we both laughed about how some people were. We told some stories about things that happened between then and now too.  It was great to catch up with him.  He jokes around more than any other elder I know.  We talked about how crazy fast the mission is.  He tried to convince me to move to Montana and become a doctor.  We taught five lessons together, and even managed to get some Japanese food for lunch.  His area has the nice part of the city.  We taught well-to-do people.  It was crazy.  My area is the slums, but I actually prefer that.  Although in my area, you don't get fed as much as they do. 

One day this week we taught a less active man.  He's kind of old and had a stroke a while back.  He was the epitome of grumpy.  We offered to take him to church.  We would need to physically have to carry him up stairs and stuff.  He not only declined but added in a few words of his own.  He blamed his stroke on the missionaries in the past.  He said we are only faking our care for him, and if we arrived at the church we'd quickly ditch him, and that God understands his situation and doesn't expect him to go to church.  We tried to explain that yes, God understands, but he would be happy if you accepted our offer to come.  He was super grumpy, and we left his house having seen no success.

Our investigator Maria is doing great.  We enjoy teaching her the most.  We talked about following the prophet, praying always, and obedience this week.  Elder Bednar is coming in August to speak to all the single adults (and so a mission conference!!! YES!!! WAHHOOOOO!!) so we invited her to that.  She is stoked to go.  She didn't go to church because it was her little brother's first birthday and she had to stay and help out.  I don't know how great an excuse that is, but whatever.  American humor and Filipino humor are very different.  In America, this would just be stupid, but not here: We played around at the start of the lesson.  We started off it off by asking her why we had cried and cried earlier in the day.  We even pretended to cry.  They were dying of laughter.  After that, the lesson was great. 

I told you last week about our awesome referral.  We only got to meet with her once this week, but we had four ward missionaries there for it!  It was the coolest lesson ever.  Elder Manwill and I just conducted the lesson, and hardly taught.  It was sick.  We taught prophets through the start of the restoration, and left her with a cliff hanger and an assignment.  We gave her a Book of Mormon the first time we met with her, and apparently she brought it to school with her.  Cool.

It was a very rainy week - very rainy.  You can't use an umbrella here. It's too crowded.  We just get soaked. 

Saturday morning we cleaned the font.  It was disgusting.  Elder Manwill did most the work, and I was his "step and fetch it."  Elder Foshee, Loe and Vennard were there too.  We ended up getting it pretty clean.  One of Elder Foshee's folks got baptized and so did ours - Faye.  Most people showed up late, or didn't show up at all because of the rain.  (Remember pasmo.)  The baptism was good because she got baptized, but we were pretty disappointed with the ward.  No one from our bishopric showed up, and the members that did show up chatted through it.  One girl even answered her phone during one of the speakers.  I was quite upset, but of course didn't get on anybody about it.  Later that night we ran into the bishop, and he seemed quite embarrassed that no one had come. 

In church today, they nearly forgot to confirm her!  They were about to do the Sacrament when I got the attention of the bishop and did a hand signal for confirmation.  He tugged on the shirt of the 1st counselor and whispered in his ear. The 1st counselor said, in English "Oh that's right we have a confirmation . . . the confirmation of . . . of . . . of . . . Who again got baptized yesterday?"  I was feeling frustrated.  No wonder people here go inactive!  It wasn’t a good welcome to the ward.  We visited Faye and her aunt later in the day to do damage control.  I might ask to bishop to go over there and smooth things over. 

So that was the week.  We did a lot of finding because we have a lot of free time now.  We have found a few pretty promising people, so we'll see what happens.

this week took the cake and ate it, too

Monday, July 23, 2012

Molo, Iloilo City, Philippines

(Most names in this blog have been changed to protect privacy.)

This week was the quickest, most disappointing, hardest, craziest, most frustrating, most fun and adventurous week ever.  What a wild ride.  It's going to take a long time to type this, so I’ll just get started.

Happy Birthday, Leah!  Have a good one.  I guess you’re an adult now?  Is that right?  I bought you a present this week, but you'll have to wait until November. 

Remember how Elder Foshee got a companion?  Well, yeah, that was a quick trip.  He was fun to have around, and we liked him.  He thought we were crazy, and we are, but at least we are hard working.  It was kind of weird for him to be put into our apartment all the sudden.  The three of us get along really well, and do things like tackle each other and throw stuff at each other for fun.  He felt a little out of place at first, but we did our best to make him feel at home.  He was sick most of the time he was here, so last week and the first part of this week he and Elder Foshee got almost no work done.  Elder Ballad had to eat like 13 bananas a day for some sickness he had.  Tuesday, President did some interviews, and I guess Elder Ballad is going to go home to get better and give it a try again in a few months.  It's a medical release.  So, we are back to a threesome again.  Elder Ballad really liked Elder Foshee.

Monday night our Tag-iya (house owner) pranked us.  He had let Elder Manwill in on it, so we all knew it was coming when it happened.  We would not have gone along with it if we didn't know it was coming.  He invited us over to do some voodoo stuff.  He turned off the lights and lit a candle and we sat around a table and he had us pass around these plates.  Then we had to put our hands on our face and think about a question we wanted answered.  When he turned on the light, we all had black soot on our face from the plates.  He laughed and laughed and laughed.  We laughed too, but partially faked because we knew about it.  Elder Ballad didn't know what to think.  We added more and more black soot until we covered our entire faces with it.  I'll send a picture if I can find one.

I taught district meeting again.  It was on how to begin teaching.  I brought the guitar again for the hymns.  Most of the people in my district are office elders, and are maybe the most stressed elders in the mission.  We feel the spirit, but we have fun.  About halfway through the lesson, I showed them how not to do "how to begin teaching."  Elder Foshee pretended like a golden investigator and I acted like an unconfident bible study teacher.  It turned out pretty funny.  Later we practiced for real. 

After district meeting while I did interviews with the district, Elders Foshee and Ballad did interviews with president.  When I finished the interviews, I went over to them in the other room and found out Elder Ballad is going home.  We went out to eat.  We went to an Indian hole in the wall restaurant.  It may have been the best food I ever tasted.  We ate a lot and had a good time.  We are meeting Elders Galloway and Loe there in a while.  The food gave us some unusual bowel movements, but it was still very worth it.  The cook turned out to be a member from Oton.  I recognized her face.  It turns out I went with Elder Eror to Oton when he did her baptismal interview. 

On Wednesday we had interviews with President.  He thanked me for extending and said some other very nice things.  He said I was reliable and stuff.  He's never gotten so genuine with me before, but this time was different. 

On Thursday we went to the mission office yet again to do studies with some elders there.  With the office elders’ schedule, it's impossible to do regular splits with them.  So what I did was do studies with them in the morning, then after 4:00 do splits with them until 9:00.  While there at the mission office, we drew a picture in crayon of two missionaries on Boracay.  We then typed up a letter to president.  The letter went something like this:

"Dear President, We are sorry that we have to show you this.  We have learned that two missionaries went to Boracay last week.  Enclosed in the envelope is the proof.  The picture was taken by a member of our ward and he showed it to us.  You will probably recognize these two elders.  Sorry we had to show you this."

We put that letter in an envelope, and then put the crayon drawing in a smaller envelope and enclosed it with the letter.  We put the letter on his desk and left. 

I worked with Elder Advancula in his area.  It went well.  Elder Vennard worked with Elders Foshee and Manwill.

Friday night we taught a group of girls the law of chastity.  It was Maria, her member friend Holy Grace, and four of their friends.  We blew their mind.  It must have seemed crazy to hear a message like that from three good looking guys.  The culture here is not in line with the law of chastity.  Those girls are all ages 18-21, and have grown up in the harsh environment.  I love doing this work.  So many people here grow up in the slums, and don't have much going for them.  They then settle for what they can get.  I feel like as missionaries we are showing them a better way to live.  That lesson was fun, and we talked about it for quite a while afterwards.

On Tuesday night I sat at the end of Elder Foshee’s bed and sang him a forty minutes song.  I sang from about 10:15 until 10:55.  It was a song about everything I could remember that happened that day.  He was laughing, but said in the morning he really just wanted to kill me. 

I did an interview with someone in Elder Foshee’s area which is actually my own area too.  I called the AP's and asked them who should do it.  Since I had only taught the guy twice they said I should go ahead and do it.  He passed his interview.  His name is Bernardo. 

One member wanted us to teach her husband, who came home from Saudi Arabia this week.  He'll be here for about a month.  He apparently had been taught by missionaries in the past, but didn't like it because they asked too many questions.  She warned us that we needed not to ask him too many question or he'd get uncomfortable.  She wanted us to teach about Eternal Families and the Temple, which is her goal for them.  Man it was hard lesson.  We do half our teachings through asking questions.  It was so hard not to ask questions.  He came to church this week.  We honestly don't know what to do with him.  We don't know him that well.  Maybe we'll ask his wife questions.

We found out Maria has a word of wisdom problem.  We had to push back her baptismal date a month.  She quit her problem, though.  Just straight up quit.  How cool is that?  In fact, she missed church on Sunday because she was having a terrible headache.  It was the effect of withdrawals.  She’s awesome.  We gave her blessing that she can resist it and she has.  We taught the Word of Wisdom, and then knew what she had to do.  It's way cool.  She knows that the church is true so she accepts whatever we teach hands down.  It's ok because we only teach the truth.

We cleaned the apartment on Friday morning.  If you can get in touch with the parents of Elder Gunnel and Elder Chandler, please tell them to give their sons spankings.  We had do dispose of so much junk they left.  We also had to clean up all the banana peels that elder Ballad had left around.

We woke up on Saturday morning with a text from president.  He wanted to meet with us in his office at 9:00 a.m.  We went, and he invited Elder Foshee in first.  We figured it was about the letter we left him, but then Elder Foshee was in there for a long time!  We were starting to wonder if Elder Foshee was in trouble.  Then he called us in.  President started interrogating us, asking things like "Whose idea was this?"  "Did you give you consent?"  "Did you think it was going to be funny?"  "Do you think I don't already have enough stress as mission president?"  “What was the purpose of this?"  He really dug into us. Then he said he was just joking, and wanted to scare us the way we scared him.  He joked around with us.  He called us terrible artists and stuff like that.  He then talked to us about the area.  We are in a pretty rough situation.  He wanted to know if we had any solutions, and how we were handling it.  

He then joked us with us some more.  Last week he saw us working with three sisters.  We aren't supposed to walk around with sisters unless there are three of them, and I knew the rule.  He said that we broke the rule last week when he saw us.  I told him that we hadn't.  He said they weren't three, and I said there were.  He said no, there were only two and a half.  We just about died laughing - one of the girls working with us was a midget. 

We got a sweet referral this week.  We had it all set up to teach her at the church with the guy who gave the referral.  No one had a key to the church, so we ended up teaching on the church grounds.  There are four benches surrounding a tree.  You can't see the people sitting across from you because of the tree, so it was a little awkward at times.  It still went well, though.  The referral’s name is Nikki, she's a girl.  She decided from reading that bible that catholic church has incorrect practices.  She doesn't like some things about other religions and is searching for the truth.  She’s sweet, but she brought her friend, Katrina, too.  Katrina was all dressed up for meeting us.  She just checked us out during the entire lesson.  She asked questions such as "Do you have a Facebook?"  "Do you have girlfriends?"  She called me cute, so yeah, not so fun.  So Nikki is a great new investigator, but the lesson was super awkward.

We had correlation Saturday night.  All the ward missionaries were there, and they talked through the whole thing.  They didn't even listen when we talked about how the work is going.  Literally nothing good came out of it.  When it ended, they left the room within five seconds of Amen.  We five missionaries (Elder Galloway, Loe, Manwill, Foshee, and myself) were left sitting there in a daze.  We talked and decided to get the "we miss you letters" up and running on our own. 

The next day we had Wilma (the unofficial bishop of our ward) go around and get people to sign the card.  Then the bishop had the ward go outside after church to be photographed.  I was the photographer.  There were so many people that I couldn't get them in the photo.  I had to go on the other side of the fence.  Even then I couldn't get everyone.  A jeep was parked the street, waiting to pick up all of the members.  So, I ran off and stood on top of it to take the picture.  I had him start backing up while I was standing on it so I could get a better shot.  Some members freaked out about that.  The picture turned out well.

Apparently in Elder Foshee's correlation meeting, he brought up doing that in his ward.  He discussed how to do it.  Some lady in the meeting talked about how crazy I am.  I guess city folk aren't used to people being on top of jeeps.  He told them that it was ok, and that I was a cowboy back home.  Then all the people there were just like "Okay, that makes sense, okay, that's fine."  Once he said that I was a cowboy, they just flat out accepted it. 

We will have a baptism this Saturday, which is Elder Manwill's first.  He will baptize Faye, the 14-year-old niece of an active member.  She is super-prepared.  We've been teaching her every day for this last week, prepping her.  She's super smart.

The ward missionaries were frustrating this week.  Every time we had someone set up to work with us, they cancelled.  Every single time this week!  We didn't have one of them work with us all week.  That was why this week was so frustrating. When someone does not call nor show up, it wastes our time waiting for them, and then we have to figure how to do both days’ plans in one.  We were a threesome for most of the week, and that kind of hurt the work.  We still got the important stuff done.  We're doing pretty well despite the situation.