It was really great to talk to the fam yesterday, I super
glad that you’re all doing well, and that mom had a great mother’s day. Mother’s
days are the best. Well, moms are the best. Right? But its way better to talk
face to face, than in a bunch of emails. Even though we got to talk, I didn’t
really get to all my great stories from last week.
Our area is really great here because there’s a ton of
people to teach, and so we have been pretty busy with lessons. A lot of the
people actually read the scriptures, so it’s been the first in my mission where
I’ve used the bible alongside of the Book of Mormon to teach. Normally when I ask
people if they read the bible they respond with, "Oh, uh, you mean the
word of god?" Yes. “Yeah, I listen to my prophet at church, so I get it."
Oh, ok. And then we learn that they don’t really get it. So teaching people who
know a bit of the scriptures is fun.
We are teaching this totally white family that do not fit in
with their neighborhood, but are totally cool. The first house I’ve been to
that has a microwave. That’s neat. But they’ve got a crazy mix of religions. There’s
the parents and two of their kids that live in their house and each believe in
something different. We teach them all at the same time, but they all have
their own idea on religion, god, or no god. The son is totally atheist, but
believes Satan is real, but respects Satan’s space, no witchcraft or anything. And
the mom is die hard Adventist. All she wants to talk about are Saturdays,
"the holy day". The mom is always giving some kind of passive aggressive
talk to her son because his belief doesn’t really make any sense. Anyways, they’re
fun and give us doughnuts all the time. But don’t really progress as
investigators of the church.
So if you don’t really know, there are people who are always
juggling in the middle of the street at stop lights. So while people are waiting,
they can get a good show. And sometimes these jugglers get money. Anyways, we
are walking down the street and one of these juggler fellas yells for us,
"EY JESUS PREACHERS COME OVER HERE." Well I guess I’m the Jesus
preacher. And so we go over and he wants us to say a prayer to his friend who
is sitting on a bench in a close by park. So we go, and it turns out his friend
is a 70 year old man that fell of his bike while he was drinking with the
juggler, and broke his ribs, two hours earlier. "Well,did you call an
ambulance?" I said. He says, "Yeah. But the police don’t really
listen to me." Alright. So we gave this guy a blessing and called for an
ambulance. And this old man is in a lot of pain, so he’s all in my face saying,
"OH DADDY. OH DADDY. OH DADDY." And then whispers into my ear "I
hit life... NOW LIFE’S HITTIN ME PAPPI." Anyways, he’s alright, but they
left us with their bikes, so we had bikes for an entire day until we had to
give them back.
Another bike story. I was on divisions with my good ole pal Elder
Andrew right. And they have bikes to get around town. And so we stop at this
house just to knock on the door for like 2 min. and seriously some kind of
phantom robbed Elder Andrew’s helmet, out of nowhere, without a trace. I was impressed.
Anyways, disappointed as we were, we were still able to find the culprit. Who
actually was just a 12 year old id from two blocks down the street. I saw it
and said, “Hey, I think that’s the helmet.” Right as that happened, the kid
sees us and drops the helmet behind his feet as if we couldn’t see it. Elder Andrew
goes up and asks, “Hey, I think that’s my helmet." And this kids face was
totally awesome. And not knowing really what to say, he says, "Uh wait, no
way. This is your helmet?" “Uh yeah. Can I have it back?” "Sure man."
Then he just ran off. Apparently the helmet business is good lately, and kids
just steal bike helmets all the time and try sell them, because kids are always
asking the missionaries, "Hey you want to buy this helmet?" They know
that the missionaries are the only ones that wear helmets.
South Americans are total fanatics for the Simpsons. It’s on
in every house. But what I think is the
most asked question I get from people… "Is Springfield a real place?”
Springfield is where the Simpsons live, and I just tell them yes, because it
makes everyone happy. And happy people are great.
I love you guys, and I am thankful that I could talk to you
yesterday.
Elder Greene
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