(Also, due to rules I can't use full names and have to use abbreviations and such. Just FYI.)
Ah, one more month down. Que coisa boa, nah?
I imagine that the weather for us is about the same as it
is for you right now. It is probably in the 70s this morning with a cool breeze
blowing through the mountains of Farroupilha. I do believe that my scorching
Brazilian summer days are officially over, and I will never have to go through
another one. So that is a happy thought.
This week Elder F. enjoyed performing his first
baptism in Portuguese when he baptized Fran. It was a cool experience, and
later that night Elder F. said, “Thanks, man, for letting me do that.” We
weren’t able to get Brother D. in the water this week (he wimped out last second),
but we will try for next week. But Fran is certainly one of the elect of
God. I think that I already told you guys some of her story, but I would like
to retell it. We found her the Saturday before last at 8:00 p.m., and she
accepted to go to church. She went to church Sunday, and we gave her a Book of
Mormon that night. When we came back on Tuesday, she had already read 1 Nephi,
and then, on Wednesday, she stopped drinking coffee (before we had even taught
her the Word of Wisdom), because she read on the Internet that we don’t drink
it. We taught her everything else, she was interviewed after church on Sunday,
and then she was baptized that night. It was pretty sweet and especially cool
for me because it was the first time that I have ever baptized someone by knocking
doors. God really does prepare people; we just have to work hard enough to find
them.
Fran’s father passed away a couple of weeks ago, and
it was actually our talk about the plan of salvation and eternal families that
sparked her interest. Her mother is pretty hardcore Catholic, but she listens
in on our discussions every time anyway. She even made us cake the other day (I
think she likes us). We are still working with Brother D., but we are going to try
and baptize him this next week. We will see.
So last week Elder F. and I teamed up with the zone leaders
and went to a vine factory tour. We enjoyed drinking free grape juice and talking
with the tour guide in English (she was practicing hers). Whether it was our English
or just our plain awesomeness, I don’t know, but either way she kept giving us
more free grape juice. Each one of us drank about a liter.
That is about it for this week. That is another one down,
and they just keep speeding up as I get “closer to my home.” Speaking of, do
you know if Grand Funk or Jackson Browne are going to be coming to town this
fall? It is almost time to buy the tickets. Nerk. I can feel the bass in the
stands under my feet now. Que trunkesa. (That paragraph was for my dad.)
I love you all and hope that you enjoy the spring because
my fall is just starting. I just hope I’m not here during the winter because it
will be cold. I was thinking about this the other day, and I realized that most
likely I only have two areas left as a missionary. I’ll probably stay here for
one more transfer, and then I’ve got four transfers left, aka, two areas left
to conquer. Weird.
It’s strange when you start to get closer to your home. I’ll
try not to think about it too much, though. I’ve got to stay focused because I’ve
got people to baptize.
Com amor,
Elder Morris
(Elder F.'s mom shared a picture to the LDS Missionaries facebook page and has over 7000 likes, Mike thought that was pretty cool. Here is what my mom said about the picture, “Despite
the uncertainty in the fog ahead, the missionaries are not walking, but
running, to their duty.”)
(No, I don't know what he's eating.)
(Elder Morris and his comp. went on an adventure in the jungle and found this waterfall.)
(There was a big festival type thing, and the Elders got to watch the parade from a members apartment.)
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