Monday, September 10, 2012

Letters 09/10/12

Elder D.

This week, like many before it, has gone by unusually fast. As the transfer hits its peak, my companion seems to long for home more and more. Everyone always said its easier to train than to kill a dying missionary, and now I see why. He is still willing to work and such, but he is very "trunky." You can see that he is tired, and it is hard trying to keep him up and motivated. The good news: We are still having fun. We have been visiting a family, and the mother has a problem with talking WAY TOO much. She always makes us laugh, but she always finds a way to add more than we need to hear.
     We have also been visiting a certain father, who has taken our teachings very well, but he hasn't kept many commitments, aside from reading. He has always held himself very well, and he has never let on to any kind of care or trouble. As we visited with him, we invited him to come to church. He responded with a seemingly untrue story of how he had to stay with his aged mother so that nothing would happen to her. He is her only child willing to help, and they stay alone. Thinking it was a lie, Elder Mcknight and I gave each other a look of confirmation, but as this man continued to speak, he began to unfold another story about how his nephew and family have been trying to kill him with some type of African voodoo, so that they could take over his house. His nephew had just been released from prison, and had been by their home the day prior to our visit. The brother began to cry and it was then that we realized that he was truly scared for his life. If you could experience South Africa, you would know why we then began to believe him. We did our best to comfort him, but when fearing for one's life, you can only go so far. 
     During our PEC meeting this Sunday, I was asked to give a spiritual thought. I read a few scriptures about the priesthood in D&C, and began to expound upon them. After sacrament meeting, the second councilor came up to me and said that after hearing my spiritual though he felt that I should give a talk the following Sunday on the very same topic. He handed me my assignment on a piece of paper, and as I looked it over, I noticed that it had a members name on it. Upon further inquiry, he said that he thought I would deliver the message that needed to be shared. So far I am the only missionary since I have been here in Daveyton that has given a talk, and this will be my second venture to the pulpit. I wanted to say no, but the cheesy and incredibly large smile on his face made me say yes. I guess I will let you know how that turns out next week...
But until then,

I love you,
Elder JW Davidson

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