Letters 09/17/2012

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

 As the summer nears, so do the rains. When it rains in Africa, it pours. We had just left our flat earlier this week, and we noticed some dark clouds rolling in our direction. Being that we drive the car every day of the week, I made a joke directed towards the other elders, to which they responded with menacing glares. As Elder Mcknight and I laughed, Elder Lewis stated that it would not rain on them, in addition to some other rude comments. He then said that his faith was greater than mine, and he knew that it would be well. I jokingly did a rain dance  several times around the car and told him that in addition to MY faith, I had the African Mootie (Voodoo magic) on my side. He glared some more, and then he got into the car. 
     As we sat in our first appointment, we began to hear the tinkling sound of rain on the tin roof. I smiled to myself and continued to teach. Soon, the tinkling changed to a sound not unlike that of hammering. Soon we were not able to hear our own voices as we taught, so we decided to wrap up the lesson and head to a home with a more insulated roof. As we stepped out of this family's door, we were welcomed by three inches of water on the ground... I smiled even wider. The storm turned into a flash flood, and the streets had in most places at least a foot of water. Luckily, the remainder of our appointments had ceramic roofs, or they had insulation to block the noise. As the day concluded, we picked up the other elders. Elder Lewis was DEAD silent as his companion explained how they got caught in the worst of the storm in between their appointments. He sad that their next was on the other side of their area. When they got there, they had to wait out the remainder of the heavy rains. I know it is not good to be spiteful, but Elder Mcknight and I laughed the rest of the way home.
     The rest of the week has been off and on in terms of storms, but apparently it rains a great deal here in the summer. What is even worse, is that when the rain comes on saturday night, people don't tend to come to church. We only had 8 investigators at church this Sunday, as opposed to our usual.  On the upside, we had a few more of our investigators baptized. The water was quite nippy, but fortunately, all of our investigators asked Elder Mcknight to baptize them... The work continues, but aside from our wet and wild adventure, nothing much has happened. We're still truckin....

Much Love,
Elder JW Davidson