As a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I will be spending the next 18-months serving the Lord in João Pessoa, Brazil! This blog will contain my weekly letters describing my experiences in Brazil.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Guarabira
In Natal I
would occassionally be questioned about my nationality or someone might comment
on how strong my accent was, but for the most part people didn't feel the need
to state the obvious...not so in Guarabira. My companion and I will enter
a home and someone goes running to invite the whole family to come see the two
Americans that are in their home. Everyone wants to talk to us, touch us,
and wave at us! hahaha! I feel like such a rare gem here in Guarabira and
that's even with basically no make up, unattractive sandals, simple hairstyle
(up and out of my face), and sweating like I just sat in a sauna for 10
minutes! The city of Guarabira is
about as big as Shippensburg (mais ou menos); small enough that people in the
market know who we are and ask about where 'the other sister' went.
Friday night was some kind of festa (in reality where there's a Brazilian
there's a festa!) and everybody had a bonfire lit in front of their house
roasting corn on the cob or just sitting there watching as their children shot
off fireworks and other explosives! Sometime, just for fun, turn on some
crazy, upbeat music really loud, add fireworks and other explosives going off
in the background, then throw in some yelling children and drunk men, finally
turn on a smoke machine to blind your eyes, AND then try and share a message
about the Gospel with someone! I always had this perfect image in my mind
of what a mission would be like - sitting in someone's living room, no
distractions, the spirit's strong and the person is attentive and can feel the
spirit too, we teach our lesson, ask questions, answer questions, and then
leave the house feeling like we're walking on sunshine! - HA! and yet the
Gospel still goes forth! No unhallowed hand can stop this great work (and
that includes fireworks, festas, yelling children, and bonfires)! This
Gospel is true and every man, woman, and child will have the opportunity to
hear and accept the Gospel. I love missionary work! It's repetitive,
it's exhausting, it's dirty, it's dang hard, but despite all this it's the
greatest privilege to be an instrument in the Lord's hands, to watch as He
guides my companion and I to reach out to His children and to bless their
lives. There really is no other greater work on the face of this earth
than this; to bring souls unto Christ!!
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