how many of these people could have darker skin. They are a beautiful people. Interesting that they cover themselves not to get darker and we suntan to get darker. Guess we are never satisfied.
We left early for a walk because it was so nice and cool. There are three different colleges within a three mile area here in the part of the city we are in. So this morning all of these students were trying to get to class, people were walking to work, a bus of teenage school kids went by with them all waving and yelling out of the window. Scott thought it must have been a volleyball team coming home from winning state! As we walked a man stopped us and explained that he is a Mormon - a member of the bishopric in one of the wards here. There is an excitement about the gospel here that is contagious. Perhaps because they are all converts - very few are second generation church members. It is wonderful to be a part of the gospel and have a purpose in life. I'm still amazed that each day we are out someone comes up to us that is Mormon or knows someone who is. We understood there is a strong Catholic influence here but it doesn't seem to stop these people from listening to the truth.
Scott just finished reading his Spanish Book of Mormon out loud in Spanish all the way through and is so proud of himself! Our landlord was to come today to fix our oven. His "mommy" got here before he did and was talking to Scott about her reading the Pearl Of Great Price. So of course he pulls out his Book of Mormon and is reading it with her when her son came. She said she watched the missionaries pass her house every day and wanted to talk to them but just hadn't quite dared do it. So now she is committed to asking them to come read the book with her. When I listen to Scott try to communicate with people
it makes me wonder if I will ever be able to understand them.
We decided they do not have noise ordinances here; nor do they have curfews of any kind. It is not unusual for someone to be singing or yelling in the street long after midnight.
We went to the Spanish class today. We decided it must be an accelerated course! Then three of the couples in the class went to the temple with us. We were the only ones there. Here no one has their own temple clothes so they rent them every time. Tonight though we were told that you could leave your temple clothes in your locker if you were coming back within the week. You just give them your locker key and the next time you come you get your key from them and use the same clothes again. On Saturday they go through the lockers and take out the clothes and wash them. Seems like that would cut down on some wash for them. Imagine that happening in the Bountiful temple!
We left early for a walk because it was so nice and cool. There are three different colleges within a three mile area here in the part of the city we are in. So this morning all of these students were trying to get to class, people were walking to work, a bus of teenage school kids went by with them all waving and yelling out of the window. Scott thought it must have been a volleyball team coming home from winning state! As we walked a man stopped us and explained that he is a Mormon - a member of the bishopric in one of the wards here. There is an excitement about the gospel here that is contagious. Perhaps because they are all converts - very few are second generation church members. It is wonderful to be a part of the gospel and have a purpose in life. I'm still amazed that each day we are out someone comes up to us that is Mormon or knows someone who is. We understood there is a strong Catholic influence here but it doesn't seem to stop these people from listening to the truth.
Scott just finished reading his Spanish Book of Mormon out loud in Spanish all the way through and is so proud of himself! Our landlord was to come today to fix our oven. His "mommy" got here before he did and was talking to Scott about her reading the Pearl Of Great Price. So of course he pulls out his Book of Mormon and is reading it with her when her son came. She said she watched the missionaries pass her house every day and wanted to talk to them but just hadn't quite dared do it. So now she is committed to asking them to come read the book with her. When I listen to Scott try to communicate with people
it makes me wonder if I will ever be able to understand them.
We decided they do not have noise ordinances here; nor do they have curfews of any kind. It is not unusual for someone to be singing or yelling in the street long after midnight.
We went to the Spanish class today. We decided it must be an accelerated course! Then three of the couples in the class went to the temple with us. We were the only ones there. Here no one has their own temple clothes so they rent them every time. Tonight though we were told that you could leave your temple clothes in your locker if you were coming back within the week. You just give them your locker key and the next time you come you get your key from them and use the same clothes again. On Saturday they go through the lockers and take out the clothes and wash them. Seems like that would cut down on some wash for them. Imagine that happening in the Bountiful temple!
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