I realized that I always start out my weekly letters the same way, saying that it has been another good week. Nothing could be more true though, each week is just really happy!
Hispanics are always so loving, and always try to feed us even if we aren't hungry or have just eaten. They also give us enough food to feed about four people (the term "push past the pain" is like my motto now). One of our sweet investigators from Peru decided to invite us to eat with her and her daughter while we were at our appointment. She piled a bunch of food on the plate (the usual: rice, salsa, bread, and meat). I had never seen the meat that she was feeding us before, and when I asked her what it was, she just told me that it was meat and that I should just eat it. So I did.
I have been pretty blessed so far on my mission not to eat anything weird, but that day, I ate something that I wouldn't be mad if I never ate again. We went back to her house a few days later and she finally told us that she had given us. We ate some chicken liver, kidney, heart.. ya know just your everyday organs. Thank goodness chickens are little! I am counting my blessings!
Sunday was the most interesting Sabbath day that I have ever experienced. It all began on Saturday though.
We had gone over to a little trailer park where a family that we teach lives, to go try finding somebody that lives just behind our investigators trailer. While we were walking, we see a shirtless, hairy man stumbling towards us across our investigator's backyard, clearly drunk.
By the time he reaches us, he starts telling us that he is a Mormon and that he is related to our investigators! We talk to him for about 20 minutes and he tells us that he wants to come to church with us and that he would be all cleaned up by Sunday. We didn't take him to seriously though since he was kinda tipsy.
Sunday morning, we decide that we are going to go beat the door down of our investigators to wake them up for church! We also decided that we'd soften them up first by making them pancakes. We spent the morning cooking, then went over to their house.
When we got there, the same shirtless guy was sitting outside, getting a haircut from his nephew. He was still a little hungover, but he was being real when he said he wanted to come to church! In the end, it was him and one of our investigators from the family he was staying with that agreed to come!
When we got to church, we sat on the back row with them. Church started, and so did this guy. It isn't uncommon to hear people that we are teaching whisper and talk while we pray (like they say "amen" a lot, or they just say their own little prayer), but I have never heard it happen at church! Each prayer that was given, this guy made sure to pray too.. like hardcore and really loud.
I was asked to speak this same day during Sacrament meeting. As I was standing at the pulpit, I looked at this guy who is making faces and mouthing crazy things to me. It was really hard not to start laughing!
Having him at church was such a blessing, but it made for an interesting three hours! Church felt a lot longer than it usually does that day haha.
Not only did we have those two at church, but we also had five other investigators show up! It has been really hard getting people to come to church, but we were really blessed!
We are seeing so many miracles here every week! We were able to find some more people to teach this week and have some great lessons! The Lord is truly hastening his work and I am so grateful to be a part of it!
Love,
Hermana Rupp
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