Then things started to go a little downhill. While we were trying to visit the C. family, one of the people who runs the little outdoor nondenominational church in the trailer park (who happens to hate our guts and has made it known on a few occasions) whipped his car into the driveway, walks right past us on to the porch, and confronts the uncle. I'll translate what he said in broken Spanish: "Hello! These guys? The Gospel of Jesus Christ is good. They not good. Let's go!" Then he runs back to his truck and drives off. Yeah, the mom "was showering" and then came out five minutes later perfectly dry while we were walking on the other side. We are not sure what to do with them. They basically lie to us every time we come over, but honest or no, they are members, and they need to baptize their kids. When Sunday came around, we were getting everybody to get ready. We had about four or five committed to go. One family, who we had tried to get a ride for but couldn't, even said they were willing to call a taxi and go. In the words of the Beatles song, "Nobody came." So our baptism date dropped, and we didn't have anyone in the class except for the Vasquez family. Of course, it was about the time that Mexico was playing in the World Cup, so I would imagine that would draw quite a crowd.
Well, we have a volleyball game to get to! I hope that this didn't get y'all down too bad. I learned something in the MTC: Whenever things seem hardest and all is against you, know that the devil is trying his hardest because the best stuff is around the corner. I'm stoked, needless to say.
Llamado a Servir,