Man, some days I dislike agency

It's been another week of southern weather- rain and then heat, usually withing the same hour. I think our investigators might be mimicking the weather patterns. The beginning of this week was pretty awesome. We set a baptismal date with a guy named L., who is one of the smartest Hispanics I have met as far as gospel understanding goes. We read the first chapter of the Book of Mormon with him. When we asked if he had questions, all he asked us was what Babylon was. Needless to say we were thrilled. We found some more people in this little neighborhood across the street from our apartments with some cool people there. We also have been exploring a trailer park that we had never been to. We found quite a few Hispanics, and had some really good lessons with some of the people there. We got R., our recent convert, committed to come with us to church this coming Sunday (he's still going to his old church, which kinda chubs us, but little by little) and we got into the homes of some of the Nayarit bros. Also, Hermana David has been having really bad back pain, and so we got her in contact with the member that gives us free chiropractic work, and so she is getting help for free as well. Hopefully, that will help M. to feel a bit more open to saying yes to a certain little question. :P OH YEAH AND JOSE V. GOT THE MELCHIZEDEK PRIESTHOOD THAT WAS SUPER EXCITING!

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. 

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Llamado a Servir,

Andrew Reay