Once upon on a time, there was a land where it never rained. The end.
Mauri
It was a good week, another week of us being in a trio.
We live in London because our house in Banana is too small to
accommodate 3 people. The new sisters came, one from Tonga, one from
Fiji, and one from Kiribati. So maybe I'll be able to
speak in Divers tongues by the end of this transfer.
We worked in Banana today. We had an early lesson, but
Nobody was there, so we went to a place called Bwatua to talk to people.
So a weird thing about Kiribati, every religion has what they call a
"wall." That basically consists of the place
they go to church, generally a mwaneaba, and a bunch of houses around
it. A lot of time the people that live in these houses don't really have
a calling/office/job in their church, they are just really determined
not to talk to anyone not of their faith ever
again. At least that's what it seems to me. Anyway, this place called
Bwatua has the Catholic wall inside of it. So the people that live there
are really into Catholicism. But we go there a lot anyway, and
sometimes people give us funny looks because of it.
Anyway, we only had 2 lessons that actually happened, one was a Plan
of Salvation lesson for the daughter of one of our investigators, and
the other a first time meeting with a new person. To end the day, we had
dinner in Tabwakea, it was a good bye botaki
for Sister Manu. During the botaki, I got a call from President Foster
trying to talk to me about something about the new sister's house. But
since he was in Marshalls, it kept cutting out, so the only thing I
heard was that we needed to do an inventory. So
at 9 oclock at night we did an inventory of their house. And we tried
to contact President again via Face Book Messenger, but he never
responded. So we got home at like 10:40
Wednesday November 20
We woke up at 5 am today to go pick up the new sisters
that are working here. There is always a lot of interesting people at
the airport, so it's fun to go there. One of the people who got off the
plane was this very old white dude, who looked
very confused. I went over an talked to him and he said that he was a
doctor here for work, and nobody was there to pick him up. So I tried to
help him a little bit. We didn't have the hospital's number (typing
that out makes me realize that we should probably
get it) so I went and talked to a random I-Kiribati dude and asked him
if they had the Hospital's number. He asked why, and I told him it was
because this old white dude is a doctor and nobody was here to pick him
up. Which is funny because the doctor had
just told the same guy that in English and the I-Kiribati dude
pretended to understand. But once I talked to him he went and talked to
the guy that was supposed to pick up the doctor, and everything was
solved. Anyway, we dropped the sisters off in their house,
and went to our 8 am lesson. We came back after that only to have the
sisters inform us that they only had 1 bed. So we went on a bed hunt.
Luckily, I don't spend that much money so I had more than enough to buy
one. Well not like a real mattress, but 2 foam
pads at 70 Australian notes each. We returned to the Tabwakea chapel to
have district council, but we took the new sisters to shop for food
instead, because they had none. So after that we took Sister Manu to the
airport to so she could leave. It was pretty
entertaining because the KUC minister (I think they are technically
Lutheran, but they don't know that lol) was leaving after the standard 4
years. When it was time for check in they actually rolled a red cloth
in front of him to walk on. I aspire to achieve
that kind of clout. So after that we took Sister Manu's companions
home, and begun teaching lessons. The first one fell through, and we
decided to study at that point, because we hadn't yet. The next lesson
fell through, and we had a good lesson on 2 Nephi
32. We had dinner in London, yet another botaki, this time for a
missionary who just returned.
Thursday November 21
We woke up today and Elder Bartley was sick. So we kind
of just sat around the house. Elder Baker cleaned a bit, I would've
helped but there was only one broom, and I'm lazy. We gave this one YSA
lunch because he came to our house. So it was
good to get the language juices flowing. At around 2 or 3, Elder
Bartley woke up, and shortly thereafter we were working again. We had 3
lessons, in which we were late to all of them. The last one was on the
temple. All the lessons were a little disorganized
because we didn't plan, thanks to the illness early in the day. We had
dinner with this dude who went to The Dominican Republic on his mission
and his family. Since he speaks Spanish, he made friends with this cook
dude on one of the cargo ships, so he was
gifted a bunch of "meat" which appeared to me to be steak. So we had
that for dinner.
Saturday November 23
Pretty average start to the day, exercise, studies. I
studied from some old general conference talks, my favorite being one
back in 1985 by Russell M. Nelson called Self-Mastery. He gave some good
insights on some commandments and the influence
they have on self control. The one I had never thought about before was
the Law of Tithing. He said something along the lines that if we have
the self control to pay our tithing, then if some opportunity comes up
to steal something or cheat someone, we'll
have the self control to not do it. Anyways, we had a lesson planned
for 10 am in Tabwakea, but they weren't there. So we headed up to
Banana. We spent awhile tracking down people we already knew and
scheduling times with them. We ended up teaching a couple
lessons. We taught a pretty good first lesson to one of our newer
people. Anyways we had dinner at a birthday party, so we got cake amd
ice cream. But since we're in Kiritimati, it was American ice cream, and
cake from a mix. Actually the other day we ate
some Fijian ice cream that was passion fruit flavored, and it was
really good.
Sunday November 24
Shook things up a little but today by spending the day
in London. We went to church in London as well. Everyone in the branch
was surprised to see me again, and I think some members that don't come
very often didn't realize that I'd ever left
at all. But church was good, a girl gave her home coming talk, she
served in Kiribati, so I actually knew her a little bit. She didn't
speak very loudly though, so not a lot of it was heard by me. An old
lady spoke on service, which was pretty neat. The toilet
for the chapel was broken, so church policy required us to end church
after sacrament meeting. The day went alright after that. We spent
awhile walking around London, I was showing Elder Baker around because
he's taking the area over when his companion comes
on Wednesday. We had two lessons as well. In one lesson, we were
talking about prayer and this one lady expressed that after we had
taught her to pray, she was not very good at praying in her own
religion. I thought it was funny. We had dinner in Banana and
the member we had it with shared possibly the most riveting conversion
story I've ever heard, at least the way he told it.
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