Hey everybody!
Great week! Our church is moving locations, so we did a lot of member visiting to make sure they won't go less-active. It's in a beautiful place, with a view of all of Mahajanga out the front window. Our previous church building was a poopy, cement building right next to a noisy street. Also, there's been a lot of hurt feelings in between the presidency and the members recently, due to odd fights about money and callings; so hopefully this move will bring not only a nice change of venue but also of perspective.
I'm trying to get as many pictures of boats here in Mahajanga. It took some sprinting to get the right angle.
My good friend Dax System (his rapper name) that I talk to every morning during breakfast. I disapproved of him dying his hair red. What a punk, but we're still cool.
Haha, Elder Kruger offering coconut to two people--getting denied twice because it fell in the sand.
Some Weird News:
I'm not sure if everybody knows what's going on, but I was just called as the 2nd counselor in our Branch Council, and now Elder Kruger and I have to attend most of the meetings throughout the week, which kinda puts a wrench into our normal missionary program, but it's an exciting assignment. It's fun to give my 2 cents when talking about important business like the logistics of handling money and member records of which I have no idea about. It's almost like when everybody assumes you're expert on fixing cars, and you want to feel cool in front of them, so you take a look inside under the hood, fiddle around, touch of few parts and mumble some things while shaking your head. Then, you end up just agreeing with the next random comment like, "Oh yeah, that's what I thought." We'll see if the branch here in Mahajanga turns apostate soon enough with my help, heh!
Bocce Ball:
When it rains, many of the back, earthy paths flood with water (looks like chocolate milk by the way), and we always have to use new, creative ways to get across. Usually, we either hold on to wooden fences, overestimate our jumping abilities and leap right into the water, or find another route. But this time, we were a bit smarter. We heaved and strategically threw rocks into the mini-chocolate milk lakes to make a make-shift path. However, without looking, I threw the first and biggest rock, and it splashed up on and all over a sweet, old grandma, sort of hidden from my view behind a fence. She screamed in horror as she was drenched by the delicious chocolate milk. My reaction was to immediately crouch down and cover my head in embarrassment. What an ignorant foreigner I am. We said sorry a thousand times and scurried away.
Malagasy Morsel of the Week - Tombocassehy:
"Branding," as in the herd mark burned into one's sheep. A good way to think about baptism is as a sort of branding that signifies we're God's sheep. If the baptism doesn't take place in the presence of the correct, Aaronic priesthood, the wrong mark is branded, and God will act like, "This ain't mine!" and not let you into His fold.
Love you all!
Elder Soper
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