Well this week was pretty neat! First things first:
The San Juan family got baptized! It was an absolutely incredible service with lots of support from the ward; they're officially the first converts of the new Mixquiahuala ward, so everyone was there! I've never seen that baptismal room so full! When we weren't up front directing the meeting, we were out in the hall because every chair was filled. Yeah, it was pretty sweet. Just so you know, I haven't gained that much weight; the shirt is a little big and makes me look poofy.
I also took this picture:
But what I love most in it is a little closer up...
Aw, she's adorable! :D
We also have a number of baptisms coming up in these next couple of weeks; I think I've mentioned Porfirio before. Before we started teaching him, he smoked 10 to 15 cigarrettes daily. We taught him the word of wisdom, and he only smoked one in 2 days. We congratulated him and told him to make it zero so he could be baptized. He hasn't smoked since. He comes to church early every Sunday in his suit and tie, he participates in class, and he even pays his tithing. He's super excited for him baptism on the 28th.
We also have Marisol and Jaquelín for this coming weekend; they had some troubles attending church when the sisters visited them. With the ward split they became our investigators, and the first Sunday that they didn't attend church, we dropped them for a week. That really helped them understand the importance of attending church, and they haven't missed a Sunday since. Nailed it.
Funny story of the week: we knocked on a door looking for a contact we had made the other day, and a guy (mid 20s) answered and said, "I'm drunk and don't want anything." We told him we were looking for Ernestina, the old lady we had contacted there the other day. "No, she doesn't live here."
"...Hermano, we talked to her the other day. She said we could come back today at this time."
"No, she doesn't live here."
"Where does she live, then?"
You can imagine my surprise at that point. "Oh... did she pass away recently? We talked to her 2 days ago."
"No. She's dead. Go away now."
"Then who did we talk to 2 days ago?"
"The Holy Death! (It's the form of satan that some people worship down here) Now get off my property! Or would you like me to say it in English!?"
"Oh, really? You speak english?" (I said that in english)
He then proceeded to say a string of swear words in english that I will most certainly not repeat in this email, but the gist was that he wanted to fight with me.
In an act of utter boldness mixed with a dash of stupidity, I said, "let's see what you got, then!"
He proceeded to come down the front steps of his door as I thought, "Oh flip... what have I done?" and grabbed the helmet in my hands a little tighter, ready to use it for defensive purposes if necessary. He stood a few inches in front of me and began shouting broken/drunken english that I honestly didn't understand. He then walked around me out to the street and continued yelling at us to leave until we grabbed our bikes and walked off. I think he figured that he was drunk and there were three of us (we were with a young man), so there really wasn't any way he was going to win that fight. Morale of the story, don't pick fights with drunk people. Let them perish in their incredulity and hope that someday they come around.
That's all for today. I hope everyone has a wonderful week; changes are next week, so we'll see what happens there.
Iré y haré,
P.S. Here's a photo of me from the zone activity. I look a little creepy, but it's a funny photo.
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