I have great NEWS!!! I'm still alive! I think Africa is absolutely incredible. This week has been a long week, a lot has happened. As I mentioned in the last letter, my trainer is Elder Gergetz, he's from Manti Utah, and every day I continue to learn more and more from him. He and I are currently teaching about 16 investigators. We're going to have to drop two or three of them this week though, they haven't been progressing and there are so many other people to teach that we have to focus on the people who are ready to hear the word of God. We had 12 of our investigators show up to church last Sunday. (The church in Dondo isn't a branch, it's still a group, and the missionaries here, for the most part, have all the callings and responsibilities. The six missionaries in Dondo all live in the same house, which happens to also be the chapel. It also happens to be the most expensive house for the missionaries in our mission.) This past Sunday we had 85 chairs set up, which was the most we could fit in there, and we filled it up with people completely and then some. President Spendlove has asked us to focus on teaching only families, and a few of our investigator families showed up at church. It's been great to be able to see the progress of those who complete with the challenges we've given them.
On Friday the Zone Leaders from Beira came to visit our district. One of the Zone Leaders walked with Elder Gergetz and I. We were visiting Vitor and his family (Most always, when we teach, we are seated outside our investigators house) Suddenly an obviously drunk guy came and sat down on one of the chairs and started smoking. Vitor proceeded to tell him to leave and to stop smoking. The drunk guy, without a word, brought the cigarette to his mouth and continued to smoke. Vitor got up and dragged the drunk guy away while the man in slurred speech continually said, "Eu Acredito em Deus! EU ACREDITO em DEUS!!"
Vitor came back and we continued to teach him about faith, when a few moments later we hear the kicking and clattering of metal pots and pans. The drunk man, in frustration, was kicking over these metal pots that vitor and his co-workers make for a living. Throughout this whole time the man would be saying, "I Believe in God!"
We went back to our teaching, seeing as we couldn't really do anything about this man. Vitor and his family listened attentively, Vitor's co-workers were still on the other side of the road (or small path) working on the pots along with trying to get rid of the drunk man. Suddenly we heard a clap as one of the other men had slapped this drunk man. The drunk man then took off his pants and started chasing after the man who had slapped him with a stone in each hand. By the end of the lesson the man had returned, his pants were back on at this point. Elder Gergetz and I with one of the ZLs proceeded to go to our next lesson and this drunk kept on following us everywhere. Soon we were able to walk far enough away to lose him and not be able to hear his constant droning about how he believes in God.
I love being a missionary, and constantly everyday I'm learning more and more. I can't believe that it's already been two week here in Mozambique. Oh and I've got to say....the food here is AMAZING!!! I love it. I hope all is well with everyone back home. Feel free to write me!!!, but to send a letter will be be expensive and it will probably take weeks to get here, if it does at all.