Dear family,
Okay, well
this week was a little bit different because it was Semana Santa or Holy Week.
So pretty much nobody was home!
Tuesday we
went out with 2 ward members and they showed us where several less active
members live so we can help them return to church. At the last house we visited
there was a lady who was in her house, and her friend was doing her hair. We
were talking to her and she told us that she was now going to the Pentecostal
church. Anyway, the friend said, “Can I ask a question?” She then went off on a
30 minute yelling fest telling us how our church is wrong because we have
baptism for the dead and a bunch of other stuff. I finally got sick of it and
stood up and told her that we had to leave to preach the gospel. I had to say it
several times, but it finally got through. Anyway, it was a super good day and
was a lot of fun!
Thursday was
a normal day until our last appointment. We were in a lesson with this
family we are teaching, and some drunk guy came into their house and told us
that we need to preach that there is only one God and that its Jehovah, and
that this Holy Week is not about partying, its about God! Anyway, he could
barely walk and it was nighttime. We finished this lesson and were walking home
and we hear this other guy yelling about a “Chino.” (Chinese person, but it
also means everybody that’s not Dominican or Haitian, so I get called “Chino”
quite a bit) Then we saw a guy chasing the drunk down the street with a
machete! He was yelling about how he was going to kill the Chino! We stopped
and watched but the machete guy gave up and started walking back to his house
and the drunk was still running away. So we were like, “That was weird” and
started walking back. We saw a bunch of blood splatters on the sidewalk, so it
looks like the machete guy hit the drunk! Pretty bizarre!
Friday was Viernes
Santa (Good Friday). I thought was going to mean huge parties in the streets, but
instead the whole town was quiet. It felt like the start of a zombie apocalypse.
Anyway, nobody was home, so we ended up playing dominos (another Dominican
habit of mine) at a member’s house.
We had
exchanges on Saturday and I was in my area with Elder M. We contacted a ton,
but then we were on our way to a lesson and we were hiking through a Haitian’s
backyard and I fell and hurt my ankle again. I couldn’t walk for a bit, but I
got up and kept going. It’s fairly swollen, but I can walk fine so it’s all
good!
And yeah, that was my week. Love
you all. Stay strong, keep the faith, and I’ll be with you guys before you know
it!
Elder Stark
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