Last week we were teaching an
investigator named A. Her husband is a less-active that we are helping to come
back to church. They have two cute little girls. One is just a few months old,
and the other is about 3 years old. The little 3-year-old wouldn't sit still,
so I whipped out my gospel art book, and taught about baptism and the gift of
the Holy Ghost and endure to the end using the pictures in there, just like I
used to when I taught sunbeams. It worked. She settled down and paid attention.
It brought back my days of teaching primary. I wish all our investigators had
little 3-year olds.
So elections are coming up in May
here, and so there's been a lot of campaigning going on, and the way they do
campaigning kind of makes me laugh. They use popular songs, and they change the
lyrics so that it's about the candidate, and then they play it really loud out
of these vans that drive around the city. Sometimes it inturrupts our lessons,
like last Thursday when we were teaching, and then the van with the music
stopped right down the street and a whole bunch of people came to shake our
hands and give us flyers. It was kind of funny.
Yesterday at church, the pianist was
not there, so they asked me to accompany the hymns. It was kind of on-the-spot,
so I just played right hand, with lots of mess-ups, but it all worked out.
That's one thing that would have been helpful to work on more before my
mission--playing the hymns. Oh well.
Anyway, life is great. I'm so happy
to be a missionary. I am so grateful for the gospel. I am also so grateful to
have been raised in a family that has the gospel. I didn't realize before my
mission what a great blessing that is, but it really is. Just keep living the
gospel. I love you all.
Love, Sister Boekweg
Baguio Time
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