Happy Easter to you all!!! The word for Easter here is ‘Pascoa’
which is the translation of ‘Passover’. After consulting the Bible Dictionary
(something interesting: in Portuguese there’s not a Topical Guide and Bible
Dictionary at the back of the Bible, but a ‘Guide to Scripture Study’ which is
like the two combined but much smaller) in English I learned that ‘Easter’ only
appears once in the Bible and that ‘Passover’ comes from “eastre’, “a Norse
goddess whose pagan festival was observed at the spring equinox” (Bible
Dictionary, “Easter”). This was one of the most interesting things I learned
this week. Independent of the roots of the holiday’s name, I’m grateful that
each year of we have a special springtime Sunday to remember the glorious
resurrection of the Savior, Jesus Christ. President Buhrer came to Anapolis
this week for interviews, and he made a goal with the zone to talk to everyone
this week. I enjoyed fulfilling this goal, taking advantage of the Easter season
to talk to people about our Savior and invite them to visit the church’s site
to learn more about Him and ‘Pascoa’. President and Sister Buhrer thought my
haircut was too short kkkkk (hahaha). I’ll wait till after the mission to cut
it like that again.
Elder Tanus and I are trying to do creative missionary work.
We’re both tired of knocking doors and talking with people in the road.
Although we’re fully willing to find people that way, we’re trying to work more
effectively and intelligently and have fun doing it. This week I finally put
into action an idea that I’ve had for two months or so. We went to 4 English
schools on Thursday, and at each one I introduced myself, said I was American
and offered to participate in some conversation classes. Two schools got our contact information, and at the other two I spoke English with one of their
teachers who readily invited me to take part in their classes. I didn’t say
anything about the church, just offered to help—kind of like Ammon, Elder Tanus
and I thought. On Saturday morning we woke up early to go to the first school.
I participated in a class of just the teacher and one student. What I thought
would happen happened: the English conversation started with an assigned topic
and transitioned the subject of what we do as missionaries and what we believe
in the church. I taught almost the whole lesson of the Restoration as a natural
part of the flow of the class’s conversation. At the end, we got the address of
the woman taking the class and the missionaries of another area will go there
this week. The Mormon missionary program really sparks people’s interest, and
in a setting other than a roadside contact or knocking on someone’s door, it’s
great sharing the gospel because people actually want to hear us. We’re going
to keep thinking outside the box to preach the gospel. A youth activity of
American football is an idea that has crossed my mind.
We found a woman this week whose son recently died in a motorcycle
accident. We taught the Plan of Salvation, and she loved learning about the Fall
of Adam and Eve, the Spirit World, and eternal families. We’ll return this
week.
Our teaching group is weak right now, and this week we’re
going to work hard to find lots of people prepared for the gospel! I love you
guys! Thanks for your encouraging and inspiring emails.
Elder Anderson
Excited for P-Day
Apparently it's too short...
Waiting for the ônibus
Some views of Anápolis
A cool park. Anápolis is a really pretty city with some well-kept parks. If I lived in Brasil for a time it'd be a nice city to live in.
4 different types of bananas
Tabasco also exists in Brasil but it's too expensive for a poor missionary
This stuff looks awesome but I'm also too poor for it kkkkk
Água com gás...incrível!
Maracuja...por fora
E por dentro
I. Love. Dark. Chocolate. Especially. Mint. Dark. Chocolate.
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