Friday, November 18, 2011
THE WEAVER AND MISSIONARY WORK PART 2
When we walked over to the weavers shop some mechanics asked us to buy them a soda at the very tiny restaurant next door. We all laughed, we finished our business with the weaver, and left but Elder Babcock felt we should go back and get the mechanics a soda. We drove back to the restaurant, bought the soda, and the owner invited us to sit down. As we talked with the owner he introduced us to the cook, customers, and a co-owner. He asked about our little black tags, and about our church, and said come back; we want you to teach us about your church. We will invite people to come. We are working with the missionaries to get a date set for teaching!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Photos of Kapsaret Primary School (mentioned in the letter below)
A Recent Letter
November 14, 2011
Dear All,
It was again an interesting week for us. We had planned to go and see William Kipsang again on Friday since all country examinations were complete on Thursday. William is a 'Head-School Master' at Kapsaret Primary School. You will see pictures of the school on the blog. We had distributed pamphlets and the Book of Mormon the previous week with he and faculty. They were wonderful people and greeted us with overwhelming love and warmth. It was touching indeed. Anyway, William had invited us back and we promised a return visit. We went into his office and I could see our pamphlets on his desk. We incidentally, had promised we would research the possibilities of getting water for the school of 253 students, we needed more information, following recording of additional facts we discussed the gospel for an hour or better. William is an evangelical minister on Sundays and a knowledgeable man.
He first challenged the Joseph Smith vision and layed John 1:18 on us and then I read to him John 6:46 while explaining John was my favorite book. He was astonished and on his heels and wrote the scripture reference down for later review.
When we hired a weaver/wicker furniture maker to make some furniture recently we went to his humble little shop nearby his street corner work spot. A few car mechanics asked if I would buy them a soda. We refused and laughed with them. Later we went back to the West Indies, part of town controlled by East Indians where we selected a material covering for the furniture. Anyway, upon return I weakened and we purchased sodas for 3 or 4 mechanic Koskie, and ourselves. As we sat at the open-air cafe we were introduced to several connected to the operation. We are a novelty, needless to say and quickly the subject of the church comes up, we explained what we are about, immediately they wanted a meeting for us to teach them all. We went back to set a specific time last Saturday; Tuesday is the day. While there three other men came to eat ugali, they want to be there as well. Who knows how many will show up, we are bringing the full times for a backup. This will be interesting.
We went to the meeting at the open-air cafe and no one showed up today; however, we did teach Nancy the gal on the moneybox. She is a little arrogant, I would say, but I considered the meeting a bust. We taught the ancient church and need for the restoration, I shut down and my mind was on empty. She wanted a prayer given, I elected myself and asked for blessings of prosperity, health and gave thanks. We started to walk off and the cook, and waiter came out and wanted our phone number so they could call for an appointment. They were listening in the kitchen apparently. We were not disappointed once again. I was amazed. We gave a couple of pamphlets away and committed them to read.
Finally watched the first half of the Priesthood Session today, last half next Sunday.
We continue to repair this house and then we rerepair and then rererepair it again. We think of you all frequently and you all are continually in our prayers and thoughts. This experience, this work is beyond my expectations and any imagination or dream I had before leaving. We realize the heavens are in control this makes the way each day remarkable to say the least.