Dear America,
This week flew by. Today we went to Paga, way up on the border of Burkina Faso and just below the Sahara desert. It's the first time I've felt dry since I arrived in Ghana. Now I'm worried about going back to 0% humidity in Idaho. We went to the Paga crocodile sanctuary, a tourism site where you can take pictures with crocodiles. We sat on it, posed with it, held the tail, and fed it a live chicken. It was sweet. Unfortunately, this internet cafe won't let me send pictures so you're just going to have to take my word for it until I can send them.
We've been teaching some neat people. Coincidentally, we've seen an unusually high number of Nigerians. We're fighting fire with fire when we teach Nigerians with a Nigerian. One Nigerian that we met had spoken briefly with missionaries before. When he stopped us, he was riding his moped with a copy of the Book of Mormon. We were surprised, and he later said that he had gone out that day to find us. He had it in his mind that he wanted us to come tell him more. Either we would set up a return appointment or he would give us our book back. We've met with him a few times and the things that we're teaching him are making sense for the most part. Investigators are funny. They'll give you roller coasters of emotions. One minute everything will be going great and then they'll have a problem and then they'll forget or resolve their own problem and then... on and on.
We had a nice broadcast for the Africa West Area last Sunday. It was interesting. If you read emails from Elder Neville, he also has something to say about it. One part of it was when we were told to abandon the traditions of our fathers and instead adopt gospel traditions. Some area-specific traditions were named, and it gives us a lot of work to do in the future. The traditions here are huge. Elder Renfroe (one of the senior missionaries) said that since the broadcast he's now looking at this gigantic mountain of tradition to overcome and thinking that the only way to do it is a few nuclear warheads. Small small, we'll see what we can do.This week flew by. Today we went to Paga, way up on the border of Burkina Faso and just below the Sahara desert. It's the first time I've felt dry since I arrived in Ghana. Now I'm worried about going back to 0% humidity in Idaho. We went to the Paga crocodile sanctuary, a tourism site where you can take pictures with crocodiles. We sat on it, posed with it, held the tail, and fed it a live chicken. It was sweet. Unfortunately, this internet cafe won't let me send pictures so you're just going to have to take my word for it until I can send them.
We've been teaching some neat people. Coincidentally, we've seen an unusually high number of Nigerians. We're fighting fire with fire when we teach Nigerians with a Nigerian. One Nigerian that we met had spoken briefly with missionaries before. When he stopped us, he was riding his moped with a copy of the Book of Mormon. We were surprised, and he later said that he had gone out that day to find us. He had it in his mind that he wanted us to come tell him more. Either we would set up a return appointment or he would give us our book back. We've met with him a few times and the things that we're teaching him are making sense for the most part. Investigators are funny. They'll give you roller coasters of emotions. One minute everything will be going great and then they'll have a problem and then they'll forget or resolve their own problem and then... on and on.
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