That hamster wheel car is so sweet. I can't get over it. If Davis doesn't make it, then I have dibs on making it when one of my children is in Cub Scouts.
This week I saw my first real rain of the wet season (finally, no more dry season!) accompanied by a small amount of hail. Real hail. The one made out of ice. In Ghana. I was surprised, but not nearly as surprised as the Ghanaians around me. We had ducked inside a building to avoid the rain and when it started hailing everyone looked outside in amazement. They proceeded to run out with cloth over their heads and pick up the fallen hail off of the ground. Then they would run back inside, show everyone, marvel at it, hold it to their face to feel how cold it was, and pop it in their mouth after asking me if it was safe to eat. Elder Nuamah asked me how hail is formed and if it is like snow. I told him it wasn't. At all. It was great fun.
We saw some great progress this week. The former investigator that I wrote about last week came to church! By the end of sacrament meeting, he was enthusiastically singing the hymn with some help from the member sitting next to him. I think he had a good experience and felt the Spirit.
On Thursday we went to Odumasi, a tiny little village in the middle of nowhere. We went at the request of Ma Phyllis, one of the members in the other branch. She lived in Sweden for 23 years, but left her family and friends and moved back to Ghana because she felt the need to do missionary work and build up the church here. She is a temple worker in the Accra temple and lately has been feeling pressure to help the gospel reach Odumasi, especially while she is at the temple. So the four of us missionaries here loaded up with a box and backpack full of pamphlets and copies of the Book of Mormon. Just about every inhabitant of Odumasi had some literature from us by the time we left. The other elders are going back this week to do a follow-up visit, so we'll see what comes of it all. It was cool to see how thirsty they are for the gospel. People were calling us to come and share up and down the street.
Love, Elder Nelson
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