Hola,
Well this week was pretty loaded! My companion and I are
doing a ton of work right now. The Ward I serve in is named the Inca Pachacutec
Ward and has around a 1000 people baptized. But... sadly only around 100 to 150
are active. Most of the members are offended and believe the Church is true,
but just don’t want to go to church. This week we visited a ton of families and
bore testimony to them that the Church is perfect but the members are not. We
successfully got a few people to come back and are working on others. One of
these is a man named Victor who is in his 70s and hasn’t been to church in
years nor let ANY missionaries in his house. For some reason he let us in and
we taught him and we believe that him and his wife will be in church this week.
We are also teaching a bunch of investigators and are planning to hopefully
have 4 baptisms in the Ward by the beginning of October!! One of these is a boy
who is 14 years old in a non-active family. We are talking to his family and
believe that his father will be able to baptize him once he comes back to
church! It’s truly amazing.
This week the food.... Well... That’s a story. The members
enjoy giving me this nasty hot grain drink that I cannot stand and I honestly
think I drink 5 cups or more a day. YUCK! My Penchan tells me I am a really
good eater and that she’s never had a Gringo eat ALL her food so well! So...
That means I have been eating indescribable nasty things. One of such was this
weird shell fish thing that was in a soup. It was so fishy and I mustered it
down with a smile. Saturday it hit me though. I woke up Saturday morning with
the most indescribable pain have ever felt in my stomach. I threw up and spent
the whole day inside studying. It was pretty miserable, but I managed through
it.
Sunday... We were contacting and my stomach was still iffy
and since my area is all a hill, I get tired really fast. But then my comp
looked too me and told me that he felt we should go to the very top of the
mountain and knock doors. I was pretty shocked at first because I was WAYYY
tired and my stomach hurt but, I did it anyways. We reached the top and felt
like we should knock on this one door. So... we did. We were answered by a man
who truly was ready for us. He asked questions that were perfect for us to
answer. Such as Why are there so many churches, etc. He is a father of 4 little
girls and lives in utter poverty. Mud hut you name it. But he is so happy and
wanted the truth and we were there to give it to him. We are going back this
week to teach his family this week and begin answering all his questions.
Today at this moment there are lots of crazy political
marches in the streets. Guys with guns are running around doing all sorts of
weird things. I am not sure but people are protesting something so my comp and
I are sneaking around to avoid the political protests. My stomach is still a
little iffy but I know that as I work hard my Heavenly Father will take care of
me! I love you all so very Much!
--
Elder Taylor R. Fawcett
Peru Cusco Mission
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