Well, we finished off our very busy campaign week, and it was very productive. We had a total of 25 baptisms and 3 restorations. To help us with the follow up load, some of the BICA students are coming over every day in the afternoon to help us visit with and do new convert studies with all of our new members. Check out the gallery for pictures during the week.
At the beginning of the week when I still had energy I volunteered to make a congregational meal for Sunday. What was I thinking!?! It went really well. I made a hamburger veggie soup. When we went to the grocery store at about 7 on Saturday, Gabriel tricked me into buying little baby corns for the soup, saying it would be yummmmy. As I started to shuck and clean over 100 baby corns Saturday night I began to think that might not have been such a great idea. But I guess it paid off because many people specifically asked for mini corns in their soup. Sunday morning we finished the soup early, and I was further inspired to make grilled cheeses for everyone (I already had the bread, why not get the cheese and whip it right up?). I guess they don’t make grilled cheeses here because some thought I was crazy until they tried it. It was like a regular soup kitchen, and everyone was happy. =)
Yesterday, I had full plans to sleep in until at least 7, but I guess my subconscience didn’t get the message and woke me up at 5!! I managed to lay in bed until 6, but then I accepted my fate and got up. I did get a ton of things done. Giovanni and his family are traveling to the states to meet their supporting congregation on Thursday and he asked me to translate his three sermons. Translating isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I know what he’s saying, but it’s like my mind blanks on how to say it properly in English. After noon we headed off to Managua for our free day/grocery shopping. On the way home we stopped off to get me a laundry basket (I decided it was rediculous that I continally drop things while trying to hold a bunch of laundry and hang them on the line because I’m too cheap to buy a laundry basket), and when we got outside the truck wouldn’t start. No turning over, nothing (the battery was fine). So we called Giovanni, but he was about an hour and a half away. I took the time to call my mom, and when my dad got home he suggested we pop the clutch, so we tried it and after 1 1/2 hours of waiting we were off. Turns out a relay was bad. It did take a trip back to Managua to find the part, but we got it all fixed. I reflected on how great God is that this didn’t happen during our campaign week and leave us and many members stranded as we were taking people home! Also, the mechanic who told us it was the relay was one of the members baptized during the campaign. Without him we would have spent a fortune taking it to the Chevy shop to find out what was wrong.