Sup Goat House,
How are your dog faces doing? Mine is really good. This week has been really sick. We've been busy as heck. All week we've been teaching tons of lessons--it's been awesome. We haven't really even had time to proselyte cause our day is just filled with lessons one after another. So it's been really good. I'm getting a lot better at teaching. I taught one of the lessons pretty much all on my own. My companion just bore his testimony at the end. He said he was trying not to cry, he was so proud of me. Haha, he's kind of a weird kid. JK, we're like brother's. We're having a good time down here.
So yeah, we've been real busy. Last Sunday we got a referral for a girl in a couple villages over who wanted to be baptized. We taught her the first lesson on Tuesday, second on Wednesday, third on Thursday, fourth on Friday and the ZL's came and did the baptismal interview on Friday afternoon and she was baptized on Saturday along with the other three baptisms we had scheduled. Man, the work is just awesome. It seemed like right after we fasted, the work just exploded. I really believe in the power of fasting.
So yeah, Saturday was really busy for us. In the morning we went to Fagafau for Tasi's baptism. She's eleven. She's the referral we got last Sunday. She's awesome. She loves the church and she has a lot of support. I got to do her baptism. It went really well. It was a good service. You could really feel the Spirit. So then we went down to Samata to prepare for Talalelei's baptism. We wanted to get there early so we could fix up the water in the font cause the last time we had baptisms there, they only filled up the water like a foot and a half, so it was really hard to get them totally immersed. So I had to redo a few baptisms there in the past.
But yeah, I think I've talked about Talalelei. She's 12. Her cousin and sister were baptized last month, so they've been a good influence on helping Tala to get baptized. But she's tight. We're hoping to get her whole family baptized. Her mom and her aunts came to her baptism and confirmation and they seem really interested in the church so we'll have to keep making visits and see if they want to take the lessons. Her whole family is Methodist and the preachers get really mad when we take people from their congregation. But yeah, the ylive in that village that just opened up for us to proselyte in. That's props to my comp. I don't know how he manages to do it. The people just love him. He's got hookups with some important people so we can make it happen.
But yeah, so then Talalelei's baptism was really good. Her cousin Price did the baptism. Price's family is the one you guys were calling on Christmas. They're dope. They help us out with everything and Price just got his call to Samoa. Everyone's joking that I'm gonna be his trainer. LOL. But yeah, Tala's baptism was really good. She was baptized in Samata--that's the ward we've done a lot of work in during the past.
So then we went down to Faiaai after we had dinner for our last two baptisms. They were for Taulosa and Sepi. Taulosa lives in another village south of Faiaai that just opened as well. She's dope. She's 12, I think, or around there--real strong in the church, she's the illest. And Sepi was actually raised in a member family, but for some reason he was never baptized. He's ten, so they had to pass it over to the missionaries. His parents aren't married though. I think they only just recently started coming to church. It would be sweet to get them married and sealed as a family--that's the ultimate goal really. But yeah, Sepi and Taulosa's baptisms were really good too. We had a kid from the ward do the baptisms. He lives next door to us and just got his call to Australia, so we thought it would be good for him to get some experience. And it was his family that referred us to Taulosa--they're super dope. Seriously, they take care of us. If they know we don't have any food, they'll feed us or if we need anything, they're always there. They're like our family here, it's legit.
So yeah, you don't need to worry about me--I'm being taken care of. So yeah, Saturday was a really good day. You could feel the Spirit real strong. I feel really blessed to be a part of this--it's amazing. I really am just having the time of my life. All the cool stuff is awesome, and all the spiritual stuff is even awesomer. For example, three days in a row this week we've been fed these giant massive crabs, and they're soooo good. Seriously, especially the first night. They pulled out the biggest crab I've ever seen in my life and put it in front of us like, "Well, here ya go." I was stoked. You know those lunch trays that they use at cafeterias and stuff--the big plastic ones? Well they had it on one of those and it was so big it was still hanging off. It was gigantic! I took pictures (here you see Eric's drawing of the giant crab on a school lunch tray) and that is an accurate representation. The crabs we ate the next two times weren't quite as big, but still huge. And one night this week they came out with this bowl of whole cooked baby chickens floating on this weird yellow grease stuff--like they still had the heads and feet and stuff. They just strangled the chicken, plucked the feathers and cooked it, I guess. There was one for me, my comp, and the head of the household. Haha, it was good though. Chicken is chicken.
Oh yeah, so the other morning I was studying at my desk and I went to grab my Preach My Gospel, and on the underside was this gigantic centipede! It was so huge, it freaked me out. Those things will mess you up. I got tons of pictures. It was cool. (Here, Eric has a drawing of the actual size of the centipede--about 4" long) I got tons of pictures--it was cool. We cut of its head after we played wit hit for awhile. Then I laminated it with tape and put it in my bug collection. I heard one time one of these centipedes crawled into a guy's neck once. That kind of stuff happens all the time.
So yeah, this week has been eventful. One night after our fafaga (meal with members), we got a ride from this dude in the ward back to our village. Haha, and on the way that dude squashed a pig. Haha, it was funny. A whole bunch of them came running out in the road right as we came by, and one of the piglets got plowed. Stuff like that is what keeps me happy. I always knew this mission was right for me. Haha, the dude goes, "10 points!" It was funny. I might keep a tally of how many pigs I run over. I'm already at two. Of course not that numbers matter--missionaries who only focus on numbers don't really grasp the true importance of running over pigs anyway.
So anyways, things are good. Everything is just getting better. The work is picking up a ton. The language is coming along quicker. Me and my comp are getting along better (not that we had any huge problems), but it's just good. Everything is amazing. I'm happy as heck. Oh yeah, so last p-day was freakin' awesome. As a zone we went to the zone leader's area and did service in the morning. And then that afternoon we went to this dope secret beach. You had to hike in through the jungle for like twenty minutes and climb down this kinda steep rock-cliff thing. It wasn't that sketchy though, nothing worse than anything I've done in southern Utah--some exposure but nothing terrible. So then we went down to this beach. Man it was so sick--pure white sand, coconut trees, blue sky, it was dope. We were doing back flips and stuff off these sand hills and then we played rugby in the sand. It was so sweet--it was like the greatest thing that ever happened. I took tons of pictures. I'll send them to you when I get that other memory card back. This mission's dope cause we can go to the beach and do all the cool stuff there. We just can't swim. But in my opinion, half the fun of the beach is out of the water anyway. So that was good--so far my favorite p-day here. This place is beautiful. I've taken some dope pictures.
Also, thanks a ton for the packages. It was like the best thing that ever happened to me. For real, I started reading "A Marvelous Work and a Wonder". It's really good. And I'm excited to read the rest of them. And the cd is freakin' good. I've been listening to it all day. And the ukulele book--I'm gonna be the master by the time I get home. And all the Valentine's stuff. I love getting candy and zany things to decorate the house with. Haha and you sent me about 900 envelopes and stamp. I'm still baffled as to what that means. And thanks for all the clothes--you got me everything I asked for, so I really appreciate it. So yeah, you can take a break from sending me packages. I feel bad, all that stuff must have cost a ton. I really don't want to be a financial burden. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. But I really do appreciate it. So don't go out of your way to do stuff for me anymore--just continue to send me letters, that's just as good. Also, thanks for the cooties.
But yeah, things are good. I also appreciate you sending Austin's and the cousin's letters. That's always good to see how they're doing. So it's been dope. Dad--I got your letter. It's always nice to see how all our favorite characters are doing: The pirate, blue silk shirt kid, "Bucky C", killer, shining head man, bullethead, the insurance salesman, purple backpack man, Mark Hackings 1-6, that dude with the neckfat (another drawing of the back of a fat guys head) that looks like a menacing eye, horseface baby, basically everyone that we've known and grown to love. There's plenty more, I just can't remember any right now. Shame. But I'll send you some scriptures too. I'll have to check my scriptures and find some good missionary ones. But yeah, I'll hit you up in another letter, no worries.
Also, one last thing--Just so I don't cause a big argument between mom and dad as to whether centipedes really will bury into your neck, let me assure you--I'm 80% sure that they don't. Haha. JK bros. You needn't worry about me. I know Mom looks for secret underlying meanings in my letters and the nassumes that I'm dying or that I have turned into a goat or something awful like that. Let me assure you--I am very safe. The Lord is watching out for me as well as all the people in this area. It really is uncanny how safe I am. It's the safest safe that has ever existed--I define the meaning of safety. I'm so safe, I make bicycle helmets look like gun crimes. People tell me all the time here that their first impression of me is "Boy, that sure is one safe fellow, by gonnit!" So you have no reason to worry about me. Getting quite serious now--for real, Mama, don't worry about me. I am safe, healthy and happy. There is nowhere I would rather be--it's amazing here. There are no gangs, no thugs, no dangerous beasts--just pigs, chickens and palm trees. So it's good--don't stress it. I'm real careful not to get hurt or anything like that. "Safety Steve" they call me. And I truly do fulfill my namesake.
Love,
Elder Johansen
aka Safety Steve
PS Here's a cool picture of a dog! (Eric has drawn another very weird random picture at the bottom of his letter.)