Not gonna lie, this week was really slow. We met a lot of people that slammed doors in our faces and a little bit of people who were humble enough to even say a prayer with us. This week, we met a guy named Rual. He is from the Philippines. When we first knocked on his door, he had just woken up from coming back from work. We asked him if we could leave the Savior's peace and blessing in the form of a prayer and he said sure. After the prayer, he brightened up and started talking to us. The Spirit was definitely in the room after the prayer. Afterwards, he started talking to us about how he met his wife and everything. We gave him the Restoration pamphlet and asked him to read it. We were about to get a return appt with him, until his son came out with the phone and the guy on the phone was really important so he had to take it. He said come back anytime, so we are gonna try to go see him this week.
We had one investigator at church this week. Her name is Hailey. I might have mentioned her in my last letter. She is a friend of a recent convert and says she wants to be baptized! She has been coming to church and so by the end of this week, she might be baptized! Nice!
We also had a dinner with one of the investigators we had named Marleen. She is from New Orleans and a great cook! She has a lot of friends and one of her friends that she invited over was a Pastor. Really nice guy actually. He said he was taught by missionaries for about a month, he wouldn't tell us what happened or what they taught and stuff. It was kinda weird. But, everything that he told us was pretty spot on with what we teach. So, maybe, a seed is growing in him. He had really cool facial hair, so I guess that's how you become a Pastor.
Yesterday after the linger longer that we had at the church, we talked to some people and after the whole day was over, we started walking home. Our home was about 3 miles away so it takes about an hour or so to walk home. But, as we were walking, this car stops right in the middle of the road all of a sudden. Cars started honking and everything. In the car, you see a guy moving around a lot that looked like he was yelling at his buddies in the car. He then rolls down his window and starts cussing at us. He then spits a big huge loogie (lugie?) at us and it lands right on my shirt sleeve. Good thing it was just the shirt and not my face. I just feel bad for those people that persecute us because they are so lost and will be hold accountable of that when they come before the Father. So it's just a sad sight.
Elder Billings was telling me yesterday after I got spit on was that we will receive blessings after we are persecuted. That brightened my day and now I know that this week will be amazing because last week was so hard to find people to say a prayer or even a lesson with. I still have yet to teach the Plan of Salvation to anyone. But, that's okay, my time will come. I know this church to be the church of Jesus Christ. The same church that He established in his time. I know the Book of Mormon to be the word of God. Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. Thomas S. Monson is the true and living prophet on the Earth today. I say these things humbly in the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer, Amen.