Breathe and Ecoutes a ta femme

Well, this was my last week in Africa and on Wednesday I'll be in Stephenville so I'm super sad. But that's life and apparently Stephenville is the cowboy capitol of the world

BREATHE:

Elder Holland did indeed come on Tuesday. After hearing some seventies and their wives speak Elder Holland started his talk. It was very quiet and muffled he told the story about how he got a call at work from the hospital that they were trying to save his wife's life. He raced to the hospital and burst in the room. Sister Holland was on a bed with tubes everywhere. There were doctors frantically rushing around he said he was mortified but then he saw a ray of hope. On top of Sister Holland was a 100lbs nurse pounding on Sister Holland chest commanding her to breathe. Then he leaned into the microphone and pointed at us. "THAT'S WHAT I NEED FROM THESE MISSIONS. BREATHE!" He got on our case for not understanding how important our calling was and encouraged us to be bolder with people. He told us we had more authority than the Governor of Texas, Trump, Putin and the United Nations combined and so all we needed was to live righteously to get the power. 

It was incredible, he talked to us about the conversion of Alma the Younger how the angel caused a personal earthquake for him and then tied it into the reason why in Alma 29 Alma says he wants to be an angel to cry repentance unto every people. Why did Alma want people to be converted by the voice of an angel? Because that's what happened with him. 

He told us we were the spearhead unit of the church that we were people's first contact with the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and so we needed to act like disciples of Jesus Christ all the time. It was great and terrible all at the same time. I can definitely testify that he is a servant of the Lord.

Écoutes á ta femme:

I was on exchange this week with some English elders one of whom is from the Island of Kiribati in  micronesia, as a result Micronesians and most other Islanders, Love him. We (him, his companion, and myself) tried to contact someone he had met a while ago from the Island of pohnepei. We knocked on the door and no one answered. The next door neighbor talked to us for a minute then this drunk guy stumbled up with his sober wife, he was definitely Micronesian and she was undoubtedly pohnepei. The non Micronesian Elder thought they were Hispanic and started to speak to them in Spanish. The drunk guy started to talk to us and then started hugging me and the Micronesian Elder, his breath reeked of beer and honestly I thought I was going to hurl. His wife, the one we were actually trying to contact begged him to come inside and asked that we come back when he was sober. He yelled at us and her and told us to come inside. I suggested we should come back later but he yelled at us again. He was so drunk we literally had to carry him inside. 

The Micronesian Elder kept the guy occupied while we talked to the wife. She was super interested in getting baptized but she had to stop talking to us periodically to tell her husband to calm down. At one point he started cussing everyone out and said it was The Spirit and her reaction was priceless "Babe. R u serious right now? You seriously think it's the Holy Spirit?" 

At one point he flipped out and told me to speak in tounges. "Écoutes á ta femme" I said (Listen to your wife). But I didn't say it loud enough according to him and he made me keep saying it until I was shouting at him loud enough for the neighbors to hear this guy being told to listen to his wife. I felt bad but I earned his and his wife's respect for being able to stand up to him.  

Je vous aime,

Elder Murdoch