Four Stories

Story #1   Hueco en el Zapato

AS many of you may know, in the mission shoes wear out.  I believe that Elder Nyman can testify of that.  I have a very large whole in my right shoe and the guy I want to fix it doesnt trust me.  He wont give me his name and thinks I am a CIA agent... I think.  But its okay, now I can imploy Carlos the talking shoe in my contacts.  You might think that it wouldnt work... but your right it hasnt.  I still have hope.

Story #2  The cellphone continues.

AS you all might now I wrote about a certain hermana here in our ward who used the 50 bolivianos that the bishop gave her to buy food and bought a cell phone instead.  Sunday in church, states cell phone started to ring.  Luckily she was in the front row where everyone could hear her.  It also turns out that she has a ring tone to "Praise to the Man".  The bad thing is that she answered the phone and started to carry a conversation.  I actually thought it was very funny because the majority of the people had fallen asleep in the stake presidents talks.  But I guess its better to laugh than cry.  Which reminds me about the first part of this letter.....

Story #3  Borracho Loco

Crazy drunk.  Last Saturday the family that was going to give us dinner wasnt able to.  So as we are walking the streets of Tarija I decide that I am thirsty and only want a soda.  Luckily Walter found us.  HE'S the crazy drunk.  Normally I dont follow drunks, especially the crazy ones, but I thought I would have a good story afterwards.  I was right.  As we enter his patio, he sends his wife to buy us soda.  In the meantime he tells us that his name is Walter.... 28 times.  I then tell him to pull a chair out for him too.  After rejecting this invitation multiple times I convince him. But I hear a loud screaching sound.  He started to pull his giant living room chair.  Then after successfully pulling the chair out he insists that I sit there because I am American and it is such a pleasure to have an American in his house.  Would that make him a rascist to Bolivians?

Story #4  The confused catholic

Sunday, my companion and I went on a division with some of the members.  I went to a reference at the deep extremity of our area.  There we found his reference aka the confused catholic lady.  As we were teaching, she struggled to understand my spanish... as well as the spanish of the member.  Later he asks her if it is important for he church of Christ to have apostles.  She answers "Well the Catholic church already has them."  I ask her where are they.  She says slightly laughing at my foolish question "Well they're dead.  BUT they are inside of us".  Strike one.  Later she is convinced that we worship Joseph Smith.  But I convinced her that we worship BYU football.  Not really... but really.  Finally the climax came at the end of the lesson.  As I, wanting to escape from this pointless lesson, I ask if it is okay to end with a prayer.  She asks "Is it okay to prayer under a tree?"  "Of course" I respond.  THen she asks "Is it okay to pray under a roof"  Now I am more confused.  Do trees and roofs impead a prayer to the being who created these very things?  SHe then says "I think that we should pray under trees.  Where was Christ when he prayed?  Under a tree.  ANd José Smith?  Under a tree."..............  I was not aware that trees gave prayers mistacle power to reach our father in heaven.  But she might have a point.  I think we will have to try it out.  Trees... who would have thought.  And if I could find an olive tree I would be set!

The end