As a big portion of the missionaries in the mission were transferring to new areas or getting new companions, Anziano Freckleton powered through another work week here in Livorno. However, although it may have been "another" work week, it was far from normal! In the past seven days: we witnessed a moped accident (the woman did not die), ate AMERICAN tacos from a man in our ward, and got into an inactive member's home for the first time since I've been in Livorno who is now converted to another religion that is our big proselyting competition on the Italy streets.
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| Toscana Zone--w/President and Sister Allen |
Sorella Johnson (one of the sister missionaries in our district) was blessed with a greeny from Alaska this past week named Sorella Carter. So, it was rather amusing getting to see her wide-eyed and panicky on Sunday as the members came up and welcomed her in Italian. Heck, it was even fun watching Jerry (the new Nigerian member) welcome her on Sunday because even though he was speaking English, she couldn't understand anything!
I think the highlight of my week was getting a particularly interesting phone call from one of our Nigerian investigators. The man called us to explain an "emergency" situation in his camp where when of the government workers that was checking up on things admitted that she didn't believe in God. Our friend wanted us to come over ASAP to "convince the lady that there is a God". So, Anziano Freckleton rushed over and had an immediate sit-down with this lady in front of all the Africans in the camp and taught her a little bit about God and how we can know him. Although she was atheist, she was a good sport and let us have a little conversation with her. ;)
Another good thing that's been happening in Livorno is CIBO (food). When I first got to this place, we neverrrrr had a meal appointment. But, as of late, we've been getting a lot of meal invitations. I scheduled two lunch appointments yesterday on Anziano Freckleton's birthday and it was painful. We came to the first appointment pretty full on pancakes, left the appointment STUFFED on pasta. Then, we went to the second lunch appointment stuffed on pasta and left dead. Part of the death was due to the overeating and part of the it came from the spiciness of lunch number two (an African meal prepared by Jerry).
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| African food with Anziano Freckleton |
As for the actual meat of our day (the missionary work), it's been really interesting. Although we are seeing more Italians in our days, the people that will really be able to sustain and grow the church here, the people that are meeting with us are weird! It's hard meeting with the type of people that I'm embarrassed to introduce members to. Although the Africans I've come into contact since arriving here in Livorno are in a difficult situation to be a support to the ward (due to the language barrier), they have the sweetest souls ever. When I was "translating" priesthood meeting on Sunday from Italian to English, I was having the time of my life. The lesson was on temples, but I soon found myself teaching about the Gospel of Jesus Christ to an enthused audience.
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