Dear World's Greatest Mom,
So Elder Balenaveikau is Fijian,
and was the only Fijian down here. We had gotten a not so nice racist
letter at the door of our flat, telling him to get out of there. The second
one, and the last straw to which we called mission president, was along the
lines of "we're coming after you" or something like that with not
so good racist name calling. So he went up north and I got Elder Osmeni,
the Albanian. That was sunday night we got the second one. We left the next
morning up to Canberra. Wasn't the most fun p-day. He's okay.
Elder Osmeni is from Albania,
which is on the other side of the Adriatic sea from Italy. It's by
Macedonia. He's a chef and worked before he came out at a five star hotel.
So far he's been the cook, and I am glady stepping aside. He's been
introduced to the members of the branch and talked a little about himself
when bearing his testimony at sacrament meeting. This week we actually
didn't really get to see our investigators. They were all not home or busy
or whatever. Eve is now out of the hospital and is just resting and waiting
for her results from the testing at the hospital. We left a note for her at
her house.
Even though the work here is
very slow, I love it here and there is great potential. Right now the focus
is the friends of Brother Shoobridge who have attended that game night
thing. We were able to catch one of them in the parking lot of Woolworths
(grocery) and talked about his beliefs and gave him a Book of Mormon, and
since we knew him, it was easy to talk to him and talk about the
church.
Well, today we are going to
build sandcastles at the beach. Time will come short when we aren't allowed
at the beach so taking advantage while I can.
Love you, thanks for the ring,
and tell Melissa she's awesome and I am so excited for her baptism!
Love,
Elder J. Cederlof
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