The zone leaders flew back to Tonga for a little while, and they asked us to teach one of their investigators, a 9 year old girl named 'Ofa from Ha'akio. She was baptized on Saturday. Her parents were just divorced, and her mom grew up in the church and wanted her baptized, but her dad said no. Now that they're divorced she's started coming to church again, and since her daughter is 9 years old she needed to be taught by the missionaries before baptism. She's a great girl and she was a lot of fun to teach.
This week I read the Book of Mormon (the one after 4 Nephi) and it really impressed me how much Mormon's life stank. He literally had to stand at the front of the Nephite army and watch his people fall apart. They were past the point of repentance and their downfall had been prophesied since the time of Nephi, so he knew what was coming and couldn't do anything about it, but he kept on trucking and got the records passed on like a man.
Compared to Jesus, anyone's bad day seems pretty good. I love him. As time goes, study time always seems to turn into that. It's all about Jesus and I love him.
I wish I could go to some little island somewhere where nobody'd heard of the church yet. Every time we go and teach someone, with the exception of little kids, it seems like they already have a good idea of what we're about and they have a good idea of how to say 'no'
I love it here, and even though I know the coming months will be a lot of fun it will be hard to leave this behind. I'll never forget this people.
I love you!