This week started out with a bad attendance at sacrament meeting. With the presidential elections coming up (tomorrow) almost nobody is home, and nobody wants to come to church either. Good thing, well sort of a good thing, is that right after church, Elder Alvarado and I headed for a very long trip to the south with the AP's. We got down there sunday night, stayed the night in some missionaries' house. In the morning we prepared the zone conference, and repeated the cycle the next day for another zone conference the following day. We didn't get back to our house until Tuesday at 11 o'clock at night.
Once we got back to working in our area, we made up the lost time by working like crazy. In our efforts for finding people, we made a deal with a group of people to come to church with us if we went with them. So...we went. It was actually really cool. The leader pastor guy dude let us introduce ourselves to everyone, and gave us about 15 minutes to "give them the work of God" (in his own words) I asked my companion if we should teach the restoration and we decided that it would be a little excessive to teach the restoration as invited guests in another church. So we did a little "Face to face with Elder Alvarado and Elder Case" Basically just having them ask us questions. It was super cool to answer their very interesting questions. We ended up going for about 35 minutes, but the leader pastor guy dude was the one asking most questions, so we decided to keep going.
Also this week we've sent a few missionaries home. By "this week" I mean, Today. And by "today" I mean, at 3 in the morning we had to leave to the airport. However the entire week we have been acting as lawyers fighting the law to be able to send the missionaries home, because they had a few problems legally with leaving the country (not because they did anything bad, but because one of them lost their passport and a bunch of other problems). One moment everything was good, I bought the plane tickets and we were set to go, the next, everything fell apart and I rescheduled the plane tickets. Then everything came together, and at the last moment (the night before) everything fell apart again. Basically we went to the airport, at 3 in the morning, not even knowing if they were going to be able to get on the plane. once we got there, we called in one of our lawyers and fought a good old battle of the law right there in the airport at 4 in the morning. In the end, we won, and the misisonaries got on their planes.
Right as they were getting on, we were about to walk to the car to go back home, and a group of anti-mormons came up to us. Them not knowing spanish, and me being the only one to speak english, means that I was one to talk to them. I wasn't going to argue with them... but it was a long stressful week, and I was tired, and they started to bring up some arguing topics. So I just let them have it. I may have destroyed their anti-faith (which I feel should be a good thing). Then we walked away, and they were left speachless. I'm really curious to see what happened after we left, but I guess we'll never know.
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