Harvesting

I'm doing great. Elder Winslow is really a great companion, and we have been getting much closer together than ever before this last week. We have been closer in unity, and we have been talking more than we used to as well. We are very glad to be working in both a ward and a branch - it allows us to have more opportunities to get our investigators to church, and we get double the spiritual boost each Sunday. And in the Branch, we get to know the members much more, and much better than in the ward before it split.

We decided that I don't know my area well enough, in case Elder Winslow transfers out, and I stay. So this week I am taking over driving in order to know it better. It's really scary for me, because I've never really driven in a busy city before, and I'm still nervous from my accident a while before I left on my mission.

In the Book of Mormon and the other scriptures, I have been studying the last few chapters of Jesus' visit. I have also been studying specifically looking for symbolism and deeper meanings, and my companion and I have made it a point to study for at least one of the investigators/members we'll be seeing each day.

Last Tuesday (or was it Wednesday?), we had a really neat experience with harvesting. We started saying the prayer at the door of the house, because they didn't want to wake up anybody else; we finished, and they invited us in to say another prayer with the whole family. We prayed, and we invited them to be baptized. One of the family members accepted immediately. She told us that she had wanted to get baptized in Haiti, but she was too young and her parents didn't want her to. After she moved here, she couldn't find the church again, but she still wanted to get baptized. It was an amazing experience!

In other news, my companion and I had to call 911 for someone. It was a member, Frè Tony, an older Haitian who got in a car accident. (You're not the only one, Paul!) We came to his house to pick him up, found out that he had been in the accident that morning and that he was in a lot of pain. We gave him a blessing and called 911. The lady asked us if we wanted police or rescue. We said "rescue." They sent a fire truck. :D Luckily, it didn't end up being life threatening. He's fine, he's just in a lot of pain.

I love you all! Thank you all for your letters of encouragement and support!

Thanks,

Eldè Slade