7 baptisms, 1 wedding, 1 baby and a whole lot of Pancit!

Pamilya ko!

This week was the happiest, most incredible, most stressful week ever
and I wouldn't change it for the world! So Saturday we had seven
baptisms scheduled for our ward, four for us and three from the other
missionaries! One of the other missionaries investigators has been a
long time investigator, her husband is a recently returned less active
and her conversion was the final battle for Sister Q, who has
been working on her for 6 months and shes goes home in two weeks. This
lady finally committed to be baptised after all this time, and Sister
Q truly believed that if her baptism didn't go through this time
she would never be able to commit again. The problem was, shes 9
months pregnant, and Thursday morning, two days before the baptism she
went into labour. We thought it was all over for her until Friday
morning we heard false alarm! And hoping the baby wouldn't be born in
the actual font, she was able to be baptised and confirmed without
problem. Our family were amazing. We knew they were solid and wouldn't
have any problems but we still fasted hard and worked so hard for
them. We shared our testimonies the night before and they all told us
about the changes in their lives since they've been coming to church.
When I asked the little boys what they liked about church they said
the learning....and the friends. But mostly the learning. They also
told us that earlier that morning they had woken up with 20 pesos for
the day, which is 50 cents, and couldn't afford food for the day, and
their youngest son had a bad fever and needed help. So he suggested
they pray as a family. Sister called her auntie and she said she
wanted her to do some laundry for her and paid her, they also found
out they're getting a huge government payout for some reason and
little MakMak was running around outside playing by midday. They are
so faithful its incredible. Their baptism was all over the place. We
went to pick them up and did sisters hair and makeup and she looked
like a celebrity, she was so happy because she never gets to look nice
as she can't afford it. We had their wedding in Bishops office, and it
was literally them, their siblings, the Bishopric and us. Small and
intimate and so perfect. At the end we got to sign the witness papers.
Their first language is Ilokano but they asked for the ceremony to be
in Tagalog so we could understand. They are incredible. By the time
the wedding was over we were 45 minutes late for the baptism and had
to rush it through as the other ward had baptisms straight after.
There were seven people getting baptised all up, so the whole front
row was filled with people in white suits. It took ages, but the
spirit was so strong. The water came out a putrid green sludge so when
we got there and saw it we had to book it to refill it a couple times
until it was only a little bit sludgy. There were so many
investigators present and they all brought kids, so as the final talks
and testimonies were happening, we were on kid duty outside. I have
never seen children so insane. There was about 15 of them running the
halls. At one point on of them was lying on the floor while another
one sat on his head and was repeatedly punching him in the face, and
there was another little girl who had pulled his pants down and was
pinching his bare bum. We had to literally pull kids off each other
and throw them into rooms and hold doors closed so they couldn't
escape. All this while the most beautiful spititual talks were
happening inside the next room. Man, the things we do. Eventually it
was over and we took all friends and family into the office and had a
cake ceremony for the married couple. Earlier in the day I felt the
sudden urge to buy a cake, so we bought this massive fancy on with
their name on it, and when they saw it they were really about to cry.
This is the best thing that ever happened to them and they really are
too happy. I love this work. I love this place, I don't even want to
leave!

Oh and I forgot from last week, we had balut. We put it off for ages,
and one day the Sisters in our apartment brought some home for us so
we just had to do it. It was the worst thing ever. It was hard and
soft and chewy and there were feathers and a beak. The beak was the
worst. And we ran into our mission president in the supermarket buying
Durian, which is this fruit which is wife said 'tastes like heaven but
smells like hell'. Its actually illegal to take it into public places
because it smells so bad. So they bought it for us, which then stunk
out our whole house, tasted like off custard but is actually kinda
delicious. When we couldn't finish it it all told President who ten
minutes later rocked up on our doorstep yelling at us from the street,
so we all go out in our pyjamas to give it to him and see a car full
of office elders outside. Just chillin on the porch in the middle of
the night with President and a bunch of Elders. So random. I love our
mission.

Love you all,
Sister McKim

Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it.

So I know General Conference weekend is amazing all the time, and over
the last couple years its become my favourite, but its on another
level of exciting when you're a missionary! The highlights were
probably the same as everybody else, I love Elder Bednar so much, he
gets to the point, and its my favourite thing when people call people
to repentance, he was awesome. Every time he talks it takes me back to
this one thing he said when he visited us in Adelaide years ago that
gets me every time.... President Uchtdorf, hilarious and made a lot of
good points that made a lot of sense. And as always, Elder Holland, he
made me cry right there in the chapel in front of everyone. He is the
most incredible speaker I have ever heard. Before I came out here I
would youtube videos of him talking just to hear him speak. I love it,
General Conference!

So as we get closer to our family baptism which is this coming
Saturday, we get more and more nervous about what we say and do just
incase something goes wrong. We were particularly worried about
tithing, so we put the lesson off for ages until we really felt we
were prepared to teach it as these people out here are pretty poor and
it could be a dealbreaker for even the solid investigators. So on
Tuesday we get to their house, armed with scriptures and stories and
our best fellowshipper, and we mention tithing and he laughs. The dad
goes, yeah I know all about it, I was just waiting for you to ask.
Then proceeds to teach us a lesson about the importance of giving and
says he can't wait to start paying it. We were jaws to the floor.
These people really do exist. They are also hard out fellowshipping
the whole neighbourhood. We took them to general conference yesterday,
and the dad especially was absolutely giddy when President Monson
spoke. We went to a different chapel than we were assigned because it
was closer, and later found out that a big group of our investigators
went to the session at the other chapel. They had told us they had a
family event and couldn't go but at some point one of the members went
and tracked them down, picked them up and drove them 45 minutes to
conference. We currently have about 12 baptismal dates for the month
of November so we're praying it all goes ahead for them all. Man.
Miracles. This place. I'm scared to leave because I can't imagine
anywhere being this good but I'm also making sure I'm prepared for
anything.

So this weeks funny stories. Last night we were teaching this
investigator we haven't taught in over a month, its been ages, and we
just really needed to have a good lesson with him. It was all going
well, and I was in the middle of talking and just about to ask him to
be baptised, and his baby that he is holding......passes gas. I ignore
it and keep going, but he goes ahhh sorry sorry, and I'm like its
fine, and start talking again, then he cuts me off and goes, ...whats
the word for that in English? Sister Storey is appaled and leaves it
to me. I'm like....a fart? And he's like ohhh yes fart. Sorry about
the farts. So the moments kind of over, and so awkwardly with nothing
else to say, I go, whats the word in Tagalog? So he tells us and were
like, oh cool. Awkward again. And then I continue on and invite him to
be baptised. Just so you know, hes gonna talk to his wife about it.
 We have this hilarious member family who drive us home from our area 
out in the jungle. We get there and they dont have their motorbike so were stuck,
 the dad, the worlds most helpful old man, happens to be chilling in his,
undergarmets only, which are not for human eyes. Hes so excited to
help us, so he starts running up and down the street searching the
streets for a bike for us. We're like no come back! That is BAWAL!
Awkies for everyone. But funny nonetheless.

I could write more but I'm gonna try reply to some of you, love you
all, keep up the good work, and watch out for your friends, you never
know who needs you to be their angel!
Mahal ko kayo!
Sister McKim xx

One testimony

Hello from the Promised Land of Laoag!

Ok I know I’m such a missionary right now, but I’m putting aside all
of the other stories this week to tell you about one, because its the
best story ever and nobody will appreciate it if its surrounded by
other random things.

When I got here there were no progressing investigators, nothing to
work with, my trainer was still new and there wasn’t too far we could
get with out limited experience and Tagalog. It was kind of hard going
to church the first couple Sunday’s knowing we had no investigators
coming, nobody even thinking of coming and having no idea how to get
them there. In probably my third week we went down this path that we’d
never been down before, I guess because nobody thought it was worth it
before. We go and we meet this lovely lady in her 30’s outside her
house and we teach her, as we do most people we meet on the street,
and shes nice enough, like everyone else we meet. We come back and her
husband joins in, we invite them to church as we do everyone and
didn’t really expect them to come. The place they live is so far away
from the chapel, they’re pretty poor and they don’t really go more
than a couple of minutes walk past their house ever. We walk into
church on Sunday and the dad is sitting there in the foyer waiting for
us and we were so surprised! He keeps coming back for the next couple
weeks, so we teach him but his wife has now stopped listening as she
has her own religion and doesn’t wanna change, we also find out she
only speaks Ilokano and doesn’t really understand us and they’re not
married, so even if he wanted to get baptised he couldn’t unless she
agrees. So it comes to the crunch, we take our secret weapon with us
and he works his magic in Ilokano and the spirit, and by the end of
the lesson we have both of them and two of their sons committed to
marriage and baptism!! The last few weeks they’ve been coming to
church so diligently. They read the Book of Mormon and pray together
every night, we shared the Word of Wisdom and they happily agreed. One
week their motorbike broke so the dad walked two hours to church. The
repairs also used up all their savings so they sometimes literally
can’t afford to eat, but they come to church every week. They have
that incredible faith you don’t come across often. This Sunday was
fast and tesimony Sunday, and the dad gets up, walks to the front, and
bears his testimony. He says he knows that this is the only true
church on the earth, its the truth hes been looking for his whole
life, and he has already seen it change his life. He thanked us for
coming to find him and his family and for the happiness that they now
have. We cried like babies. The ward was crying, everyone was feeling
the spirit so strong. He’s not even baptised yet! So in two weeks on
October 19th, they will be married and then afterwards the four of
them will be baptised. That moment when he spoke is one of the
happiest moments of my life. Knowing that that family is so converted
and has found that truth in the gospel through our efforts is the
greatest feeling in the world. And its not at all us, our teaching is
awkward and our Tagalog is bad, but they feel the spirit and they are
doing everything they can to come closer to the Lord. There is no more
incredible feeling. If I don’t baptise another person my whole mission
it will be worth it for them. The other best part is that we are also
teaching their friends who live close by. We have around seven lady
investigators who are seriously progressing and gaining testimonies,
but we’re holding off on their baptisms until we can teach their
husbands too. Oh it is a joy. I don’t know what the Lord is blessing
me so much but He is. I don’t deserve the happiness I have but these
people deserve the Gospel and someones got to bring it to them, and I
am humbled that I was chosen to be the one to do that. Missionary work
is the greatest work on earth.

Please understand the point of this story. I always used to think
like, well yeah I love the Gospel and it makes me happy, but I don’t
know why other people would want to accept it from the outside looking
in, because it is a lot of effort to stay strong. But this week I
realised from this family, and from the stories of other
investigators, that I have no reason to complain about my life in
anyway, I have everything, and there are some people who need this
Gospel in their lives because they literally have nothing else. Its
such a blessing to be here in this country where I can teach these
humble people and bring this joy into their hard lives.

This church is the best thing that ever happened to us, and only
through it can we be eternally happy. What have you done lately to
deserve to have eternal happiness? All of us, especially me, can work
a little harder.

I love this work. I love you all.

Mahal ko kayo,

Sister McKim

Oh it is wonderful

Hello po everybody!

So this will have to be a quickie. Basically what I do with your emails is copy paste and print so I don’t read them til later, and last week I got a ton because of my birthday and was SO excited to get home and read them. Get inside the apartment, and no papers. Realised I’d left them in the tricie and died a little bit inside. People who have served missions will understand, a week without emails is like a week of struggletown. You NEED them to keep going, and I was more than a little depressed for a minute there, like almost not wanting to work depressed, but, as we do on our mission, I prayed that I wouldn't let it be a distraction for me, that I could forget about it. NNext minute, I had the thought to go outside, and on the street I see these mangled pieces of paper which had been run over by cars and I realised that it was my emails, and got more depressed. BUT THEN I realised there was only three pieces of paper and started searching the streets. I enlisted the help of a bunch of neighbourhood kids who are obsessed with us and spend all of their time waiting outside our apartment for us to come out, and got them to run around the neighbourhood tracking them down. Turns out a local hooligan had found them and run away, but the small children tracked him down and sorted it out and ten minutes later they rocked up on the doorstep holding a super wet and mangled pile of papers, that with a huge amount of effort I was able to pry apart and read a couple words off a couple people emails. I didn't even care anymore, I was happy beyond belief! But then I realised it was the answer to my prayer. Pero it means this weeks time has been dedicated to reprinting your emails so I haven't read anyones from the last two weeks yet!

Our family is doing amazing, the dad is future stake president, hes filled up a whole notebook from our lessons and church, his wife prayed in church for the first time ever in public and even the kids manage to sit quietly in church long enough to sing the hymns. We love them so much. I was thinking this week about other peoples emails I've read from their missions and they talk about their amazing investigators, and then its usually like skip that, get to the funny bits. But really only people who have experienced this will understand, this family we are teaching now are probably the most important people to me, we think about them all day every day and we truly love them. I cant even describe how happy it makes me to see their family grow in happiness as they progress in the Gospel. Its a feeling like nothing else. We also have been teaching their whole little neighbourhood which is all of their cousins, siblings and whatnot. We have about 12 other ladies up there who are seriously interested investigators so the next step is teaching their husbands and really getting them to progress. We went up there the other day to watch the Joseph Smith DVD and all our ladies saw us and came and watched it for the second time. At the end I saw the dad trying to hide that he was crying. We got him to bear his testimony and by the end of it I was crying. He's amazing. They're all amazing. We had 9 investigators at church this week, and a bunch of our less actives came. We sat at the back and babysat about 8 kids so all the parents could sit and listen at the front. Church was amazing, favourite Sunday so far. Our Gospel Principles teacher had everyone loving it, he is the absolute man. He told us that they invited him to go to Utah to translate the Book of Mormon into Ilokano but he had to say no because his family needed him to stay. Dedication, the man!

There is nothing like a mission. This is the best thing in the world.

Have to run now but know that I love you all and appreciate every email and letter, I can feel your prayers and know that I pray for you all too. Work hard in everything you do in life, because maybe for the first time in my life I'm truly working hard and I love it.

This church is true, which means we have to do everything it tells us to do.

Go baptise your friends.

Love you all,

Sister McKim

If in doubt......pray

What a week!

 

So first of all, thanks for all the birthday messages! WOW so this email is going to be really quick since I just spent literally half an hour copy pasting them to print them for later. So thankyou for everyone, when I read them I'll try reply or write letters home for you all, but keep the love coming I really appreciate it! I know a bunch of you have sent letters, and we had our letter day for the month on Wednesday and I was dying for the mail and then when it finally came....I had one. The office elders hadn't had time to get them for a couple weeks so hopefully soon I'll finally be able to get them and start replying!

 

Birthday was great, the older you get apparently the less you care though haha. All I wanted for my birthday was my family we're teaching to come to church, because if they miss a week their baptisms get postponed. They live a long way away and they can't really afford to get there so its always a struggle for them. So we sit outside church and wait for the first half an hour, and nothing. Were freaking out, a little. Then just as were feeling devastated, the mum walks in to Relief Society with a bunch of the ladies, I wanted to cry I was so happy. Kids are in primary, they're loving it, its all good, but no dad. Nobody knows where he is, he didn't come with them and Bishops getting involved, getting him on the phone and whatnot. All the leaders are hard out helping us with them because we know that the dad is seriously going to help the church because hes going to be a strong Pristhood holder. So were in the hallway, because the littlest kid is scared of primary, hes crying, the mums getting upset, Bishops furiously making phone calls, were praying like crazy in our heads, and like a movie, the dad walks in. And like superman he walks over and dries the kids tears with his shirt. Primary finishes and the kids walk out and everybodys smiling and happy. It was like a movie. I'm thinking IS THIS REAL LIFE? Haven't got the whole epic rundown of the story yet but sounds like his bike broke halfway to church and he WALKED THERE, apparently for like 2 hours. Nobody knows. Ah man. This mission.

 

So we have also been rocking some pretty wicked typhoon weather this week that kept us indoors a lot which sadly ruined all our teaching goals, but was more distressing for the other sisters in our apartment who had a baptism of three people on Saturday afternoon, which even if it went ahead, nobody would be able to come, and probably not even us since when it floods we are literally flooded into our apartment by a deep river outside the house. Everyone was stressing, one of the boys being baptised was home with a hectic fever, there was no power in the neighbourhood, nobody knew what to do. And then, an hour before the baptism, the rain stopped, the river sort of went down, and all the committed people made it there on time. And then it typhooned again the whole time, and stopped just for us all to get home. Whoever said there aren't miracles on the earth now aren't Mormons. If you're not Mormon, get Mormon now because you're missing out!

 

I could tell you a hundred funny stories from this week but I'll have to save some goodies for later. So we were at this important investigators house for dinner who we love love love, and they serve us cooked livers. I'm not sure if it was the taste or the consistency or the thought but I was struggling. I finally chuck a huge chunk in my mouth which my body immediately rejected and I was any second about to send it back out over the table. I was struggling to keep it down, I had tears coming out, I was really terrified about what was about to happen, and I'm PRAYING that something happens and next second a random DOG immerges out from under the dinner table in this persons house, which has apparently been there the whole time and everyone starts freaking out trying to get rid of it, as I'm over here crying and praying and trying to eat the livers and so happy nobody is looking at me. Ah man, moral of this story is, prayers get answered.

 

This week we had a huge zone training with 116 missionaries and President gave a training about declaring repentance that basically changed my life. I don't care what anyone else says, I have the best mission president in the world. He's equally as genius as he is hilarious. I can't imagine life without this mission. One thing that I really realised that people need to get through their heads, and is obviously taken me a long time to get to this point, is that hard work brings happiness. Even when we die, heavens not all sitting around on recliner clouds, we will be WORKING. Really hard. But those of us who learn to love the hard work in this life will be loving life then, and those who don't...not really sure whats gonna happen to those people but I'm pretty sure I don't wanna be one.

 

This church is true. The Book of Momon is the most important book in the world. And if you read it and pray every day and go to church, you will be so so happy. Four hours of Gospel study a day isn't enough anymore.

Love you all,

Sister McKim xxx

Cleaning the sister missionaries shoes, with toothbrushes.

 

VIP's, kidnappings and other missionary tales

Seriously, p-day again, it was p-day yesterday!

So this week, insane as usual. On Tuesday morning we had a lunch appointment with our rich neighbour across the street. They're straight up millionaires and live in Hawaii and just come back to their mansion in San Nicolas whenever they feel like it. So we walk over and theres literally the whol neighbourhood standing outside, plus a parade, a marching band, all this crazy stuff doing on. Turns out its San Nicolas day! Something to do with the saint who this place is named after. Anyway the neighbours put on this huge street party and they had this classy buffet thing serving to all the locals. We walk close and theres one our investigators working it, so she pulls us out of the crowd and sits us down on one of the shaded tables in the VIP area where its all the rich people from town, which were loving. So chilling waiting to get served, our other investigator is working security at the door and comes and gets us from the table and takes us into the SUPER VIP area inside the house, which were loving. Basically because were white everybody knows and loves us. The mayor spots us and waves, so excited to see us, usual stuff. So were making besties, handing out pamphlets, the whole shebang and we go in to get food and its CHAOS. It was like a mosh pit in there, you couldn't move your arms, and there were so many people crammed into the kitchen that people couldn't lift there arms enough to actually get any food. This is like the towns elite, the mayor is in there, the millionaire family and all old ladies in heels and pearls and all the biz. Old ladies are mercilessly shoving me into a wall to get rice and I'm really just trying to resist the uge to....do something not very nice, but it was all good. Eventually we got out of there and our rich landlady spots us and puts us on an even better VIP table and scores us extra drinks, genius. Local celebrities I swear, but at least it helps in the work :-)

So were teaching the worlds best family right now, and our whole hearts and souls are going into them because they're a family and they are so hard and so important to get! At first they didn't seem that keen but the dad came to church two weeks in a row and suddenly got super keen, but his wife said she was really happy in her church and refused to come to the lessons. This week we took our secret weapon, the mission prep teachers whos whole life revolves around missionary work. We get to their house, and he gets the mum involved. The dad commits to baptism but says the mum won't budge. Then our secret weapon starts talking, nobody knows what he said because it was Ilokano, pero next minute they're LOVING IT and they COMMITTED TO GET MARRIED THIS WEEK AND BAPTISED! And were sitting there like, jaws to the floor, thinking is this real life. So the whole family in the space of less than a week is coming to church, reading and praying as a family every day and working towards baptism. The dad literally went to get the marriage papers the next day but theres problems with birth certificates so the Bishop and him are sorting it out and there should be a wedding any week now. I can't believe it. I'm praying like crazy that the baptism will go ahead. The dad answers every question in gospel principles, he reads everything, I swear he could be the next Bishop. This week we're planning on working harder than EVER because we need this for them, so excited, so so happy!

So I'm kind of falling apart this week, I'm rocking some pretty wicked leprosy type disease that is slowly eating me alive and nobody knows what it is and is not really going away, should be right though. And the other night I was cooking and burned my finger on hot oil which burned halfway through my finger. At first it was ok, and then it kinda hurt, and next minute I'm crying myself to sleep while Sister Storey is running around trying to take care of me, bless her heart. Its a pretty wicked injury. It hurt. So much. But nobodys got time to sit around and worry about it, theres too much work to do.

So in other news this week, we had a near kidnapping experience, sort of. Ah dear. So we were out in the jungle and caught a tricie home, which is like a motorbike with a little sidecar thing. We tell him where to go and he all of a sudden darts off the road into this sketchy jungle path to apparently nowhere. Sister Storey starts freaking out and yelling at him no no Baranggay 13! He ignores and shes like STOP STOP HINDI PO HINDI PO! He doesn't. And she turns to me and shes like we're getting kidnapped right now. I'm starting to believe it, I'm like, should we just jump out?? SHOULD WE?? I sort of really just wanted to jump out, woulda been fun but he was going way fast. She starts screaming at him again and out of nowhere he pulls back onto the main road and towards home and were like, what actually just happened! Nobody knows. The moral of the story is, we weren't kidnapped. But hilarious.

Ah man, theres a million stories I could tell you from this week. Elder Ramsay and I will give you all the full run down when we get home, we see each other at least twice a week so were always having the greatest of chats possible in a legitimate Elder/Sister kind of way.

Anyways love you all, the church is true. Every day of this mission just gets better and better, people are put in our way that need us and we do things that shouldn't be humanly possible sometimes, but we do them because were set apart by the Lord. I love this mission and this work and I love you all. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, can't wait for Sunday!

I barely ever take photos so I'll get better. These ones are our neighbours dog which some kids destroyed, so sad but kinda hilarious. The worlds sketchiest bridge, which is now even sketchier since it was destroyed in a storm and half collapsed but we still have to use it and the marketplace. I'll do better ones this week.

Sister McKim

xxx

Is it P'day already?

Hello po family and friends!

I can't believe its P-day again already, its always P-day.

Where to even begin. So this week was full of ups and downs as usual. We attended a funeral of a little boy on Thursday which was a really sad but humbling experience. We were asked to sing at it and I really felt the spirit strong, and I knew that the family were comforted that day. One of the bishopric gave a talk as he always does and his life basically revolves around missionary work and he literally gave us a ten minute shout out at the funeral which was super awkward for us, we sat up the back pretending it wasn't happening. Then just to make it more awkward after the closing prayer everyones preparing to go to the cemetary and he jumps up and announces that everyone still has to go to mission prep tonight. He is, so committed haha we love him he really helps us with the work though so hes great.

We had Stake Conference yesterday which was a while away so the church hired out a jeepney to transport us and all of our investigators there who couldn't afford it. So we go round them all up the day before, and one of our investigators has been heaps sketchy and avoiding us, but she seemed pretty keen to come. So in the morning we meet her there and shes got 3 friends with her so were thinking sweet, new investigators! So we get there and the four of them will not come inside, they're like go on ahead and we'll come in later, and we're thinking, it starts in like 2 minutes you gotta go sit down. So we turn our backs for a second and THEY'RE GONE! And we see them hiding across the street, and by this point we've got all the other missionaries involved so we all trek across the street and make them sit inside. We had to sit at the front because we were singing so we told the Elders to keep and eye on them. We got up to sing ten minutes in and they had already bailed. We were pretty gutted, and angry. So when its over we head back to the jeepney and they're inside! They make up some excuse about sitting at the back, which they didn't and it gets real awkward for the rest of the ride, especially when we have to pay for them. The worst part about it is she was telling us about her husband who works in Manila who was visiting this week, and when we see her holding hands with the man were like OH ITS YOUR HUSBAND so excited! And then he tells us his name and were like....thats not your husband. So we basically brought them on a free shopping trip to Paoay and harboured an affair. Great. But we had the worlds most solid investigator come so thats the plus side. The nicest man in the world, and he always makes his kids listen and always reads more than we ask him to and comes to church even though its hard, the only problem is his wife isn't keen, and they're not legally married yet so he can't be baptised unless they do. Story of our lives. Nobody here is married and nobodys that keen to either.

My favourite lesson ever was this week! We just find ladies on the street and they let us in and invite all their friends so they can hear us speak English. So we do that and are chilling with this lady and she invites us back. We walk in and shes keen to hear it until her drunk auntie waltzes in, expensive liquor in one hand and cigarette in the other and starts professing her Catholic beliefs and how she won't even touch the Book of Mormon because  she is so faithful she doesn't need anything more, which is poisoning the mind of our nice lady who suddenly isn't so keen and starts getting really rude. She says she will listen to our message because we were already there, but she will not ask questions because she does not want to appear interested and she will not be convinced so we shouldn't even try. These lessons are my favourite, because in Tagalog I can get as far as saying basic things like Joseph Smith was a prophet and basic doctrines. So she reluctantly agrees with everything we say until the apostasy, which is when she started to realise that the underlying message was that our church is the true church and hers...isn't exactly. So she starts firing off questions, and doctrines and bible scriptures are coming to my mind like never before. She starts trying to trick us, and I'd be like, thats fairly close but you see it says in the bible that....My favourite bit was when I'd just finished talking about how the other churches changed the doctrines and we said how it says in the Bible that Jesus was baptised by immersion, and she talks about how its ok to do sprinkle baptisms instead of immersion now, so I'm like I understand that your church believes that but in the Bible it says this, and OUR church believes in the Bible. That made her go quiet. So we finished up and she was speechless. She knew it was true and she couldn't deny it. So we were like, we know you said you didn't want us to teach you again so thats fine, we won't, and she goes.....you can come back. SUCCESS! I've never done a post lesson fist pump so hard!

Ahh so, this work is fun. I can't get over how much fun I'm having teaching, and how happy I am when people progress. I learn something new everyday that is going to help me in my life later and I can't imagine how much harder my life would have been if I didn't come out here. This is necessary for me to become the person I want to be, I'm so changed already and so so happy!

I love you all so much! Keep sending the photos and the updates. The photos attached are of our Zone birthday party for September, so me and Elder Ramsay celebrating together as usual, and the other one is when Sister Storey couldn't find the keys and we were locked out of our apartment and trying to break in with bobby pins.

The church, is true. Which means we all better step it up in life, otherwise eternity is gonna be rough, and I'm finally starting to realise just how long eternity is.

You're the best.

Love Sister McKim 

xxxx