Many are Called, but Few are Chosen

Many are Called, but Few are Chosen

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

3rd Week Gostoso!!


Ok! so here in Brazil everybody thinks that i am Brazilian, so people always ask me ´what part of Brazil are you of?´ and so i always say ´no, sou de Nebraska´(no, i am of Nebraska). and 82.65% of the time they say Oh! where in Africa is that? haha my companion cracks up every-time without fail!
But the funniest thing is when people hear you are American. If they find out you're American, some people say ´gostoso´ which means tasty! It happened to both my companion and I with the young women in our ward! so its suuuppppeerrrr awka awkward. My Companion always says that bringing home a Brazilian wife is easier than riding a bike. 

OH MY GOODNESSSSSSSS CARNAVAL PEOPLE! 
It ended this week thank goodness. the highlight of my week was when we walked by this group of guys dressed up like girls. one of them stops us and says ´help! help! my friend needs a blessing! He is turning into a woman!´ I thought that this was absolutely hilarious! Not making fun of us, but the situation we were in.  But my companion was sooo ticked. haha I guess it is good that i don't have an uptight attitude or else i think this would feel a lot like a spiritual prison. Wait it is...... that's why we are here!!
People here are straight up crazy. WE saw a mother sitting on her steps drinking a beer with her friends and she puts it next to her for a little bit right? Her little 2 year old son was just running around and he grabs the beer and starts drinking it! I was like freaking out inside my head like ´what do we do in that situation? I'm used to talking with adults about drinking but a 2 year old is a little different.´ The worst part is that the mother and her friends just laughed about it.
To show you a little more about how crazy people are during carnaval google ´guy gets hit by car in carnaval´ people were freaking out! CARS DO NOT STOP FOR PEOPLE. straight up. I'm about to tell you the saddest story of my life.
We were in the car with a member of our church right? and he was taking us to lunch. I'm just chilling in the back seat, daydreaming or something like that and i see this group of kids playing with their dog in the middle of the street. keep in mind that this is a group of LITTLE kids. we are talking like 8 or 9 years old. So naturally, people would slow down right? NO. So the kids see us coming and they move out of the way, but the dog stayed! And this dude just drops that dog. No brake or anything! now you can only imagine my reaction, but i let out theeeee GIRLIEST gasp ever. If you heard that then looked at my face, you would have that he shot a man.

 I was like ´Irmão!  você apenas passou por cima do cão!´ (Brother! you just ran over a dog!) 

and he said, quote unquote ´que não deve ter sido na estrada´ (it shouldnt have been in the road).

 I almost cried.


 the ward familia is so dope! but our bishop is a punk. yesterday we asked if we could stop by to teach his family and he said we could at five so it is like 4;50 and we are almost to his house when I have the feeling to talk to this person on the other side of the street. so i do and we end up teaching the first lesson. and so we go to the bishops hows and and his wife says that he waited till five and he went to sleep... WOW

my companions name is elder Vaterlaus from  Ohio! way cool guy. he is going to BYU and goes home in 8 weeks. 

Week 2 in the Bag



Yooooo so if you thought last week was beyond loco than you got another thing comin!
Alright so there is this little thing here in Brazil called Carneval. In means ´the fiesta of carne´ or the party of the body. EVERYBODY and their dogs have been partying non stop for the last week! like if you thought you were a partier than you haven't been to Brazil.

In most areas in this mission, the missionaries have to stay inside cause everybody runs around blaring music, doing drugs and wearing absolutely nothing..... well lucky us got placed in such a gghheeetttoooo area that we are still required to work! so during the last week, it was not uncommon to see every middle aged man the 89 year old dressed up in woman's clothing! like i just died laughing when i first saw it!

Everybody is wasted too so it is so pointless to talk to anybody. That is what my companion said. He obviously doesn't know me that well. (:  so everybody i see LITERALLY everybody i see i say " ói! podamos da convite para voce?" (Can we give you and invite?) 
and more than half of the people are like "are you the police?"
 "mmm no."  
then let me give you an invite!

and then they turn up their music even louder and pull us in the start dancing or else they chew our butts out for a half an hour about how we worship the devil. personally i like when they start dancing with us cause then i just flash them a couple of my moves and tell them I am being moved by the holy spirit! hahaha its seriously the funnnniest thing ever!
Thursday was the worst day since Vietnam. so it just starts pouring and everybody went to the big party that they have in florianopolis... our umbrellas broke from the wind and like noon and i thought we were in hurricane Katrina the rest of the day. I was getting to the point where i was just like "Jesus take the wheel!"

So we were already having a bad day and we decide ´hey ya know what, we are soaking wet! we don't have umbrellas and we are not about to walk 7 kilometers back home'. so we try taking a short cut through this jungle type thing. we are crossing over this river on a log and my shirt gets caught on a branch and the whole entire sleeve rips off! LIKE CMON! what did i do to deserve this!

so we are almost home and this lady stops us and asks if we are missionaries and we are just thinking... óh my goodness if she says anything about my 18 moms or romeo and juliet... somebodys dogs are getting killed

But then she said her husband was a member way back and she was always interested in our church and wanted us to teach her on monday  and i was just like ´THANK YOU HEAVENLY FATHER!` I dont know why he needed to, but making  us go through hurricane katrina, rip my shirt in half and make me want to die to give us this blessing but im glad he did!
So to sum up how much fun i am having. my companion and i taught a bunch of kids how to say, i want some purple drank.....Life made..

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

1st Week In Brazil

Whats up y’all!

After flying for a whole day, I arrived in Brazil! But it was defiantly worth it. When I arrived to the airport they were blasting Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus and i knew i was going to love it here. The Mission pres. speaks absolutely zero English. Along with every single other person! Needless to say, I have gotten pretty dang good at the language here. My companion is seriously so awesome. He is this white boy from Ohio and he’s the District Leader so we get a lot done. He is the only one I can communicate with fluently at the moment so I am hoping that our companionship does not go downhill or else I am absolutely screwed because then I can’t talk to anybody.

1st day here.

I was held up by a drunk man. Like straight up! After a looooooooooooonnnnnnnggggg flight, I had to go out with my companion and find people to teach and it is like 8 o’clock, so it is started to get dark, but it is still like 89 degrees outside. So we are just sweating our butts off and I feel something on my back so I go to turn around and this man screams at me!! I almost needed a change of clothing I was so scared! So instinct kicks in and I start taking off running. Then I remember I had a companion so I turn around and the fool is talking to the drunk man and I just remember thinking, are you kidding me? This white boy is going to get shot. So,I have to turn around for him and we starts talking to him.

The guy is calmed down by now and my companion starts sharing a message about Jesus Christ and in my head I am just like DUDE! You are not even serious right now! He just tried to kill me! But long story short, we ended up visiting him throughout the week and he has a date set for baptism. The Lord works in mysterious ways!

I am in the straight up ghetttttoooooooo like not even north Omaha is this ghetto. in the mission presidents broken English he told me this was the most dangerous mission so be careful. Thanks pres. but it’s also super beautiful! The land is and the people! And when you see and old dude walking around you just think wow i want to be like that.

The food is to die for!!!!!

Members of the church feed us every meal but breakfast and they FEED you! I am pretty sure I have gained like 8 pounds this week. They have awesome drinks here and some of them I do not think should be legal. There is this place on the corner of our apartment that grows sugarcane. They put the sugarcane through this smasher thing to get all the juice out and then add lime to it! IT IS SOO DELICIOUS! I believed in miracles after that.

Everybody here bumps to either Zomba, reggae, Miley Cyrus, or my boy Nelly. Like the music is so awesome its crazy. I don’t miss the US of A one single bit. No offense to any of you! But my area is right on the beach and everybody lives in wood huts. So it’s pretty awesome. I’ll send some pictures!

My future wife is going to have to move to Brazil with me! That is if she doesn’t already live here because I now know what true happiness is! I am seriously debating about coming home in two years!

I literally work my butt off every single day! But it still feels like a vacation. The missionaries in the area before us sucked terribly. The president said that they have not had a good set of missionaries in this area ever. So I’m about to change that! In the week my comp and I have been here we have two people set for baptism and we talk to 30 people a day. And surprisingly I talk to a lot of people also! The lord has truly blessed me with the gift of tongues, because I can understand Portuguese and speak it a lot better than I could 6 weeks ago.

I love you all so much!!!