Now that I'm officially in the Philippines I figure I better keep trying to be a good missionary...
My mom and I went on splits with some sisters from the Manila mission today. It was a wonderful, exciting experience. After meeting them at the chapel we caught a jeepney to the area we would be working in. Now, I totally trust the sisters, but I was a little hesitant to climb into the public transit (jeepney) after hearing stories of people getting robbed and whatnot haha. Nevertheless we boarded and were totally fine. :)
We reached our destination about 15 minutes later; a typical family neighbourhood consisting of ramshackle shanties and rundown houses. Children played in the streets as people revved past on their motor bikes. It was altogether a different environment than I was accustomed to and my heart flooded with guilt as I reflected on my comfortable lifestyle back in Alberta. I have so much. Many of these people have nothing.
We walked to the residence of a young sister, I'm guessing in her mid twenties, named Beth. She works as a housekeeper for a newly wed couple that are members of the church. :) The lesson was completely in tagolog. I couldn't understand a thing ringing past my ears, but I could understand the whisperings of the spirit. I felt the holy ghost testifying of truth throughout the lesson, confirming what the sisters taught. At the end of the lesson, my mom and I were both asked to bear our testimonies of the plan of salvation (in english of course which Beth could understand, thank goodness!). It was a great experience for each of us.
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