Story Time (and recipe time)

Story #1

Alright, so there´s a man who lives in our area and his name is Vigilato. He is a music radio broadcaster here in São José dos Pinhais. His colleague invited him to a sacrament meeting 8 months ago and ever since then he has grown spiritually in the gospel. Well, to a certain point. He hasn't been able to get himself into the baptismal font with ease. He has been attending church in a another ward on the southern side of the city because his friend lives there. Several missionaries have tried but have not been able to mark a baptismal date with him. Last week Elder House told me about him and I felt the urge from the spirit saying, "GO TO HIS HOUSE AND INVITE HIM TO BE BAPTISED." It was like the spirit was giving me a right hook to the face because I spit out the words, "nós temos que ir lá....séi lá... hoje" ("we've gotta go there....beats me....today") so we did. The best part was that I was able to interview him right on the spot because I hadn't taught him in the past. 

To make a long story short and to not include the confidential details of the interview, I was able to mark a baptismal date with him. The best was that it will be on his birthday. When the calender date left my mouth, he looked at me, gave me a smooth radio broadcaster chuckle and said, "you have no idea how many times I have joked around with the missionaries, telling them that I would get baptised on my birthday." I then told him he was a personal prophet and he thought my awkward religion joke was funny. He doesn't laugh too much. Just when he tells a joke or when a missionary hits his funny bone. So when he lets out a radio broadcaster laugh I feel good about myself. I know that I was prepared to teach, interview and encourage him to be baptised because of my obedience to the Lord. é simplesmente isso. 

We are helping a lot of other people prepare to be baptised and the work is growing. Working with members is a blast because you get to sit in a car and get driven around to your appointments. I know. It seems like my life is really sad. But, to tell you the truth, my legs are tired. 

Yesterday, our ward was split and Elder House and I are opening up a new ward. ALA PARQUE DA FONTE. The Park Fountain Ward. I am super psyched about it. I don't have any pictures of the sweet zone activity we planned today. Elder House and I made 5 pizzas and slurpies. 

How to make a Brasilian slurpy

Freeze some oranges (3-4) and freeze some orange juice into little ice trays. Buy Fanta. When the fruit juice and the oranges are frozen put them in the blender and go at it.  It makes a perfect blend.  Who knew that frozen oranges makes perfect slurpy material? I´ll have to bring home the little Tang packets they sell in the supermarket. They are 89 centavos and delicious. The flavor is way more fruity and realistic than the USA product. 89 centavos is about 40 cents per packet. Suuuuuuper cheap. We also made a passion fruit juice (maracuja), played some hoops and then threw the frisbee around by the field.  I was in heaven. Passionfruit heaven. 

Funny story --  we reactivated Paulo, a man who as been inactive for 39 years. He now puts our house in his daily walk route and gives us some fresh apples and guavas. He likes to hit me really hard on the shoulder to tell me he loves me, so I don't mind. 

Singing on the street

We are catching peoples' ears, and then contacting them. Sometimes people then ask you to sing a hymn. My voice is improving because we are singing a lot for our less actives. 

Love,

Elder Forsyth