During the past two days we had visitors from Recife, Elders Christiansen, zone leader, and Dabbling. They arrived Thursday at noon and left last evening to make the four-hour bus trip back to Recife. Elder Christiansen worked with Elder Camargo Thursday afternoon, Elder Bradshaw Thursday night, Elder Prisbrey Friday morning, and me Friday afternoon. A special district meeting held yesterday gave Elder Christiansen an opportunity to speak to us. He was quite impressed with the city of Maceió. He chose in his talk to emphasize spirituality. Having the elders here in the city was an animating experience for all of us.
Elder Prisbrey was mentioning that every time the zone leader visits things go wrong and abnormal conditions exist. Yesterday was another Brazilian holiday, the equivalent of our Labor Day. Therefore nothing was open, and when Dona Creuza showed up she had been unable to buy anything for breakfast. We just happened to be out of food. Dona Creuza has been sick, and we decided to send her home for the day. We bopped up to the Sayonara for breakfast (and later for lunch), only to find it closed. We ate lunch in an expensive restaurant, breakfast in a bar.
Today is Elder Bradshaw’s 21st birthday. He has been very sick with a bad cold, having spent last evening in bed. Today he seems a bit better. Thursday morning, before the elders from Recife showed up, I worked with Elder Bradshaw for the first time. He is a good man.
Thursday evening we taught a first lesson to a doctor name Agatânjalo Vasconcellos. His first name is a Greek word meaning “good messenger.” He completely followed the lesson and its logic, realizing our message made sense, but he is not looking for anything better in his life and has no desire to be a part of it, nor to find out for himself if it is true.
Early Thursday morning, about 3:30, I awoke to find raindrops dripping on my bed and me. A most disconcerting development! It had been raining hard all night and finally started to leak in. I got up, still half asleep, to fetch Elder Prisbrey’s raincoat to try to defend myself.
The mail brought glad tidings yesterday: report forms from the mission office. We have been out for some time.
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