Monday, March 17, 2014

Bus Preacher

Dear,

This week was a'ight.  It was sort of an extension of last week.  The reason I say that is because when we opened the area, we were surprisingly flooded by work to do: referrals, potential contacts, less-active members, etc. to visit.  This week, we just sort of continued trying to contact those people that haven't answered their phones or doors.  That is what we call "serious jukage."

One evening, we went to a scheduled appointment with one of our investigators.  We knocked on the door and no one answered.  Surprise.  He had done that before.  So we left his apartment complex and started for Springfield Ave to contact people.  As we left, he waved to us from a few yards away.  We talked to him and asked if we should still visit him that night.  He said yes.  30 minutes after contacting on Springfield, we knocked on his door again.  His brother opened the door to him eating dinner in front of the telly.  We asked, "Do you want us to come by another time?"  He said, "Perhaps."  AAAHH!!!  Juked twice within one hour by the same person!

We left his apartment complex and met a giant black man.  "How tall are you?"  "6-foot-eleven," he replied casually.  He continued, "Y'all goin' to the memorial?  My main man just died in gunfire."  "No.  What was his name?"  "I dunno.  I only know that his Crip name was Smiles."  Definitely a gang member.

The next morning, we got on the bus and were graced by the words of a bus preacher.  Her voice emanated from the front of the bus like a broken automatic pencil sharpener.  "Jesus was a black man!  I know him!  I saw him with my own eye!  He love me more than all y'all!  It says so in the Baaahble!"

Anyway, not much to report.

Love y'all.

Love,
Elder deJesus

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Nigerian Party and Dr. Chicken Shack


Famiriends,

Below are a picture of my beloved family, the Basanteses at Dana's baptism!!!  Next Sunday is Julian's, third from the left.  I am all teary right now, which is not a manly confession.  I love that family!  Las misioneras en Kearny are doing great.  Also below is a picture of half of our New Jersey Morristown Mission family in December (we couldn't fit all of us).

Oh!  And just so I don't forget, and with high hopes that someone will love me enough to send me something valuable, my new home address is:

10 Marshall St. apt 7B
Irvington, NJ zipcode
United States of America.

By the rubs, since someone commented on how lame and uninformative my emails are (#snarkiness), I make plain this statement: I have been privileged to open a new area with my past companion.  We were in Kearny; now we are in Irvington, New Jersey, or, in other words, the hood.  The people are nice!  They love Jesus.

What a great couple of weeks!

We were privileged to attend a Nigerian party last week.  After teaching Emmanuel, his Nigerian landlord invited us to his daughter's first birthday party.  There were a lot of kids, simultaneously-yelling Nigerian women, and good food.

Dr. Chicken Shack was one of the many sketchy chicken shacks found in the hood.  It was better than Popeyes or even KFC!

Being a companionship who opened a new area, and have served here for 3 weeks, may I brag about our two new and extremely prepared investigators who now have baptismal dates: Saffa and Clement.  Clement was a miracle of whom I will tell you next week.

Love and xoxo and stuff,

Elder de. Jesus

Basantes Family