Another Wonderful Night!

Sunday, February 21, we held a Youth Fireside (inspirational meeting) for those 12 years and older.   It was the first time we have tried something like this here.   We invited all the youth from 5 congregations and their youth leaders.   "Getting the word out" continues to be a challenge.   About 50% of the adults have phones and even less youth own a phone.   Even those with phones, are often "out of airtime" (minutes) or the phone is not charged!   But Sunday we had a full chapel and youth eager to worship.   

Our purpose was to introduce the new Youth Theme for 2016 (I know, I know,  it is February---not January--we are running a little late!)  I printed up a colorful graphic and theme for each of them.   But I cannot figure out how to show it on this blog.   So I will just write it:

 Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ

having a perfect brightness of Hope, and 

a Love of God and of all men.

Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, 

Feasting upon the word of Christ, 

and Endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father:

Ye shall have Eternal Life.

Clear communication is always a challenge here.    I wanted to make sure they knew what "press forward" meant in this context.   I wanted them to know it meant there would be obstacles to overcome and it would require energy and effort on their part to follow Christ.    I asked for 3 volunteers to come to the podium/stage and we set up a simple obstacle course.   I tried to reach my objective (following Christ) and they tried various ways to distract me or to set up barriers so I could not move forward.    By the end, they all understood---and everyone wanted to participate.   

In advance, I asked one young woman and one young man to speak for 5 minutes and share how they could "press forward with faith in Christ" during their teen years.   These 2 youth gave simple, yet insightful talks. How fulfilling to see the youth grow in their faith. 

I also asked 2 young women who I knew had good voices to sing a new song, "Press Forward", that was written for this theme.   They had no piano in their church (daycare center) and they couldn't read music well so I didn't know if it would work.   However, we have a missionary from Utah who is musical who volunteered to help.     He spent 3 afternoons helping them and they did a fantastic job that night.  

Afterwards, we taught the entire group the song.  I used all the methods (visual aids, hand motions, boys sing, girls sing,  all those who like chocolate ice cream sing, all those who like vanilla ice cream sing, etc.) we use in Primary and elementary school to teach all the verses.  They were very engaged.  The words and the melody are "catchy" and are still stuck in my mind.   I hope the words are stuck in the minds of the youth!!!   It had a powerful message for them.   

In between the music and the talk we shared 3 videos that were 5 minutes each.  They love these videos!!   I think they could watch them all day.   One video was called "Securely Anchored".   It compared our relationship to  Jesus Christ to rock climbing.   In rock climbing, there are at least 2 choices.  One choice is to Free Solo--- the climber uses no safety equipment and scales the cliffs/mountains with just their hands, feet and no ropes, etc.   They are at high risk but they do for the thrill.  Next, the video shows another youth using anchors, safety equipment, and a partner, etc.   It explains the purpose of the anchor while rock climbing, and compares it to having Jesus Christ as our "anchor".   It was very effective.  

As always, I left feeling so grateful to work with the youth of South Africa.  Hopefully they can remember and apply the things they heard.  

Three down.....how many to go? 

 Now I want to go back to Thursday, which was a "baking marathon".   Unfortunately, the weather was extremely hot and humid so the kitchen was a sweatshop.     But I needed to make 170-190 cupcakes.  Early that morning, I experimented with a South African Pillsbury cake mix and a local cake mix that I found here.  That put me several hours behind schedule because neither turned out that great (they were the weirdest looking things and did not look like cupcakes), so I began making a "scratch" recipe I found here.   The recipe was easy but I could only bake 12 cupcakes at a time in my oven which equals 16 batches!!!   So it went very SLOW!    The kitchen was so hot that my neighbor was sure I had lost my mind to be baking.     Friday afternoon and evening and Saturday morning we were already "booked", so I didn't have a choice of when to bake.    By late afternoon I had a rhythm going and was moving right along but still needed 48 more cupcakes when I had to quit.

Late Saturday afternoon I resumed baking and made the last 2 batches of cupcakes.   I love cake batter and saved myself 1/2 cup batter from each batch to eat.   That is a lot of cake batter and was delicious!  Now I know why my skirts are too tight and so are my tops.  

At 4:00 I began making frosting with my hand mixer.   I made 4 batches without trouble, but on the fifth batch my mixer burned up.   By then the stores were all closed--all stores that sell hand mixers close between 4 and 5. I have burned up the motor on 3 mixers in 14 months!!!   They definitely weren't made to be used every week!    I tried beating a batch by hand, but the frosting wasn't as good.   Finally I called Allyson Colton, a friend, about the mixer.  I mentioned that I wanted to pipe the frosting on the cupcakes to make them look festive.   She really saved the day, and also dropped her 12 year old daughter to help with the frosting.    We worked nonstop for 4 hours!   I am sure she would have loved to be home watching a movie, but she never complained.   Maddy agreed to put sprinkles on the cupcakes, but when I opened the package so many of them had melted together in one big glob!   The only sprinkles I could find were at a commercial bakery store, and the bag was huge---almost a gallon.   This was a blessing in disguise, because even though half the package had melted, there was still plenty left.   I left the bag in the trunk while we did more shopping and the heat melted them.    I had no idea sprinkles could melt!  

Cupcakes everywhere!   Trying to find containers to store them overnight was a big challenge!   Anything that had a lid was used.

This is the overworked mixer that quit before the job was complete!

A few more cupcakes!   On sunday night when we went to serve them, lots of ants had gotten into the box.   When no one was looking, I blew the ants off the cupcakes and placed them on the serving tray.   We didn't want to be defeated by an army of ants!   We served them with vanilla or chocolate  ice cream.   We learned they prefer vanilla.

These young men are standing in front a a taxi--the main means of transportation.

Saying goodbye is always hard.   This taxi is almost ready to go.   taxis operate differently than in the U.S.   Each taxi has a destination .  Each taxi has 16 seats.  When all of the seats are full, the taxi departs.   So when you board the taxi you have no idea if you will be leaving in 5 minutes or 3 hours!   It depends enitely on when every seat is full.   It is very challenging.   Often people arrive for church late because the taxi did not fill up and they had to wait an hour or more before it filled up.  However, we made arrangements so the taxis on Sunday night would be full (we paid in advance for all of the seats) and could leave immediately.

If at first you don't succeed..........

We decided to make one more attempt at the turtle tour.   We drove to St. Lucia in time for the 4:30 PM tour.  The times are determined by the low tides so the maximum beach is exposed to watch the turtles.  Well, we searched for 4 hours and didn't see one turtle!   It was so disappointing, but Mother Nature rules.   However we arrived back at our B & B at 10:30 PM and found a hippo grazing on the lawn!   We sat in the jeep for 10 minutes and watched this giant creature eat nonstop.   It was as good as seeing the turtles!!  I have mentioned before, that the hippos are the most dangerous animal in Africa and kill more humans than any other animal.  This hippo certainly looked harmless, but our guide reminded us the hippo could outrun us, would attack us, and one bite would kill us!   So we stayed in the vehicle with the motor running.....although we were very close.   Sometimes the hippos come up from the rivers during the night to find more grass in town.   Seeing a hippo on your front lawn is pretty exciting!

As usual, I am disappointed in the picture.   This looks like a tame dog instead of a fierce hippo!  When they open their mouths, their teeth are huge!

On our way to see the turtles, we saw this beautiful Kudo--one of our favorite animals.  Isn't he majestic ?

Family Reunion in South Africa

I have an amazing cousin, Karen Clark Hill, who knows every name in our HUGE family tree.  Somehow she realized my second cousin (my grandfather's brother is HIS great grandfather--or something like that) was serving in our mission.   I thought the possibility of seeing Elder Faumgartner was remote because our mission is very large geographically.   But things worked out and we were able to meet briefly in Durban and get to know each other.  How fun to come to South Africa and ameet an unknown cousin!   I didn't think an 18 year old would be interested in meeting me, but we felt like familly immediately.

Working Attire

On Saturday we spent 6 hours visiting people in Enseleni who were not attending church regularly.   This is one of our favorite things to do.   Getting to know people better--learning about their struggles, their families and their dreams--helps us to serve them more effectively...and it is rewarding.   One of the ladies we visited is Gogo Rose (Gogo means grandmother).   She lives in such humble circumstances and is raising many of her grandchildren on her own.   One thing that amazes us, is how the Zulu women dress every day.   To work in the yard, do laundry by hand, cook, clean house or go to the store, they are always dressed beautifully.   We dropped by unannounced and found working hard in the garden dressed like this.   In fact, Elder Todd often remarks, "Look how these women dress up to clean the house."  I know what he is really thinking:   My wife never looks like this to clean the house!    And that is definitely true!

Zone Conference

Thursday was our Zone Conference with these fabulous missionaries and our mission president, President Zachrison.   Our mission president's wife is supposed to be sitting in the empty chair, but she jumped up to set the timer for the picture and did not get back in time.   During the Conference, we studied from the Bible and Book of Mormon and we discussed how to be better disciples of Christ.   These meetings are a spiritual highlight for us.   Elder Todd and I provide lunch and an afternoon snack.  

We did not plan our matching clothing!!  This is Sister Zachrison.  

It Continues to Multiply

During the past month, we have had opportunities to work with more people than ever before.   As we find more and more people to serve, it is amazing how our love continues to expand.   In a mathematical equation, the more people that need you, the less love would be available to each individual.   Yet, just the opposite is true.   No matter how many people you work with, your love multiplies instead of divides.   WE HAVE ALL EXPERIENCED THIS, but it is still astonishing.    In fact, I marvel at how the ability to love is limitless.   That is one reason why we are so grateful to be serving as fulltime missionaries.

The second lesson that we continue to re-learn , is that THE GOSPEL OF JESUS CHRIST IS THE ANSWER TO ALL OF THESE PROBLEMS!     We are grateful to be in His service.

Love,

Elder and Sister Todd

VALUABLE COMMODITY

It didn't take us long to realize that toilet paper was never available when you needed it.   However, it did take many months to learn many of the nuances connected to toilet paper.   If you find a "toilet" that requires payment, you have a 80% chance you will have some toilet paper.   Otherwise, there is a 90% chance there will be none.   At any South African church we have attended that has nice (or regular) toilets there is NEVER any TP.   We learned why:   People come in and steal it all.  No matter how much they put out, it is taken.  So the person in charge of any event/meeting, brings TP and sets a little out the moment things begin....a very inconvenient way to live.  Churches in the townships have "permanent" porta potties.  No toilet paper.   A few women in the congregation bring toilet paper (how do they know who has it???).    If you need to go, you go ask them for paper.   They unroll quite a bit on their fingers and give it to you.   Each person, gets a certain amount as determined by the holder of the TP roll.   Needless to say, I try to bring my own toilet paper with me when I go anywhere. 
The same thing happens everywhere you go--an adult woman dispenses a little toilet paper to anyone in her group needing to use the bathroom.  

Toilet paper is also used as a napkin or rag.   We were visiting a family and they offered Elder Todd the most juicy plums (they gave him 6 and insisted he eat them all).   Juice was running down his arms and he was trying to decide if he needed to wipe his hands on his suit pants.   Suddenly the host jumped up and came running back with a little wad of toilet paper!   When you are invited to dinner there are never napkins.   However, in a few homes, at the end of the meal someone brings us a little toilet paper to wipe our hands.   They usually have a spoon or fork for us to eat with, but they rarely use any utensils.
 
The Public Library is the only public building we have found with a toilet.  The government, utilities, or city buildings have no public restrooms.     They (library)  have a basket by the desk, with small bunches of toilet paper.  You take one upon entering the restroom.    
This may seem funny, but when you are in hurry or there is an emergency, this is no longer funny.

 Called to Serve

Two young adults just received their mission calls.   Just like when we applied to serve a mission, they followed the same process...had dental and medical checkups, filled out applications, got police background checks and visas (required by South Africa, not the church), and then waited for their missionary call.   We know that the church leaders review the applications and then pray over where the young man or woman should be assigned.   These "calls" come from the President of the Church and are mailed to us because these young people do not have mail delivery.    So we had the great pleasure of delivering the calls and being present when they opened them.   

Let me tell you briefly about them.   Ntokozo Lwazi Myeza's parents died when he was 7 years old.  He went to live with his granny.   She became too old so she sent him to his aunt to live. While living there, he met some missionaries and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.    His aunt does not like Ntokozo attending church so now she only allows him to sleep at her home.    Another relative feeds him.   As he studied the scriptures, he felt the desire to go on a mission.    He had dropped out of high school, so he went back to school for another year so he could get his matric (diploma).  Then he applied for his missionary call. (You need to have graduated from high school to serve a mission.)   He had never been to the dentist, so he needed 2 root canals, 2 fillings, and 1-2 extractions. I guess brushing does pay off!     Then the doctor found he had a heart problem.   Luckily, it was resolved.   During the entire long process, he kept his eye on his goal of being a missionary.  He is going to serve in the Capetown South Africa mission.

Mpho Pine Ziqubu also lost her father when she was very young.   Then when she was about 6 her mother was poisoned.   She was one of 7 sisters left orphans.  Somehow, they all survived until the oldest sister was married.    She took the 3 youngest siblings to live with her when she got married.  Mpho was the youngest sister.  She still lives with her sister and brother-in-law and their 4 young children in very modest circumstances.   She received a call to serve in Zimbabwe.   Notice the family Christmas tree in the corner--one of the few we saw. 

We feel so blessed to be a part of their lives.   We will be taking them (one on February 3 and one on March 10) to the airport to fly to the Missionary Training Center.   Twelve days later they fly to their respective missions.  

 Special Sunday

 Sunday was a special day.   We witnessed the baptism of Aaron Schallies.   He is 20 years old and just finished his training to be an electrician.   He is the first person to be baptized from the group of 13 people we invited to church.   He bore a powerful testimony of Jesus Christ and the spirit filled the room.  Previous to meeting the Schallies, we worked almost exclusively with Zulu people.   Now we are teaching 4 Afrikaans families.   Most churches exclusively serve either the black community or the Afrikaan community or Indian community.   In Richards Bay we have members of all 3 races and it is wonderful to see.  Elder Odiambo (on the left) is from Tanzania and Elder Praetor (on the right) is from Westminster, Colorado.  

 

All Work and No Play....

When we arrived in South Africa we were befriended by the Alvana family.    They insisted that their home was "our home" and have treated us like family.  We have wanted to do something special for them.    I heard about a place to Mini-Golf from the elders.   We asked the Alvanas if they had ever been miniature golfing and they had no idea what we were talking about.   We set  a date and treated the family to an afternoon outing.    They LOVED it!   But I think Elder Todd and I had the most fun of all, watching them have such a great time.   It was sprinkling rain and I thought they would want to cancel.   The Zulu people hate rain and cancel almost anything if it rains.   But the Alvanas insisted that we go anyway....which is what we hoped they would say.   

Girls After My Own Heart

The youth in Enselini have been begging to learn to bake cupcakes, which are very popular here. They didn't have to twist my arm, because I love baking (or rather, eating, cupcakes).   We set a date for Saturday but when I arrived, only one girl showed up.   It felt like I had packed up my entire kitchen because I had to bring every pan, utensil, bowl, mixer and ingredient--which included soap, dishrags, towels, hand sanitizer etc.   While Elder Todd and I hauled in all the supplies, Qinso walked down the street and invited 2 girls who were complete strangers, to "come and learn to bake cupcakes."   They were so excited to join us.   For the first 30 minutes we had no water, but someone brought a bucket of water from 2 blocks away, so we were able to start mixing.   We made 68 cupcakes--vanilla, chocolate chip and fresh apple. Elder Todd offered great support by washing dishes in a bucket outside and tasting the finished product.    It was a VERY hot day, the oven increased the heat dramatically and we didn't even have a fan!  What sacrifices we make to create yummy things to eat!   My heart was so happy as we watched these young women having such a great afternoon.   I had boxes for them to take their goodies home.  

 

  Thieves Abound But Members Remain Hopeful

Last month the church kept busy replacing items that disappeared.   One Sunday we arrived and there was no water.   This has happened once before, but for another reason.   There was no water so the toilets could not be used.   Also, there was no water for the Sacrament.   Someone left to go home to get a jug of water, so we sat patiently for 25 minutes until they returned and we could begin the service.   We were unable to get buckets of water so the toilets were "out of order."   There was NO water shortage, someone had stolen the outside pipes for the water.   The pipes were replaced, and 2 weeks later, they were taken again.  They were replaced again. 

Same story with the outside street lights.   These light poles are regular metal poles--tall and heavy.   They have been taken 3 times in the past year.   So they were replaced by fiberglass (something like that) poles that are not as valuable.   But they have been taken twice in the last 2 months.  

While we were having a missionary meeting inside the church, someone came in and broke into the locked cabinet and walked off with the sound system!   We were very close, but did not hear anything.   We did not think it was necessary to lock the front door while 12 of us were sitting right inside.   But now we know.

But no matter what happens, or what is missing, they replace it or do with out.   And the work of the Lord carries on.  I admire them for not getting so discouraged or bitter.  

No Flowers But Beautiful Plants 

We drove 2 hours to the Botanical Gardens.   This is the oldest Botanical Garden in all of South Africa.  We spent 2 hours walking around in a peaceful setting just a few yards from bustling traffic.   It is summertime here, but there were only 3 flowers blooming in these large gardens.   We are still trying to learn when plants, trees, flowers bloom in this part of the world.  Evidently, February is not the best time.   Because it was a Monday, there were no staff to answer any questions.  The man taking donations was just there to collect funds.   But we saw interesting trees and ducks.  

Spoonbill

Larry looks pretty small compared to these wonderful trees.

Farewell to Great Friends

After the Botanical Gardens we headed to Elder and Sister Snell's apartment.   They were hosting a Family Home Evening to say goodbye to the senior couples in the area.   We are NOT in the area, but we wanted to drive to Durban to say goodbye.    They have trained us in the Self Reliance program, assisted us when we had too many students and needed an extra teacher, and spent the night with us many times as they traveled through our area.   We will miss their dedication and commitment to helping the people of South Africa become self reliant.   They have traveled all over the country and helped countless people.   They are from England--and very proud of their country.   They used every opportunity to teach us about England.   So it was fitting that they served Bangers and Mash for dinner.   We had never heard of this traditional English meal.   They special ordered the Bangers because they are not normally available in the stores.   Mash is just mashed potatoes.   Also, for dinner we had lukewarm pork and beans (they called them something else).  You make a big pile of Mash in the middle of your plate, stick one banger into each side of the mash, put the beans on the side, and smother it all with onion gravy.    

When we arrived at the Snells, their power was off and had been since noon.   So dinner was not ready. 

We jumped in to help.   Elder Todd peeled a huge pot of potatoes while I began fixing an English dessert according to the recipe.  The Snells were busy on the phone trying to see if the power would be turned on soon.   During all this work, we looked up and saw monkeys INSIDE the house!   They were looking for something to eat.   The Snells shooed them away, but very soon they were back.    I wanted to get a picture so badly, but I couldn't stop stirring the custard or it would burn and Elder Todd was frantic to get the potatoes done in time!   At 5:00 they still had no power, so they called another couple and asked them to host 17 people at their home at 6:00.   Like all senior couples, they said, "Of course."   We hauled the uncooked food (we filled 2 cars) and drove the 45 minutes to the new location.   During that 45 minutes, they called each couple to let them know of the new venue.  At 7:20, the food was done and we sat down to dinner.   We had a fabulous time sharing mission experiences and other memories.  

We spent the night with the Snells and left early the next morning for home.   But we did stop to take a very short walk on a beach that was on our way home.  

The Indian Ocean is a dark color--not blue or green. 

We saw this man making sand sculptures.  He says he makes designs 6 hours per day.   His son stays nearby and plays in the sand.   He was about 3 or 4 years old and the only toy he had was a styrofoam take-out container.  I am always happy to give a big tip so we can take a picture.   I shared the message of Jesus Christ and his restored church.   He smiled and said, "God is great."

 

  I Agree

 I agree with the man at the beach, "God IS great."   As we teach of the Plan of Happiness, the Path to Self Reliance, and that Families Can Be Together Forever, I am reminded how much the Lord loves us.  He has given us his gospel and the tools so we can be happy on this earth and in the life hereafter.  

We feel his love for the people of South Africa.   We feel so grateful to be here.    It is amazing that the Lord can use any one to spread his gospel--even with our weaknesses and imperfections.   

Love, Elder and Sister Todd

  

 

  

Can You Stand It?

February 9, 2016

Dear Family,

Can you stand one MORE email so soon.      I am bursting inside and want to share a wonderful experience.   This happened Saturday and I had already written my last email, so I decided NOT to write to you again.   But I really want to share. 

Saturday morning while Larry did more training (he is still trying to help a branch president issue a "calling" or make a visits to a less active members),   I decided to help the Primary President prepare her lesson (so far she has not given an actual lesson.)   I also had a chance to visit 2 less active women.    In the past Larry and I have gone together while he trained the Branch Presidents.   However, we feel overwhelmed with the branch members who need help, so we decided to split up.  It worked so well.   We drove away at 12:30, we felt like it had been such a productive and rewarding morning.   

On the way home from Enselini, we stopped to see Freddy in Brachenham.  We had a message prepared for him (he was less active but is now active), but when we arrived, we saw a car in front of his house.    When we went inside, we recognized Frances--a man who is a regular visitor at Freddy's.    He has always been polite, but not friendly with regards to any talk about religion.  So we were a little disappointed to see him.  However, as we sat down, Frances asked Larry a question about marriage vows in an LDS wedding.  Next he said he was wondering about where we came from before this earth. He actually quoted the scripture from Jeremiah 1:5 (before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee.......)   He asked if all of us were with Jeremiah or if the scripture just pertained to Jeremiah.     Larry and I looked at each other and almost jumped up and hugged Frances. The question was so inspired!  This was the first of many inspired questions he asked us.  

The most amazing thing was, I had prepared a flannel board (but no flannel or board---just cut out stick figures to lay on the floor) lesson on the Plan of Salvation!    I pulled it out and looked at Larry.   He nodded.   I began telling the story of the Plan of Salvation with my visual aids.   Just as I would finish the pre-existence, he would ask a question about our earth life.  Next he asked about where we go after we die, which was answered by the next visual aid.   He asked about judgement and life after death.    I was able to give the entire presentation.   He asked the questions:   and they were answered by the Plan of Salvation.  

I felt as though Heavenly Father had prepared us SPECIFICALLY for this visit OR he prepared Frances for our visit.   I simply do not know how to convey how that made us feel!  I have never carried "The Plan of Salvation" in my purse. Frances never has been interested in the gospel or our view on religion.   Frances accepted everything we taught.   He knew from memory, the scripture about "in my house there are many mansions...."   In fact, most of the scriptures we used from the Bible, he had memorized.  

When I finished, Larry carried on.    He taught the apostasy and the restoration!!!!   As you can guess, this was NOT a short discussion.   But he was very attentive and responsive.   After Larry finished, Frances did not disagree with anything that had been presented. He announced, "Now I understand the scriptures." We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.  But he seemed in full agreement.    However, he shocked/disappointed us when he commented casually,   " I will share this with my pastor and my friends."    He continued by saying that he knew what we taught was true, but he could remain in his church and still believe this doctrine.    Larry had very clearly taught about the proper authority and the restoration of the priesthood, but he pushed this aside.

Even though he was excited to tell HIS church (instead of joining OUR church), it did not dampen our spirits.   We felt the love of Heavenly Father for us as he prepared us for this meeting, and His love for Frances.  As we drove to our next home, we did not speak.   We were both reflecting on the amazing experience we had enjoyed. 

I just re-read what a wrote and it does not seem to carry much power.  But we are so humbled to be able to participate in experiences like this.   We were instruments to share this great message and we were filled with joy.

Love,

Larry and Sandy

Mom and Dad

Be Ready for Anything!

January 14, 2016

Greetings from South Africa,

Thank you for your love, prayers and support.   We appreciate each of you.  I have so much I want to share-- so I put off writing until I have more time---then somehow I lose the excitement of the moment that I wanted you to feel also.  

We had some wonderful opportunities the past 2 weeks.   Please realize that my words cannot convey the impact that we felt.

BE READY FOR ANYTHING

Last week Sister Moloi passed away.   She was about 75 years old and died of cancer.    She and her husband have been faithful members of the Ngwelesane Branch since their baptism.    On Wednesday night, the Relief Society President called me and asked if I would dress the body for burial,   Sister Moloi is one of the very few sisters who has been to the temple.    I agreed to help, but felt such concern because I have only done this for my mother (and my sisters and the mortician all worked together).   Immediately we realized that she did not have temple clothes and the temple is a 9 1/2 hour drive.  We also knew that no one would have temple clothes here.   Elder Todd announced the problem in the District Presidency meeting that night.  Our district president remembered seeing a box somewhere labeled "temple clothes".   After the meeting they searched and found the box.    It contained a temple dress and temple clothing!   We were so thrilled! Because we did not know the details/requirements for dressing a body, Elder Todd had been reading the Church Handbook, and we learned a great deal.   

Friday night, the Relief Society President, myself and Sister Beauty were to meet at the Moloi home to dress her.   We had another missionary couple staying with us ( from out of town) who came to do seminary work in this area, so we left them at 5:00 pm and said we would be back by 7:00 for dinner.   At 6 pm the Moloi house was still packed with mourners....and at 6:15 and at 6:45 and at 7:00 pm.  In Zulu funerals, they bring the body to the home and the casket is open for anyone to stop by and mourn for the deceased for one night and day.    But we had been assured that all mourners would be gone by 6 pm.  The  small room with the casket had 7-9 female relatives that refused to leave.     We approached Brother Moloi and he said, "They are family.   They can stay and watch."   I was terrified because I was concerned about nonmembers being present AND the fact that we did not know what we were doing.    We wanted to be respectful and reverent.

However, we had no choice so we began.    I talked to the ladies who were watching us closely, and explained a little of what we were doing.   They seemed very cold toward us, but we proceeded.   A HUGE challenge was that the funeral home had dressed Sister Moloi in her street clothes--a complete outfit with a dressy long sleeved buttoned blouse, underwear, slip etc.   We tried our best but could NOT lift her and get the clothes off---meanwhile our audience is watching. (The casket was against the wall so we could only lift her from one side.)
 I asked someone to try to find a pair of scissors.    Eventually, they returned with a child's pair of blunt tipped scissors.   One of the sisters was able to cut the clothing by sawing back and forth.   We removed the clothing and began dressing her.   I continued to pray silently.   

Before we put the temple dress on, I held it up for everyone to see how beautiful it was.   I explained in very slow English, that the clothing was pure white and that it symbolized purity.   I told them she was being dressed to meet the Savior in sacred clothing.   Before we put on the  robes, I held them up and reminded them that they are white and represent promises she made with the Lord.   I repeated it for the veil, etc.    They were reverent as we slowly proceeded.   Afterwards, we had them all come up and view her in her temple clothes.   I told them she looked like an angel.   As they came forward, they murmured their approval and one lady said, "She does look like an angel."   

Relief flooded over me.  I felt it had been a good experience for all of us!

After we finished, we looked for Brother Moloi but he was gone.  Someone came forward and said that  Elder Todd and Branch President Nyawo were supposed to check and make sure everything looked OK and then seal the casket.    We felt terrible that her husband was not there to see her dressed.   But the men figured out to put the casket lid together and sealed it!

As we drove home, we reflected on what had happened that night.   Young missionaries and senior couples have to be prepared for the unexpected!  We felt the Lord helping us.

COURAGEOUS

The next morning was Sister Moloi's funeral.   A large white tent was set up outside their house on the street and filled the entire street so cars and pedestrians could not pass.  Connected  to the tent was another large canopy.   Chairs filled both areas.   These chairs were covered with white fabric and a bow tying it together.   They look like chairs from a wedding reception in the USA.   There was a stage and a beautiful white leather podium and microphone.  The inside was decorated with white satin and colored twinkle lights.   It resembled a wedding reception. 

Although it looked like a Zulu funeral, it was going to be an LDS funeral---or fairly close.   This took such courage from Brother Moloi.   There were several hundred relatives and friends who arrived expecting a traditional funeral.  Brother Moloi had asked the missionaries from 3 branches to attend and to involve themselves in any they could.   They passed out the programs and set out the hymnbooks.   Unfortunately we only had 20 hymnbooks.    

From 9am-10am our branch members (15 of us) sat in the house with the casket and sang the hymns.   There were other family members that wanted to carry on in a different way, but we continued to sing our hearts out.   At 10:30 we walked in front of the casket, singing both LDS hymns and Zulu songs, as it was carried into the tent.   There were whispers from the audience because this was a different procedure.   As the funeral service proceeded, it was obvious that this was VERY different from the norm.   The speakers began and the feeling was reverent.   Members of the audience would try to dance and shout, but Brother Moloi stopped it.  One family member stood up and grabbed the microphone and spoke.   Elder Todd and I did not understand one word that was being spoken but watched their faces and body language.   

I guess because I lacked faith, I was a little nervous about the proceedings.  Brother Moloi was the picture of calmness.    He knew exactly what he was doing.   

I did not mention that Friday night I was asked to speak at the funeral.   I have no idea why I was asked to be one of the speakers and tried very hard to get out of it.   But my name was announced to come to the podium and speak.   (I could not understand my name, but they motioned me to come forward.)   The Lord blessed me greatly.   I was able to speak very slowly (unusual)  and used hand motions (usual).  I asked questions and the audience responded and answered back in Zulu.   After I honored Sister Moloi,  I explained the doctrine of families and eternal marriage.  

Brother Moloi asked the branch members come forward and sing 2 hymns.   Then he spoke about his wife.   He told of his love for her the the kind of marriage they had.   He spoke mainly in Zulu but twice spoke to us and the elders in English.  The way he spoke of his wife was unusual here.  

Last, he had his Elders Quorum President speak for 25 minutes on the Plan of Salvation and then testify of the Book of Mormon.   This was all in Zulu so we had no idea what was being said.    Afterwards, the Branch President kept repeating to us, "This took so much courage.    You don't understand how very brave these men were today.   These relatives and neighbors do not agree with us.     They believe in their traditions."    Then he said, "If a person listened today, they heard the gospel taught plainly. "   He continued emphasizing over and over that, not many people could do this.    He spent time explaining to us what had been said in Zulu.

We felt such great pride in these Zulu saints!   

UNWELCOMED PHONE CALL

We were heading to an appointment, when the Mission Office called and said one of our elders was in an auto accident.   We dread calls like this, but fortunately neither elder was injured.    The driver, Elder Lisonbee, has only been out 2 months.    When we finally arrived at the police station, we were unable to find a place to park---literally.   We went from one place to another and were told "You can't park here." (although there were plenty of spaces.)    We asked where to park and they shrugged their shoulders.    Eventually, the elders flagged us down and we parked in the road right behind their car.   It was a long, involved process but the elders were able to take care of everything themselves.    The Zone Leaders had also been there to offer moral support.   What happened:   A taxi stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, the elders were behind him and braked in time.   However, the next 2 cars couldn't stop and crashed into the elders.   It ended up being a 4 car pile up.    While waiting for police to arrive, the taxi drove away!  No one had insurance but the elders.     We were very impressed how the elders handled the situation.  

WE LOVE THE POWER OF FHE

Three or four months ago, we were holding a Family Home Evening with a nonmember family.    They happened to have some friends come over that evening.    A week ago, I bumped into the second family at the grocery store and asked them if we come could and hold a FHE at their home.    They agreed.   Wednesday night we were able to share a lesson with the parents and 2 children.    They agreed to come to church this Sunday.   Elder Todd was supposed to teach in another branch Sunday, but we are going to postpone it so we can attend church with this family!   We are so excited!   Being a missionary is so rewarding.

THE BLESSINGS OF THE GOSPEL

On Thursday we went to see Freddy---our less active who is now ACTIVE.    For 10 months he has struggled to regain his testimony and the light of the gospel.   He has made steady progress the last 3 months, but this week he preached the gospel TO US!!   He received his Priesthood Manual on Howard W. Hunter and had read the first 2 lessons.    He NEVER reads lessons, etc.    He has been so touched by the teachings of Pres. Hunter!!   We rejoiced to hear him share the messages he learned.   Isn't that what the gospel is all about?     I want to pass on Freddy's message that inspired me:   He shared the story about Peter walking on the water to meet the Savior.   Then he quoted the manual and said, "Peter did not GO to the Savior....He SPRANG TO THE SAVIOR.    Freddy said, "Members of the church must SPRING to their duties!"    Isn't that wonderful???   We continue to be taught by the people we meet.  

Freddy asked us to visit his Optometrist and tell her about the gospel.    We drove to her office and asked to see her.    We visited with her and shared information about the church and asked if we could visit her.   Unfortunately, she is moving, but we obtained her new address. Isn't it wonderful that a doctor would allow 2 Americans without an appointment to take her time and talk about Christ?!?  She explained that she WAS puzzled to see us, but allowed us to speak.

We know the Church of Jesus Christ is true.   It is the restored gospel.    We feel so privileged to be able to serve full time.  We love serving the people of South Africa.

Love,

Mom and Dad

Grandpa and Grandma

Elder and Sister Todd  

Small in Numbers!

Decrmber 28, 2015

Sunday was very interesting.   From December 10-January 9, it is considered "The Festive Time".   (no mention of Christmas---ever).   No one even says "Merry Christmas" as a greeting to friends or in a store.  

Anyway, Sunday we went to our largest and strongest branch.    When we arrived, the second counselor announced that he was the only member of the branch presidency that was in town.   The entire Primary presidency was not in attendance and none of the RS presidency.   

We brought a member to church with us...so there were 3 of us.   Several more people came and 1 family that we rarely see was there.   The member of the branch presidency that was in town had his wife and daughter as the speakers for the day so we did have a program.  

After Sacrament meeting, one of the families went home.  Then there were 4 women left.    They asked one lady to teach Young Women (there was 1 Young woman there), they asked another lady to teach the 2 primary children (no manual or supplies) and they asked me to teach R.S. (there was one other sister in RS besides me).   So that is how it went!

Good thing the church is true and can work anywhere in the world.

Love,

Sandy

Everyday Life and Not So Everyday Road Trip

I thought I would share a few pics that are typical of everyday life in our area.

Are you in a hurry?    I hope not.    Because in South Africa, cows take precedence over cars on ANY road..whether it is a neighborhood road or one of the main interstates in the country.    There don't seem to be any "official" pastures here.   Each morning the "herder" takes his cows anywhere he pleases.   They wander through towns eating grass in yards, along ditches or even eating gardens if the owners do not have a fence.   Each day they walk to a new location, which is often along the side of a major road. Cows are literally eating a few inches from cars whizzing by at 60 mph.  Sometimes, you see the herder fairly close by keeping an eye on them.   But other times there is no one in sight.   We have been told, that herders often take a nap in the shade while the cattle graze--of course, there are no fences so the cattle meander out on to the road.    We were trying to get to church on time.

Cattle are a sign of wealth in South Africa.  I will write more about that later.








This colorful creature loves our front porch and our driveway.   Elder Todd finally got a picture of him.







When we stopped for gas at our neighborhood petrol station, I happened to glance at the vehicle next to us.    It was a white pickup truck that is very popular here for families and businesses.    They have every size and configuration of pickups that you can imagine.   It looked like this one had live chickens.  Sure enough, I jumped out and asked the driver what he was carrying.  He informed me he had 300-350 chickens he was taking to a town 3 hours away, in hopes of selling them.     To fit 300 chickens in this truck, he must have 5 layers of birds stacked on top of each other on boards.    They were PACKED tightly and it was such a hot day.

Lesotho--Country Within Another Country

On December 14-18, we had the opportunity to travel to Lesotho.   It is an independent country completely surrounded by South Africa.   We heard that it is the only country contained inside another country.   It is also a part of our mission, but it is an 9 hour drive from us.   (We are only allowed to travel within our mission boundaries.)  When the opportunity came to travel there, we jumped at the chance.  Four senior couples (Snells, Rowberrys, Stevensons and Todds) met at the Avani Hotel in Maseru, the capitol.   We joined up with Elder and Sister Chandler, who are the only senior couple living in Maseru.  

Lesotho has its own language, currency, housing and clothing styles.   We found the country fascinating and the culture different.   We were busy seeing everything we could from early morning until late at night.

The first day we hiked up a very steep mountain to a plateau that overlooks the countryside.   This was the place where the king built his home and a small village in the early 1800's.   An Irishman came and showed them how to build homes out of stones.   How did one Irishman find his way to this remote area so long ago? 

Elder Todd and I looking out from the window of the king's house that has been restored.....very humble home for a king.

View from the mountain top.   The hats worn in Lesotho are shaped like this mountain.  Very unique.

  Lesotho has very few addresses, even fewer sign along the highway, and even our GPS would not work.    So each day was a true adventure.   The roads are narrow and twist and turn.     The second day was a highlight.   We drove 1 1/2 hours (a supposed short cut over a dirt road which consisted of one pothole or ditch after another).   But the destination was worth it.   

We arrived at a Weaving Shop in a remote area.   Elder and Sister Chandler (senior couple living in Lesotho) had developed a special relationship with the women working here.   They are encouraging them in their business, their personal lives and their love for Jesus Christ.   They asked these ladies to weave a picture of the nativity for them, but they did not know what that meant.   Sister Chandler found a picture online of Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus and printed it out.    Then they took it to someone who could enlarge it.   Last, they found an artist who could sketch the outline on large paper for the weaver's to copy.   Then these talented women made tapestry for each couple (to purchase).   I was not going to purchase one, but seeing them weaving my own nativity and getting to know the lady who was doing it made this tapestry feel so special.    The Chandlers had arranged for us to bring food for each lady and a Book of Mormon gift wrapped.   They had visited these ladies several times and taken pictures of them working.   They presented the enlarged photos to each lady.    Elder Chandler showed them how they could hang them up in their shop.   The ladies wept.   They were so appreciative of the time, attention and acclaim they were receiving. 
  
Suddenly, they stood up and started dancing and chanting.   We joined them.   This went on for quite a while and we shared a loving feeling between 2 cultures. 

One of our weavers carding and combing the goats hair.   All their weaving is with goat's hair.   Most of the day the women sit on the floor on a bag of maize as they work.   Her spinning wheel is on the right. 

We didn't notice at first, but the walls of the workshop are all made from pop cans.   They are held in place with one single wire running down the middle of every can.   Both the exterior and interior walls are constructed this way.

Up close view of the pop can wall. 

This is my nativity wall hanging and the wonderful lady who made it.   I can hardly wait to hang it up next Christmas.   What memories it has!!

As we drove home we saw this young man walking up the mountain...it was going to be a very long, difficult, hot walk.   We stopped so we could take his picture and each couple gave him a generous tip.    As we were walking away, he said, "Do you have any food?"   We didn't have much in our cars, but we gave him every single morsel of food we had.  Notice the blanket he is wearing--it is at least 90 degrees F. 

Day Two found us on another adventure.    The drive was just as long and twisty and bumpy.   Eventually, we came close to our destination but our car could not navigate the roads.   The Chandlers drive a truck in Lesotho so they were OK.   But Elder Todd and I parked our car, paid someone to watch our car,  and caught a ride with a man in a truck who was heading our way!  (This truck was packed with goods and passengers.)  Finally we arrived!  We rented horses and a guide (who was missing most of the time) to take us up the mountain to the waterfalls.   It was an 1 1/2 hour ride each way.   Beautiful scenery, gorgeous (but thin) horses!   I loved it because my horse had to be out in front all the time.  

 

People live way up in the mountains.   We rode horses, but many of the locals walked and carried water, large sacks of maize and flour, etc., for long distances.  To get to a store was a LONG walk or ride.
















We stopped to chat while a herd of sheep crossed our path. 

Sister Snell, a senior missionary from England, was terrified of horses.   She wanted to stay behind while we rode.   But we gathered and prayed fervently that she would be able to conquer her fears.   Although she was still scared to death, we found a guide who helped her mount the horse and then walked and guided the horse the entire trip---over 3 hours.   This guide was a girl in her twenties who worked here to support her family.  Afterwards, she had a long walk home each night.  We all clapped and cheered when Sister Snell completed the ride!   What a trooper!

See that trickle of water in the background?    That is the waterfall we came to see..... they are in a drought so this is the extent of it!

Even though the waterfall was small, we were not disappointed at all.   The "joy was in the journey".   We all made it!  And suddenly 3 guides appeared in time for pictures....where had they been for the past hours?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

People in Lesotho dress differently than in South Africa.   They usually wear a heavy blanket wrapped around their shoulders (it was hot.....I am wearing short sleeves which means it is over 80 degrees F.) He is also wearing a ski cap which is typical even in the summer.   I don't know if you can tell from this picture, but the second horse was so very thin.  That is his pack horse.  We passed this man on the trail. 

 

The third day found us traveling to a dam.   The Chandlers had made arrangements online for a boat ride.   Again, we spent at least an extra hour driving to find the location.   Sister Chandler called our tour company and they said we were almost there.   Soon. we arrived at a large building but we were informed it was the Maintenance/Office building for the dam...and not the location for a boat trip.   We continued to drive around and finally called the tour company again.     They told us to drive to a lodge and wait for them.   We struggled to find the "lodge" but succeeded.   It was a large building with 3 annexes that could sleep a huge group, but it was deserted except for us.   After 20 minutes, our tour guide arrived and said, "Follow me."   We headed outside and jumped in our cars but the guide was no where to be seen!    We slowly circled the area and then went out on the main road.   We guessed which direction to go and started driving.    Where in the world could our guide be????    They must have noticed we were not behind them.  Sister Chandler threw up her hands and said, "Let's go home."  However, we continued  for quite a ways more, when we saw their car behind us.    We had missed a turn (no one showed us or mentioned a turn.)  So we turned around and followed them.  

Eventually we arrived at the dam.   The reservoir was very. very low.   The boat launch and buildings were way above the water.   We had to walk down to a makeshift area to climb in the boat.    Although there was not much to see or do, we coerced the one other Lesotho couple on the boat to join us as we taught them American songs (Row, Row, Row Your Boat, Three Blind Mice and Mary Had a Little Lamb) and they tried their best to teach us their national anthem.  We would not recommend this excursion to anyone, but we still had fun. 

These are the most dedicated, hard working and fun couples you can find.   We hated to see our last day end.   The Chandlers were incredible "hosts".   Each night we returned to a yummy crockpot dinner with all of the extras.   Each day for lunch, they provided a delicious picnic.   They shared with us an inspirational power point presentation they made for Christmas.  It left us reflecting again on the Savior, his birth, his mission and what he means for each of us.  

Each night after dinner and visiting we went back to our hotel and played games until late.   We tried to get the Chandlers to join us but they preferred to stay home and collapse, after all the cooking and touring.   

Early Friday morning, December 18, we headed home.   We felt so blessed to see this country and share it with 4 wonderful couples.  

The Best Feeling! Surprise!

Decembere 24, 2015

Greetings to our Wonderful Friends and family,

We (mostly me, but Elder Todd helped with the dishes..and there were many) decided to make cookies and candy and take them around to people we love.   I ended up being very creative with substitutions for candy making.      I actually went online and "googled"  to find how to make Karo Syrup and caramel  and many other things.   The candy didn't taste the same, but it was close enough.  We also made sugar cookies and frosted dozens and dozens.    Now I know why most people don't bake or make candy for Christmas in South Africa---it is too hot to have your oven on!!!!!   Our landlady thought I was crazy, but I was determined to deliver Christmas goodies.   Of course, I was sampling the goodies and eating more than my share.  

Many of the people are not used to super sweet things like fudge, truffles,etc., so I wasn't sure if they would like it.   However, they all smacked their lips and asked me to bring them more (not until the weather is much cooler).    We loved visiting with people and sharing a Christmas message.   We were able to share several Christmas videos and felt the true meaning of Christmas. 

I imagine that all of you are very hustling and bustling with all the Christmas preparations.  We are striving to help people focus on our Savior Jesus Christ.   It has been interesting to experience the "Spirit of Christmas" in South Africa.   The feeling is very different here.    Very few homes (even with small children) have a Christmas tree or any decorations.     Those that have trees, have 3 foot trees.   The emphasis is on big parties with lots of food and lots of drinking.   People are planning  braiis (bar-b-ques) and going to the beach (remember it has been over 100 degrees and very humid).   Many people return to the "land of their birth" for the "festive season" as it is called here.    We have seldom heard the word "Christmas" by anyone.   In fact, families often send their children to a relative in another city for the festive season if there is not enough money for the entire family to travel. 

Church attendance has been way down!   If people do not go out of town, they stay at home and take a "holiday" from church, work, obligations etc.   Last Sunday, Elder Todd and I were asked to give the sermons at church.    There were only15 people, including us.  It was empty.   We were wondering if it was because they heard we were speaking (ha) but then we remembered that we had only been asked to speak the night before--so no one knew we were the program. 

THE BEST FEELING

No matter where you live, or what time of year, the best feeling comes from focusing on other people.   We have been so blessed to be able to do that!!!!!    We hope we have been able to brighten lives, lift burdens and share the joy of Jesus Christ.   But WE have been blessed as well.  It is hard to describe the feeling of gratitude that washes over me several times each day.   I will briefly share what happened one day.   (It is so hard for me to be brief because I want to share every detail of our work here.)

Elder Todd and I were driving to Enselini to visit the Alvanas.   They do not consider it a "visit" unless you stay AT LEAST one and a half hours.    If you pop in for 10 minutes, they do NOT feel that you visited them.   We had many things we felt we needed to do that Friday and we said to ourselves, "We will NOT stay more than one hour."   However, as we sat outside talking, it seemed like this family was our own family!   We enjoyed hearing every detail of the past week.   We sat and discussed random things. We also showed 4 short videos and they loved them.  So we showed the same ones again.    I looked at my watch a few times and ignored what I saw.   Finally, after 2 1/2 hours they said, "You probably need to go see someone else."   We were so HAPPY we had stayed and given our full time and attention to this wonderful family.

We left and drove back to town to visit a part member family, Freddy and Asha.   We had the exact same experience here.....2 1/2 hours of heart- felt visiting.  They have many issues that they repeat over and over and over.   But we did not feel impatient.   we listened carefully.   We showed a few videos here also.   They have 6 grown children that live nearby but they are still "lonely" and hungry for inspirational messages.  

We headed for home, realizing we had not accomplished much on our "To-Do" list.  Yet, we felt so filled with happiness!   Then we had a thought to go visit Bongi, who just finished all his cancer treatments.   His wife just joined, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but he is not interested.    He was semi-interested in letting us stop by, but agreed to let us come for only a few minutes.    Well, he shared so many of his feelings and struggles.   His wife had been feeling overwhelmed with the financial/emotional burdens of cancer.    As we prayed together, shared their burdens and shared a thought, we all felt peaceful.   They had us stay for over an hour. 

When we finally left, we felt exhausted and exhilarated for the friendships we have made here.   There is no better feeling!

SURPRISE.....but more than one person was surprised.  

The following Saturday we attended a surprise party for Bongi.    Because it was a surprise, we felt we needed to be on time.  We left a practice for a Christmas program early, and drove to the party at 5:00 as instructed.    We were the ONLY ones there and we didn't dare go up to their apartment and ruin the surprise.   At 5:30 one other person arrives.   At 7:00 others arrive.   There is a pool for this apartment complex and we are sitting around the pool waiting for the guest of honor.  At about 8:00 the party begins.  At 8:45, Elder Todd stands up and is talking to some people.   He takes a step backwards, and falls backwards into the swimming pool!    He is fully dressed in his suit pants, white shirt, tie, dress shoes, etc.   I see a big splash and realize my companion is thrashing about in the pool!   It would have been no big deal, except he twisted his knee as he fell.   He has been limping and in pain for the past 6 days.   He is putting ice on  it when he can.   

But maybe even worse, is his iphone was ruined.    We have had the iphone for 5 months and it makes our work so much easier---texting is much easier and we can hear better on the phone.     We even took it to a repair shop in Durban when we went for our mission party.
 Oh well!    The challenges of modern technology.

CHRISTMAS WITH THE MISSION

Another way to feel the Christmas spirit is to join with 110 young missionaries, 6 senior couples and our mission president and his wife.

All of the missionaries within a 4 hour drive came to Durban for a Christmas Party hosted by our mission president.     They repeated this party on the other side of the mission for the 30 missionaries and senior couples that live 5-11 hours away.   Each missionary zone sang a Christmas carol and presented a Christmas message.   President Zachrison shared powerful insights on the Savior, we had a catered meal (Yipee!   No cooking and no dishes!!!).    The spirit filled the room.   What a treat to see these 18-21 year old boys/men sacrificing so much to share the message of Jesus Christ.    So many of them have never been away from home before----especially at Christmas.    It was supposed to go from 11 am- 3pm but it lasted until 5:30.   So many of these missionaries are in isolated places and this was a chance for them to gather with other missionaries. 

We testify that Jesus Christ lives.   He is our Savior.    He is the "reason for the season".   He is "The Gift" to every person who will ever live.

Merry Christmas,

Elder and Sister Todd

Grandma and Grandpa

Mom and Dad

Nana and Papa