Africa in Perspective!

 Just before we left on our mission, Connie and John Woodward, gave us this map of Africa.  It is hard to grasp the vastness of this continent.   As you can see, Africa is larger than the United States of America, India, the British Isles, Western Europe ,Argentina and CHINA combined!

 Transfers

 We had a wonderful gathering at our home on Saturday night so the missionaries could receive the "transfer" news.   Every 6 weeks some elders are transferred and some remain for another transfer.   Everyone is anxious to find out if they are staying or going.   If they are being transferred, they are excited to hear who their new companion will be.   The energy, enthusiasm and excitement in our home could be felt!    We served dinner and then everyone gathered for the news.    This time we had to say goodbye to 3 outstanding elders....which means that we receive 3 new elders!

Saying goodbye to Elders Benissan, Doney and Lisonbee.  Usually we take a serious picture first and then a funny one.    Elder Benissan (tongue sticking out) must have been mixed up.

Still Learning the Medical System

Praise Hlatshiwayo just returned from serving a mission in Ghana for the past 18 months.   She is 21 years old and from Ngwelesane, a local congregation.   At the very end of her mission she began having seizures.   The doctor recommended she get treatment in South Africa because she was returning home very soon.    We were asked to assist her to get a complete medical workup to determine the proper diagnosis.   This seemed like a straight forward task, but did not work out that way.   We spent two days from 10-4:30 at the doctor's office and hospital in Richards Bay at a private hospital.    We were able to get a CT scan but no one could read it locally for some unknown reason.   They sent us off to Durban to a neurologist for a consultation the following week.  After looking at the scan, the doctor decided to have Praise admitted to the hospital that day (Wednesday).   Praise had no extra clothing, toothbrush, etc.   However, the doctor informed us that getting a bed in the hospital was very difficult and often takes weeks. 

 This is how the system works:  When the doctor determines you need to go to the hospital, he/she puts your name on a waiting list.   On Friday afternoon after patients are discharged, they count the beds available.   Then they call the appropriate number of names on the waiting list and inform them a bed is available.  The patient has 2 hours to get to the hospital.   Otherwise, they continue on down the waiting list until the beds are filled.   However, the doctors and labs do NOT do tests on the weekend, so the patient just sits/sleeps in the hospital over the weekend.   Occasionally, they still have vacancies on Mondays.   So they repeat the procedure of giving you 2 hours to get to the hospital or you "lose" your bed.  She said, this often goes on for weeks before you are admitted.   Because we live over 2 hours away and drive an additional 35 minutes to pick up Praise, we asked Praise to go into the hospital while we were here.   She was scared to death, but agreed. 

  Hospitals do not provide gowns, towels, soap,etc.   Praise was wearing a fancy dress---her going to church and all occasion dress-up dress.  We spent 3 1/2 hours waiting for her to be admitted.   When we left her, she was sitting on top of the hospital bed with a long orange beaded dress and fancy sandals.   She looked quite out of place. The lady in the bed next to her was screaming hysterically (They told us she needed meds but they couldn't get a hold of the doctor.  This was the neurology ward.).   We called the mission office senior couple and asked if they would bring Praise some clothing and toiletries the next day and they agreed.   It was 9:00 pm when we headed home.

The next day we called the doctor and she informed us they had done an MRI but could not do the EG.   I asked why and she said that Praise is wearing a wig and they cannot attach the sensors (or whatever they are called) to her scalp.   I asked why they didn't just remove the wig.   She asked me if I understood African wigs and I replied in the negative.   Well, this wig had been braided into Praise's real hair---every strand of hair was woven into the wig (not a hairpiece).   So.....they had arranged for a nurse who specializes in hair removal to come to the hospital the next day!    I couldn't believe that medical procedures were delayed for a wig!!!!!   

 The following day, they completed all the tests and we drove down to pick up Praise (No wig.)   On the way home, I asked her if she could have the wig attached to her hair again.   She said, that the wig could be put back on BUT the hospital staff said they had thrown the hair away.   She begged to go get it from the trash, but they said it was too late.   She said, that stealing hair in the hospital is not uncommon and nothing can be done.   These are just a few highlights.   It was an interesting experience.  We must return in two months.

Double Duty

The same day that we picked up Praise to drive her to the neurologist in Durban, we also picked up Mpho Ziqubu and took her to the mission office in Durban.     She was leaving to serve a mission in Zimbabwe.  She has no living parents, as I have mentioned before, and we felt so grateful to be able to drive her to Durban and tell her goodbye.   Her sister and brother-in-law do not have a car and do not have the money to get to Durban (and could not be gone the entire day).  Another faithful, worthy young woman to serve the Lord!

 

Inanda Heritage Trail

We had the opportunity to travel the Inanda Heritage Trail, with 3 other couples.  We hired a knowledgeable guide to accompany us and his commentary added so much.  As you know, Apartheid ended in 1994.  Several courageous men helped bring this about and changed the future of South Africa. We visited some of the places where some of these changes took place. 

  The Phoenix Settlement (named after the Phoenix bird that rises from the ashes) was where Gandhi developed his philosophy of passive resistance.  We learned so much about Gandhi's teachings. I always associated Gandhi with India, but he lived here 20 years.   Next stop was the Ohlange Institute founded by Rev. John Dube, the first president of the African National Congress.  This is also where Nelson Mandela cast his historic vote in South Africa's first democratic election in 1994.

We were grateful to learn about several white and black men who helped make this possible.   We love reading everything in these museums, but it was so hot, that we didn't linger as long as usual.  

This is where Nelson Mandela cast his historic vote for freedom but we are blocking your view of the ballot box!  Senior couples:  Sorensens from Arizona, Nielsens from Utah, Stevensons from California and us.

 

The first government house built for the black township.

In 1958, the"township" system was developed in South Africa.  The blacks were force to move to certain areas and were given a home.   These were some of the very first homes.  This township is still "operational" but people are free to move, set up businesses, schools, churches or whatever they choose.   Many people have moved to other areas, but many have remained and built larger homes. During Apartheid, there were separate townships for Blacks, Indians and Coloreds (mixed black and Indian).  Although people can move anywhere they choose, there are still many townships based on race today.  

This heritage trail was a good reminder of the price of freedom.   Freedom is not free!

Living in the Lap of Luxury

Our refrigerator finally died.   The milk has been warm and nothing from the refrigerator was chilled.  There were very few choices---either very nice or very small.   The mission said they would buy a "large" frig because we cook for large crowds on a regular basis.   The day after we purchased it, we completely filled the freezer and refrigerator with food for our youth event.   It was such a blessing to have it!   This refrigerator has all the upgrades but with a different twist!    It has an "automatic icemaker".   That means it has 3 small ice trays that you manually dump into the ice bin!   But we have ice so we feel very spoiled.    It also has a "water dispenser" in the door of the refrigerator.    I was appalled that we were getting something that was so unnecessary, but all the large models had this feature.   When we checked closely, we discovered that you must pour the water into the reservoir of the door.......then you can get water.   The reservoir holds under 2 liters of water and is very inconvenient to fill so we just use regular water and that is perfect!

More About Hair

All over the world, women are concerned about their hair.   It is no different here.   The Zulu women have hair that doesn't grow well.   We were informed that their hair will only grow about 5 inches long.   I do not know about that.   But I do know that all women we have meet wear wigs, unless their hair is shaved short.   Even those with short corn-row braids, have extra hair woven into their braids.  The women in this picture are all wearing wigs or hair extensions.   I told them why I was 

taking their picture and they were happy to show off their hair-dos. 

 Geckos are everywhere!  We noticed this one on our windshield while we were driving.   It hung on for a 30 minute ride going 120 km/75mph and arrived home safely!

Perfect Day!

 Sunday night we were driving home at 9 pm, in the dark, in the rain and wind, and with people passing us with NO headlights/tail lights/brake lights.   Driving in these conditions is very stressful and Elder Todd dislikes it very much.   But suddenly he said, "This has been a perfect day!"   He had such a warm feeling in his voice and I agreed with him.   Let me VERY briefly describe our day.

We woke up at 6:30 and hurried to get ready for church, Elder Todd reviewed his talk and I reviewed the lesson we would be teaching later.  We threw fruit, cereal, juice and milk on the table for the Taylors (who are staying here for one night) and us for breakfast.   We visited and gobbled the food at the same time (bad manners but a necessity today).  We loaded pictures, computer, speakers, extension cords and adapters, Bibles, Books of Mormon, a whiteboard and markers, DVDs to pass out, and applications for a youth activity into the car.  (We did forget a few things.)   We pulled away at 8:15 and headed for Port Durnford where Elder Todd was speaking in Sacrament Meeting.  He spoke on Malachi 3:8-10.   Grab your bibles and reread this familiar scripture.  The blessings from paying tithing are amazing!   It was another great reminder of how the Lord wants to bless each of us.   

Next we headed to Ngwelesane to teach a Temple Preparation class.  We meet in a very small teacher's lounge in an elementary school.    No air conditioning or fans---except the paper that I am waving to create a breeze.   What a wonderful feeling was present! As I reflected on the blessings of the temple, I was so grateful.   They asked so many questions that the lesson went longer than expected.   We showed a video on the computer and used the whiteboard for our teaching.   

We arrived home at the same time as the Taylors, so I fixed tuna sandwiches and Elder Todd made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.  We added chips and apples and 1 hour later we were on our way by 4:00.    Elder Todd had a meeting with the District Presidency and I sat in the hall and reviewed our next lesson.  At 6:15 pm we left and headed to Kwambonambi to teach a first discussion to a family, the Van Bredas. We have presented a Family Home Evening lesson to them.   They have 7 and 11 year old boys and live quite a ways out.   We taught them the Plan of Salvation with cut outs and pictures.   The father was not interested, but the rest of the family participated.  Before we left we played "Buckle Buckle Beanstalk" and "Hot and Cold".   We all joined in and had so much fun.   We scheduled another appointment for next Sunday and they invited us to dinner.

I agree....this was a perfect day!

We appreciate your prayers and messages.   It helps us more than you know.   We are grateful for our Savior, Jesus Christ.   We feel his guidance and help each day as we struggle to find the best way to serve.

Love,

Elder and Sister Todd

  

 

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