Amigo, Muchos gracias, ocho, quatro, Jesus Christo, hermana, hermanos, buenos noches, bueno . . . that's about all the Espanol I know . . .
Tonight I went on splits with the Spanish speaking sister missionaries. It was fun, but quite a different experience. This sister I was with (Hermana Lilly) was a white, American, native English speaker from Texas. Everywhere we went, though, except for one house, she only spoke in Spanish. I had no clue what was going on most of the night, but it was fun!
One family (the one who spoke quite a bit of English) has a dad who has been taking lessons from the missionaries for 2 years, but has not decided, yet to get baptized. We also went tracting to a couple of houses while we were stalling for time. One of the men we spoke to is interested in going to church, but doesn't want to go by himself. Hermana Lilly said she would find someone to contact him and go with him. We gave him a movie and he seemed fairly receptive.
The Church is true . . . in any language!
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