There was a reoccurring theme this week. Somehow, throughout the whole weekend, we ended up proselyting with the Jehovah Witnesses. It all started Friday morning as we were finishing out morning studies. A knock came to our door. I was a bit puzzled because as missionaries we do not have visitors very often. After opening the door I realized it was the Jehovah Witnesses...and they realized we were the Mormons. Their first words were, "You have a nametag. Oh." Yes, thank you. We had a nice conversation with them and exchanged pamphlets, bidding each other farewell. Or so we thought.
Turns out they were contacting in our area so we were working alongside them after our appointment was unavailable.
Friday we ran into some of them again as they were, of course, contacting. We thought that would be it. Somehow on Sunday we crossed paths with them once again. They were teaching somebody on a porch. So we got a glimpse of what we look like to outsiders when we are having a lesson with someone. That was funny.
Sunday night was quite the adventure. The busses are very unreliable on Sundays, especially at night. After a lesson we were waiting at the bus stop for 45 minutes and no buses were on the roads. We were really nervous if we were actually going to make it home. We finally saw what looked like a van but it ended up being a taxi. He said he would take us to town for 10 dollars but we didn't have that much so we declined. After a bit of bartering, he offered to take us to town where we would catch yet another bus, for 5 dollars. DEAL! Along the way he said it was a free ride and that was his one good dead for the day. Many blessing are coming his way. When we finally reached town he pulled over to let us out but the side door wouldn't open. He got out of the car and tried to open it from the outside to no avail. So instead, my companion and I had to climb over 2 rows of seats in the van and climb out of the back window, in skirts, on a busy road. The poor bus driver was so embarrassed that we had to do that but we assured him it was the highlight of our night. Never a dull week in the mission field.
This was yet another great week spent as a missionary. Roughly 3 more to enjoy!
Sister Breana Stewart