Well, Zombie/NerfGun Pday was the greatest thing ever made. Ever. We had a total of 12 people there, including the district, Elder Andrews, and 2 members. IT was so rad. Between us all, we had 2 electric guns, 2 revolver guns--one with a crossbow scope--a disk launcher, a shotgun (that was mine), and a bunch of pistols. Zombies and brains everywhere.
At one point, it was just Elder Andrews wielding duellies and Elder Robbins with an electric gun. They stood there valiantly, defending themselves against the zombie hordes. Just as the last fell, Andrews asked, "Are we the only ones left?"
Without hesitation, Andrews drew his pistol and shot Elder Robbins in the head, grabbed a handful of ammo and sprinted away.
Oh man we were yelling, "What a dirtbag!"
With terrific zombie roars and the endless moan of the undead, all us zombies rised again and in an endless onslaught, threw ourselves at the last survivor. I managed to get him too. Out of ammo, he was powerless as a zombie pushed past the bodies of its fallen fellows and tackled him, devour his guts. As he fell over against the door, his body hit the doorhandle and he tumbled out the door and partially outside. IT WAS AWESOME.
The loudest scream that day was from Sister Nelson, who after killing a zombie, sidled closer to investigate its remains. Little did she know there was still some fight left in it and it rolled onto its belly and crawled with horrifying speed towards it. That was me again. It was seriously one of the funnest P-days I've had on my mission. Somehow, I'll have to organize another later.
Otherwise, it was a pretty standard week. We had a miracle though. Elder Losee had felt prompted to visit a certain street and so he did. He talked with a lithuanian man who said they could come back later.
So we did.
When we knocked the door, a lady answered, saying her boyfriend was upstairs and preoccupied. She asked then, "What's the difference between your church and the Catholic church?" and bode us to enter. Perfect!
We then shared a super cool conversation with her and taught the Restoration. I believe she mentioned she wasn't religious, (and obviously enjoyed her alcohol), but was very open to learn more--partially to improve her English--and accepted a Book of Mormon. she was also Lithuanian by the way. It's not every day somebody just straight-up lets you in. Really neat. Follow up for suresies.
Also, we decided to go look up a member in a neighbouring city. We hopped in the bus, away we had an appointment in a while, but supposing the bus would be short...
We sat on that dang bus for an hour! Rode it right to the end. The adress we had was for Willemstad, but the street itself was in the nearby Helwijk. Worst name ever for a neighbourhood. Anydoodle, as we got off, somebody approached and asked in English if we were from Canada. He had noticed the flag on my backpack and decided to ride until we got off so he could chat. Neat. Quickly switched to Dutch and talked to this guy. Maybe about 18. Very friendly and helpful, a true champ. We gave him a card and everything. We'll see what happens I guess.
Afterwards, we went to the members and had a cool chat. We talked about our missions and a bit about hers with her non-member husband. He's a swell guy and is actually supportive of her, though he himself is not interested. At the end, I also discovered he was a Halo fan. Augh! Awesome. He drove us home as well that night. Insta-friend engaged.
Otherwise, we didn't get to meet with most of the people we usually meet with. The weather went sour and rainy and I almost got sick. Just avoided it. A lot of other people did though. Dangit. We went to the military family in Breda again. I held an AK47. Whoa.
Next week should be interesting.
Tot volgende keer,