A Week of Firsts
All right. So firsts:
First transfer! I am now in Pasay 5A, which is Pasay Stake 5th Ward Missionary area A. Not too ridiculous.
You are right, Pasay is huge! I'm not exactly sure, but we are pretty close to Baclaran. We go to church on Donada Street. Pasay 5th ward is pretty new, it's only a few years old now. Most people are converts in the ward. But it's all cool.
It seems, however, baptisms have been a long time nonexistent. But we'll fix that, according to my companion.
He is named Elder Jones. There are two in the mission. He is the one who goes home in 4 months and is American. But he isn't trunky. Still gets smacked in the face with the fact that he's close to dead. (“Close to dead” refers to the idea that a missionary’s time has been completed.)
First time shaking a Filipino politician's hand. Or 8 of them. Yes, here in the Philippines, elections get pretty crazy. In order to make more of a mark, candidates will go around the town shaking hands with anyone they can, in order to show they are a people person and make more of an impression.
So now I've shaken 8 hands of people who hope to lead the Philippines soon. They all were very surprised when they found out we knew Tagalog.
There are posters absolutely everywhere. Not just that, but we have theme songs for every candidate, and they are blasted from vehicles that just drive around. All day. All morning, all during studies, all afternoon, during lessons. Constant. But it's fun.
I also got Bible bashed for the first time. That wasn't too comfortable.
But we really could have done nothing. The man was an expert debater. He was so good, he proved to us that we were wrong that he was debating when we told him we'd rather not. Using his excellent knowledge and language he proved that we were wrong and that it wasn't a debate. Then continued to tell us how we named our church wrong, how we must base all faith on the Bible only, how our prophet cannot be because there are no more prophets, how our church is not international the way the true church is, and how we only think we know these things. When we told him we knew because we had asked God, he was astounded. "How did you ask him?" he said "Did you see him? And even if you said a question, how can you get an answer?" He asked them rhetorically of course. It brings to mind how it says in the scriptures: Woe unto them who deny the power of the Holy Ghost, who say there is no more revelation, and God doesn't speak to man.
I mostly remained silent. I wasn't sure how to respond. Trying to prove my point back would have been futile, and testimony would simply be twisted and profaned. He was certainly an expert at gratifying pride. Somehow, he always proved that we were wrong, no matter what we said. He would jump from one topic to another, and take our words out of context to use them against us. He chastised my poor companion, because my companion has been on a mission 20 months and couldn't pull the exact scripture that the guy was thinking of out of a hat. At first, he told us we need to study the Bible (which we do, we just don't memorize every scripture, nor the one he was thinking of) and then at the end, told us we need to search on the internet for the leader of Church of God International, or Dating Daan.
I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing, but it definitely made me sad. I don't know why he was so hostile.
Oh well.
Time to go.
With Love,
Elder Streeter
First transfer! I am now in Pasay 5A, which is Pasay Stake 5th Ward Missionary area A. Not too ridiculous.
You are right, Pasay is huge! I'm not exactly sure, but we are pretty close to Baclaran. We go to church on Donada Street. Pasay 5th ward is pretty new, it's only a few years old now. Most people are converts in the ward. But it's all cool.
It seems, however, baptisms have been a long time nonexistent. But we'll fix that, according to my companion.
He is named Elder Jones. There are two in the mission. He is the one who goes home in 4 months and is American. But he isn't trunky. Still gets smacked in the face with the fact that he's close to dead. (“Close to dead” refers to the idea that a missionary’s time has been completed.)
First time shaking a Filipino politician's hand. Or 8 of them. Yes, here in the Philippines, elections get pretty crazy. In order to make more of a mark, candidates will go around the town shaking hands with anyone they can, in order to show they are a people person and make more of an impression.
So now I've shaken 8 hands of people who hope to lead the Philippines soon. They all were very surprised when they found out we knew Tagalog.
There are posters absolutely everywhere. Not just that, but we have theme songs for every candidate, and they are blasted from vehicles that just drive around. All day. All morning, all during studies, all afternoon, during lessons. Constant. But it's fun.
I also got Bible bashed for the first time. That wasn't too comfortable.
But we really could have done nothing. The man was an expert debater. He was so good, he proved to us that we were wrong that he was debating when we told him we'd rather not. Using his excellent knowledge and language he proved that we were wrong and that it wasn't a debate. Then continued to tell us how we named our church wrong, how we must base all faith on the Bible only, how our prophet cannot be because there are no more prophets, how our church is not international the way the true church is, and how we only think we know these things. When we told him we knew because we had asked God, he was astounded. "How did you ask him?" he said "Did you see him? And even if you said a question, how can you get an answer?" He asked them rhetorically of course. It brings to mind how it says in the scriptures: Woe unto them who deny the power of the Holy Ghost, who say there is no more revelation, and God doesn't speak to man.
I mostly remained silent. I wasn't sure how to respond. Trying to prove my point back would have been futile, and testimony would simply be twisted and profaned. He was certainly an expert at gratifying pride. Somehow, he always proved that we were wrong, no matter what we said. He would jump from one topic to another, and take our words out of context to use them against us. He chastised my poor companion, because my companion has been on a mission 20 months and couldn't pull the exact scripture that the guy was thinking of out of a hat. At first, he told us we need to study the Bible (which we do, we just don't memorize every scripture, nor the one he was thinking of) and then at the end, told us we need to search on the internet for the leader of Church of God International, or Dating Daan.
I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing, but it definitely made me sad. I don't know why he was so hostile.
Oh well.
Time to go.
With Love,
Elder Streeter