I look at him and roll around a bit before I get up. I resented the fact that he wakes me up after such a wonderful dream-- I had a new companion in my dreams. It was no secret that Elder Thompson and I had friction in our companionship except to Elder Thompson. I hid if from him out of resentment. I really had some control issues that day.
“What are we going to study today Elder,” I said attempting to hide the irritation in my voice.
Resentment and all, I believed him. I resented him because he was such a good person even though I wanted him to be evil so that I could feel justified in being upset with him. I couldn't stay upset long. He was too cheerful! I was not a morning person.
Well, maybe not both ways—but it felt like it. After rescheduling all of the appointments, Elder Thompson suggested that we track Singqangana Crescent. (When saying this word, Singquangana, the "q" makes a popping sound. Xhosa is an interesting and beautiful language!) I agree fully expecting to find some good people to teach finally.
The heat still beat down, and we, heads high, and armed for battle, marched up to the first house and began our adventure. That adventure was mark by disappointment. Every door we went to no parents were home or they couldn’t speak English. A few said no, which is uncommon in Xhosa Culture when it comes to having messengers of God.
We were discouraged, but we shoved on with little faith of finding anyone. We tracted for 5 hours and it was getting dark.
“Well, if we are going to have success we are teaching at the next house.”
“We will teach at this next house,” said Elder Thompson with determination. He wanted to get a good investigator (a person interested in our message is an investigator) for us to teach. We had prayed for such an experience. We walked to the door and knocked, but we had no answer. As soon as we decided to leave, the door crept open and a handsome middle-aged Xhosa woman answered the door.
She gazed intently at us, waiting for us to explain our presence at her door at such an hour in the night, about 7 pm “We are missionaries From The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-days Saints,” Began Elder Thompson. “We have a message about a plan that God has for us to be happy and we want to share it with you and your family. Would you be interested?”
“O yes, I would like for you to share it with us, but I have no where for you to sit. In our house live others who I lease out to, and my family and I only use this one room.”
“We don’t mind,” I said. “We are here to share with you not for comfort, but out of love.”
“Can we teach you outside before the night becomes too dark,” says Elder Thompson.
“Yes, on my stoop. I will get you some chairs and I will sit on the stoop.” She went inside. We looked at each other, knowing our goal to teach families. We question each other with our eyes.
I then said as we walked around the house to the open area where the stoup was, “Do you think we should teach her.”
“I do too, I hope it goes well.” We sat well in the open where neighbors and passersby could see and commenced the introduction of ourselves and the discussion, the first discussion. Immediately the Spirit attended the Sister, and us. Her name is Nomakwasi Magwensthu and she listened to us. I felt as if my heart would burst with joy as I spoke and listened—bearing testimony of my companion’s words and those of my own.
She believed all. “I asked if we gave you a copy of the Book of Mormon, would you read it.”
Immediately my soul delighted again. “Nothing,” said Elder Thompson, “It is a free gift to you from us.” With that, she took the book, hugged it, and caressed it. We continued with the discussion, and wanted to schedule another appointment to follow-up. We did, and commenced our journey home.
|Inzuluwasi and Injinglawasi Magwenthu|
at thierbaptism. The children of
Nomakwasi Magwenthu. Elder Mashila
on the left, me on the right
|NomaKwasi Magwenthu at her baptism|
. Elder Thompson did the honors. Elde
r Thompson to the Right, Elder
Johnson, me, to the left and Sister
Magwenthu in the middle.