Hey you guys remember the Red Scare? I learned about it in APUSH one time. But to be honest, I've mostly forgotten what it was exactly. I just remember people in the United States were really scared about like communist spies or something. Or they were scared that communism was going to take over America. I don't remember the details. Don't tell Ms. Wright, she'll be super mad.
But basically, something similar (probably) is going down in Bolivia right now and everyone's freaking out about it. Basically the president of Bolivia wants to be a dictator and the government is currently trying to pass a new codigo penal that's basically going to make Bolivia communist. Which would make everything us missionaries do illegal, supposedly. So lots of protests and street blocking have been going down, mostly in other parts of Bolivia. Luckily, Riberalta is pretty chill, so nothing's really happening here. But we're all just like waiting for news on that. And wondering if we would just have to leave our mission behind in a couple weeks. But we're all pretty sure we'll be fine. Just that thought is kind of in the back of my mind all the time. I hate communism.
Literally just imagined Presidente Evo like Anakin; "I am more powerful than any Bolivian president who ever lived! This is the way to peace, in my new dictatorship"
and the rest of Bolivia; "YOUR NEW DICTATORSHIP????"
This week, I learned that people here really don't get the Sabbath day. Yesterday morning, Elder Quintana and I decided to go stop by the houses of like 6 of our investigators before church to remind them to go. Unfortunately, it was raining. Like really hard. Of course, that means nothing to us missionaries. luckily, I found a kind of crappy poncho in our house since I had accidentally left my umbrella and stuff in Santa Cruz a few months back. So I put that on and we headed out. Unfortunately, the hood on the poncho was way too small so my head wasn't covered. So my head got completely soaked. The rain even washed the freaking gel from my hair down into my EYEBALLS, and it stung really bad. We walked through a lot of mud, the bottom half of my pants got soaked and really dirty from all the mud, but we kept going. And even with all the effort we put in, and the tears from the hair gel stung eyeballs, none of those investigators wanted to come because of the rain. Pucha.
But despite all that, we endure. (imagine inspirational music in the background) We keep walking, and sweating, and swatting mosquitos, because this is the truth dang it!
We're part of the gathering of Israel! Christ is coming! And these people aren't ready for that yet! So we're going to keep on going. Even though this country might turn itself communist soon.
Pray for democracy
Elder Bingham
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| The rains came down and the floods came up |
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Oh i also had intercambio with Elder Millis that day. he's a pal
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our ward mission leader has a motocar (like a motorcycle/tricycle thing) that
he took us home from church in in the pouring rain. Us in our ponchos
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