On Friday we got on the bus to go work in our area and there just seemed to be a lot of confusion. There was a lot of yelling and I just couldn't figure out what was going on. Then we got closer to the middle of the bus and saw that there was a very old man with a bible in his hand "preaching" to the crowded bus. He was actually just sort of yelling about how no one could stop him from preaching the gospel. Not his mom, not his son-in-law who is a sargeant in the army, not anyone on the bus, not the police, not even the Devil. I thought it was interesting that he did more yelling about how no one could stop him from preaching than he did actually preaching.
There was this heavy black woman who got up and started making fun of him and yelling "hallelujah!" and "praise Jesus!" and so he turned around and they started arguing. She said some things about his mom, I think, so he called her a fat cow. "Not even this fat cow can stop me from preaching the gospel!"
It was some good entertainment that we don't normally have the opportunity to watch on the daily trip to our area.
We had to pass right through the middle of it though to get to the back of the bus, and I was afraid he was going to drag us into it. Luckily I don't think he knew who we were.
On Sunday night we went to the First Presidency's Christmas Devotional at the stake center. We were standing out in front waiting for some people with an older woman who is a member of a different ward when this guy got off of the bus like a block away from the chapel. He was yelling and banging on all of the street signs as we walked down the road towards us. We didn't pay much attention to him until he started yelling louder and running towards us. The three of us turned around and ran towards the chapel entrance. We got in and slammed the door shut with him right behind us. When we closed the door he turned around and ran out and disappeared down the road. Some of the older priesthood holders got in their cars and went looking for him, but no one found him. It was weird.
Last week was our mission Christmas Party. We just played soccer all day, ate, and watched Dreamer which was actually a really good movie. Maybe I've just been so removed from media that anything is good to me now. But no, I think it really was good.
The lady that we helped last week didn't go to church again this week. We're having doubts about her; she's not committing to much. And it's difficult because we haven't been able to work in our area lately because of transfers. But we still have a lot of hope for her. Keep those prayers a-comin'.
Love,
Elder Sisco