Monday, March 23, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
Jorge and I
Okay
for real though, let me just complain for a sec. Today we had to go to a new
email place because ours was closed, so we stopped at the first internet shop
we saw, and now I am stuck in a dingy, grungy place where someone apparently
decided it would be a good idea to spew sweet chili sauce all over my computer
booth (INCLUDING THE KEYBOARD). So now my fingers are really sticky and
every five minutes i have to use hand sanitizer to cover up the smell. Also,
the "2" key on my keyboard is sketchy, so in case I have to type
numbers later on in this email....dont get too confused.
Im trying to get the
motivation to write this email. This very well might be the last email you guys
get for the blog just because they take so much darn time and I am so darn
lazy.
So, my "Children
of the World" story for the week: So last Monday during proselyting
hours, SIster Mathews and I came to a construction site in our area (no
surprise there) and for some reason, the people in charge f the construction
thought it would be a good idea to block off a main intersection with 15 foot
high mountains of dirt and rubble. So sister mathews and i could have easily
turned around, but that would have added on an unnecessary 20 minutes to our
travel time so we just stood there staring at the mounds of dirt with market
pedestrians crowding around us trying to direct us which way we should go.
Finally, I made the executive decision to get off my bike and essentially throw
it over the mountain. As i was struggling through this not-well-thought-out
task, four boys of about 6 years of age with no shirts on peeked their heads
over the top of the mountain and called down "We'll help you!"
Climbing my own body over the dirt was sort of a crawling thing and required
both my hands, so you can see how I was struggling with my bike. But one boy
grabbed my front tire and pulled it towards him and then each of his friends
grabbed a part of my bike and they lifted it over the top of the mound, calling
out directions to each other with me at the tail end holding onto the back
tire. I slid myself down the other side of the mountain and then they went back
to help Sister Mathews. I was just smiling through the whole ordeal. Once we
got our bikes on the ground I told the boys, "If I had candy I would give
you some! But I dont have any, sorry. Thank you so much!" And they
just waved goodbye as we rode off. I just...........love Cambodia. and
Cambodians. And little seemingly insignificant moments that I will always smile
about for the rest of my life.
Also, Sister Jepsen
totally thvee baabed me this week. (im sick of not speaking Khmer in these
emails. Sometimes its just easier.) Our power went out and the landlady was
over at our house trying to fix the situation, and Sister Jepsen started a
conversation with her about Cambodian music, and then we parted ways. Well,
wouldnt you know it, the landlady didnt forget. So she called the nearest
sister to come meet her outside the gate of our house to give lyrics to her
favorite cambodian song. Well, I was the lucky winner and so I went out to meet
her, and instead of just handing me the lyrics she started serenading me and
trying to teach me how to sing (lesson: Cambodian music DOES NOT mean american
music with Cambodian lyrics. It means weirdo ancient asian tonal songs....that
I am not capable of singing well, but im really good at making fun of). She
literally didnt stop singing for ten minutes and then she was like "okay
got it? your turn!" And I mumbled some random words trying to read
her chicken scrawl and also failing at the tune of the song and she was like "okay
you dont know it yet. listen again." ROUND 2. I finally got back
inside and threw the paper at sister jepsen who was like "she sang for
you?! Dangit I wish I had been there! Do you think she'll sing again for
me?" So i went to wash my dishes. At this point, you should know
that our house and the landlady's house are connected and her bathroom connects
to our kitchen. So WHILE THIS WOMAN IS SITTING ON THE TOILET, I hear her voice
through the walls, "SIster! Listen to this:" and then she
starts playing the song on her phone and I just have to stand there listening
through the walls as she plays this ten minute long song. SIster Jpesen and I
covertly witched places so that sister jpesen could be like " Oh yes,
ming, i see, oh yes, understood okay i know the song now thank you!"
It was a little extreme. but very funny.
Also....some mornings
Im doing my personal study, trying to read about Jesus and
stuff...............and I hear monks chanting to our neighbors next door. Some
might say its ironic. Just makes you think, ya know?
So yesterday, SIster
Mathews and I had a lesson with one of our investigators Kunthia. She
is...............interesting, to say the least. She has very little education
and is difficult to teach because she thinks our church is a school and that everything
we teach is just a nice bunch of stories and not actually truth. not because
she stubborn or unbelieving, just because shes kind of a ditz and no matter how
many time we explain what our job is, she doesnt really understand. But she
comes to church every week and keeps all of our commitments and reads and prays
and she wants to learn so hey. we'll teach. We decided it would be good for her
to see the movie Finding Faith in Christ, which details His life and shows His
power, authority and divinity. It was HILARIOUS to watch this with her because
every time something important happened she seriously did not understand. And
every time something unimportant happened....well she tended to focus on that.
Example: We are watching the scene where Thomas is talking about Jesus Christ
and she goes "What? What is that they're eating? Beans?" And
then when Jesus is helping the disciples on the boat she goes, "Wow. So
pretty. WOah! Thats a lot of fish!" Like...she is hysterical. It is
a crack-up to teach her. Shes not just your average blonde, she cant read or
anything and has ZERO knowledge of God and its just a little difficult to help
her understand the importance of what we're teaching. But shes really sweet and
honestly more reliable than most of our other investigators so we're stickin
with her.
PS Sister Jepsen is
very much convinced that I have a tapeworm.
So to end off, we had
zone conference this past week, and Elder Gong from the Quorum of the Seventy
came with his wife. they taught us a great deal about the Book of Mormon and
Joseph Smith and helping our investigators and members to understand the
importnace of the Book of Mormon, and especially to help them all have "a
meaningful experience" with the Book of Mormon. And of course, how to
become better teachers. It was really awesome. one thing that I really loved,
on a personal level,m was when Elder gong started the meeting. I think I told
you guys a while ago that my MTC teacher, Lookkruu Oleson, once made me a
promise that by the end of my 18 months of service, I would know why Heavenly
Father sent me to Cambodia. Well, one of the first things Elder Gong told us
was this: "You can rest assured that God wants you to be here right now.
He called you here. He sent a lot of other people to a lot of other places, but
He sent YOU, HERE, NOW." It was so powerful the way he said that,
and wouldnt ya know? Zone Conference was on the day of my exact 18 month mark.
I still dont necessarily know the exact reason WHY, but I know that it was no
mistake for me to be called here, now, to this place, at this time.
I have been grateful
for every single moment, difficult, painful, awkward, strange, hilarious or
otherwise.
I can honestly say
that I love my mission. I love Cambodia. I love all the people I've met here. I
love Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus Christ. I love the Book of Mormon. I
love this church. And I know its the only way for us to find complete, true and
lasting happiness. I am eternally grateful for my mission, which taught me to
love these things more than I ever have before.
Peace out. See you
guys soon.
Love, Sister
Davis
Monday, March 2, 2015
The Godfather, Part 7: The Sister Training Leader
Okay Im really sorry you
guys, but emailing seems to be pretty fruitless to me nowadays. Dont be
surprised if you dont get these big long weekly emails for the last couple
weeks of my mission.
Anywho, recently Ive been
making jokes about how Im not even done yet and the mission has already bot
caoled me. that is Cambodian for toss into a trashcan like a rotten fish head
(PS Sister Spangler bought me an actual fish head to keep as a pet this week,
but thats another story). I dont actually feel that way, but I started cracking
jokes about it when i stopped being the Sister training Leader for my last
transfer, and then there was this secret English Class meeting that I wasnt
invited to (im trying to be sarcastic by the way. President Moon doesnt do
"invite-only" meetings). So we were laughing about that to and i was
like, whelp they dont care about me and my opinion anymore. this all became
quite poignant as Sister Spangler and Sister jepsen called me into their room
to have a little chat. They were all like...we need your help. You are the most
senior sister in this house and we're doing a sister training leader exchange
but we need you to go with one of the sisters because she wont listen to us. I
started laughing because I was like, I dont know why you think she would listen
to me, but they made the point that in Khmer culture age has a big pull. So
they pulled me in to be a third sister training leader to help out with this
one exchange.
(obviously Im making this
sound way more dramatic than it actually was).
I am not kidding I had a
field day with the whole fiasco. I couldnt take it seriously. I SO BADLY wanted
to grab my stuffed animal and start petting it and throw some cotton balls in
my mouth and go, "You show me nothin but disrespect. And now, you come to
me, askin for help, on this the day of my daughters wedding." (Brooklyn
accent implied).
I was a brat about it
because exchanges are on of my least favorite things, BUT I did what they asked
me to and came out alive. it was actually a really fun day and I was happy to
do it. I went with Sister Harris comp and at the end of the day she and I were
cracking each other up as per usual. And then Sister Jepsen stole Sister
Harris'cake mix so all in all, it was worth it.
I also have your weekly
English Class Sign Holding quote of the week.
A young man who speaks
decent English for CAmbodian comes up,
finds out that we speak Khmer and goes "Wow! how long have you been here
for?" Me: "a year and a half." Him: "You lovee
Cambodia?" Me: "Yes, I love Cambodia." Him: "Good. CAMBODIA
LOVE YOU TOO!" That was great. It finally loves me back, you guys.
Speaking of weekly things:
Bong Sokhaa's weekly spotlight. here it is:
We decided to go see her as a back up one night, so it was an impromptu
lesson that we hadn't fleshed out much. We just did a really basic lesson on
the life of Christ and shared John 3:16 (classic). And she just sat there and
after reading the verse she goes, "Sometimes I wonder how He did it. I
wonder how God would send His own Son. it would be too hard to send your own
child to do that. But I know He did it for us. Not just for one of us, but for
EVERY ONE OF US." And I was like, you bascially just dissected one of my
favorite quotes from brilliant author CS Lewis without even knowing it and you
live in a shack in Cambodia! I swear she is perfect. Her kids are doing great
too. They are still learning with the elders, and they join in and pray in our
lessons.
I would also just like to
go on a rant about this one guy in our ward named Bong Dara. He has been a
member for probably close to ten years and he is seriously AWESOME. He is one
of those people that you look at and just go....youve got a special place in
the celestial kingdom, my friend. I wont go into too much detail, but
essentially He runs our whole ward and does everything. he sacrifices times to
help everyone in every activity and the whole place would be nothing without
him. Anyway, a couple weeks ago, a random guy came up to us (again while
holding the English Class sign......you guys probably think its the only thing
that we do. In reality its just that a lot of crazy things happen when youve
got two white girls standing on the side of the road in the middle-of-nowhere
cambodia inviting people to come talk to us) and this guys handed us to cans of
orange juice. I took it gingerly and then the guy took off his helmet and what
do you know! its Bong Dara. I cannot tell you how busy this man is and how so
much fo his good deeds go unnoticed, but he still makes time to buy the
missionaries some soda. He is the definition of
Saint. Look it up.
Sidenote: as part of the
exchange I missed a wedding for a member in SMC and Im still a little bitter
about it.
OH ALSO, this week, I have
my very last Zone Conference of my mission EVER. and its fantastic because
Elder Gong is coming! A member of the Seventy is gonna be all up in our Zone
Conference and I'm stoked about it, so wait to hear more about that.
i think thats all I've got
for this week! Love you guys very much. Have a great week!
Love,
Sister Davis
Some exchange pics. We couldnt keep it together
long enough.
semi normal.
also a delayed photo from siem reap i stole
from sister litchfield.
One of the best members in Cambodia. Named Zion (pronounced Seee-yon). She should be leaving on a mission soon.
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