November 3, 2010

What a great letter dad! Filled with so much news. I love fall. I forgot Halloween was on Sunday. Did everyone dress up? Was it cold? I bet it was just a little bit cold wasn't it; like cold enough to wear a sweater. The world still gets cold like that right?

Right now I feel so so exhausted. I've been sporting the flu this week and it's been a joy. Last Satuday we had an appointment cancel because they said they had the flu; I distinctly remember saying to sister Wong, "how can anyone get the flu or a cold here? It's so hot!" The very next morning, bam, I got the flu. I should have knocked on wood. So that has made me quite tired, but on top of that we decided to bike to Brunei today for P-day. Brunei is the intensely Muslim and insanely rich tiny country just north of us. We did'nt actually enter Brunei though. The purpose of our journey was to hit up a crocodile farm up that way. Only 15 minutes more though and we could have been in Brunei. It was about an hour and a half bike ride there, which really isn't that long, but with the flu it really took it out of me. I wasn't about to miss out on the party though, all 12 of the Miri missionaries were going. We biked along the coastline the whole way there, I wanted to jump in that water so bad. It was a lot of fun, the zoo was pretty pathetic though.

Many many wonderful things have happened this week. I can't believe how fast the weeks are flying by. Yesterday was already my 14 month birthday. It's flying because I love this area, my companion is literally the best, (I feel like she is training me), and our investigators seriously rock right now. Everything went smoothly with the baptism last week. It was superb. We bought ties and white shirts for Diki, Dewa and Jackson since they didn't have any and were going to be baptized. They didn't have anything to wear to their baptism. We showed up at their house a couple hours before the baptism and gave them their gifts. They were excited, but not one of them knew how to tie and neck-tie. We had a little seminar were I showed them how to tie it. It was hysterical. I had the three of them practicing, and then their three Malay roommates came out and wanted to learn too. They were all terrible at it. I was laughing so hard, I hope that didn't make them feel bad, I don't think it did. They looked great at their baptism, wearing the ties I tied for them (they never did quite learn). I don't even know where I learned how to tie one since I never wear them, probably some friend at college taught me.

Last night, Tuesday night, we met them all again and had a great lesson about missionary work. These boys are very very very very very shy and it's like pulling teeth to get them to answer a questions. I don't know what changed but last night they actually talked! We actually had an ideal lesson where we talked 50% of the time and they talked 50% of the time. We asked them how they felt after they had been baptized and at first they just stared at the ground, like always. Then we had the inspired idea to have the two members with us share how this church has helped them first. After that they all started sharing. Diki talked about when we first started learning. Diki was the first one who really took an interest and he said at first, all his friends made fun of him for not wanting to drink or smoke with them anymore. "But now look," he said, "they're all following me to church now." Which is true. After Diki started coming Dewa came, then Jackson, then Baru, Pendi, Jonah, Hero. They all started following. And now none of them want to smoke or drink. It's great.

Jonah, Diki's friend, came to church for the first time last week. We have been trying to get him to come to church for a while. He always says he will come, but then Sunday rolls around and he goes fishing. Finally this Sunday he came. He came mainly to support his 3 friends who were be confirmed, but church ended up having an intense affect on him. When we met him last night he said after going to church just once, he no longer wanted to smoke, he no longer wanted to drink, he had Zero desire! It was amazing. I think this is the first time I have had an investigator change so significantly after just one church attendance. This church is so true. Jonah is now on date to be baptized at the end of the month.

Bonnie had his baptismal interview yesterday and passed. He is so so excited to be baptized Saturday. I don't think I have had an investigator and grateful as Bonnie. Every time we teach him he expresses the gratitude of his heart. He is so happy. A few weeks ago we were struggling with being able to help him quit smoking. He just couldn't cut the habit. Whenever we met him he would say he had smoked again "but just one stick!" His excuse was, "saya perlu buang air besar" which literally translated means "I needed to throw big water" (aka I had to poo). After he said that I just stared at him, not really following. "so you had to go to the bathroom..... and so you smoked....soooo I'm not seeing the connection here! Get a flippin magazine!" I still don't really get it but to him, it seemed like a legitimate excuse. Anyway, he has been clean for two weeks now and is still going strong. Last night after his interview I asked him what helped him stop smoking and he said he just thought one day "If I want to do this, I need to really do this" And then he stopped. The mind and spirit are so powerful, the body is weak; the desire just needs to be there.

The great thing about Bonnie is he is instensely excited about sharing the gospel with his family and friends. His father is so cute. His father loves us; and he loves the Book of Mormon, his father knows the Book of Mormon is true. But you see, his father has already been baptized so therefore, no need.... wrong. We're working on him. Bonnie's mom and dad love us so much because of how we have helped their son. They have definitely seen the change.

We are still on the hunt to find women and girls to teach. We aren't having much luck. More and more men are entering the church but without women, they aren't staying very long. Where are all the GIRLS? They are hiding somewhere.

But ya, the work keeps chugging along in Miri. The missionaries here as so much fun, which makes the work so much fun. We have big plans for thanksgiving, we are saving our Ringgit to go to the big turkey dinner buffet at the Marriott at the end of the month.

Kids still point out the largeness of my nose and thighs but I seem to love them anyway haha. The people are good to us here. It's going to be wierd to go home and not have every guy we pass on the street yell "I love you!" - I believe it's the only phrase they know in English. It's done worlds for my self esteem haha.

Love you guys

keep the letters coming

Sister Viehweg

October 26, 2010

Hey Daddy,

Good to hear Bogus has snow, Macsen said Timp also got some. aaaaahhhh snow, i will never live in a warm weather place again after this, i just love snow too much. Although it is very beautiful here. The other day we went with the Elders to visit some of their recent converts, it was the girls birthday and she invited all the missionaries in Miri to come (all ten of us). It was so beautiful biking to her place because she lives in a Kampung (kampung is the word they use for neighborhood or hometown) next to the beach. We got to bike along the beach for awhile. This place is heaven.

On the bus ride back from Sibu I had a great time looking out the window. On the trip to Sibu is was dark for most of the trip but on the way back it was still light. The bus drove through the jungle and we got to see so many longhouses tucked in the middle of nowhere. Its crazy that one house is these people's entire home town, its their Kampung.

There are two Elders serving here in Miri that are from Kuching, the big city south of us. Elder Lamat is Iban and Elder Ajek is Bidayuh (both local tribes here in Sarawak). On the bus ride we got to talking about these Elders' hometowns and I found out that Elder Ajek's Kampung is not a longhouse, but a Rumah Tinggi (a Tall House). Many of the Bidayuh's built their homes on tall stilts because years ago, during the tribal wars, the Ibans would come and stick their spears up through the floors. They built them tall for safety. The history of this place is crazy. There's a little fun fact for you.

Let's see, this week has been pretty ok. We are teaching an awesome couple right now. His name is Jantai and her name is Eda. They have a daughter named Viviana and a son back at Kampung staying with the grandparents; I think I might have mentioned them before. We met them while sister Whittemore was still here back in June. It took a couple months for them to sort out their priorities but now that Jantai quit his chef job and is working construction (off days on sunday), Eda quit her job to stay home and take care of the kids (they are going back to Kampung next week to get their son and bring him here), they are ready to learn. Boy are they ready. I absolutely love this couple. I think Jantai is one of the very few men I have met here that has good strong family values. He is the one that wanted his wife to be there at home for his kids, he wants so badly for his kids to grow to be good people, and he loves his wife. Now, I know probably every man here loves his wife but he is the only one who shows it. It is so refreshing to see a couple that actually seem to like eachother. At church couples never sit together, in fact they usually sit on opposite sides of the church, they don't touch each other, they don't hug, they don't hold hands, nothing. I'm sure it is cultural but still... It's nice to see Jantai and Eda sit by each other at church, and tease each other, and support each other.

I might have already told you this story but I had actually forgotten about it until late last night while I was lying in bed. As I lay there I was remembering when we first met Jantai, Sister Wong was not yet here. I wanted to share the story with her so I said, "Sister Wong I have to tell you what I just remembered about Jantai and Eda!" I probably scared her because it had been quiet for quite some time. Way back when Sister Whittemore and I first met Jantai we knocked his door. He seemed very excited to see us and almost expecting us. We later found out that he was indeed expecting us. He told us the night before he had a dream that two visitors would come to his house the next day. Two girl visitors. He even told his wife that day before she went to work that he was expecting two visitors. Then we came. I can't believe I forgot about that until last night. Heavenly Father's hand really is in this work. It's sad how easily I forget the little/huge miracles that happen everyday. He loves his children so much. *wipe a tear* (wish I wasn't, but I really am crying haha, this mission has made me such a baby, I cry at everything. This morning I was watching some training videos and was crying, they weren't even emotional or spiritual). Jantai and Eda really are so special. When we teach them they are so eager to learn. Eda leaves next week to go get her son, she will be gone for a few weeks, and then when they get back they will all be baptized as a family.

Last night we took the Elder Lamat and Ajek to some boys' house that we are teaching for their interview. Diki, Dewa, and Jackson will be baptized on Saturday. 16- year- old Dewa didn't come to church on Sunday which surprised us, he has been really good and his baptism is this saturday! We kept prodding and prodding trying to found out why he didn't come and all he did was sit there and shake his head. Finally he blurted out he did come but he was late and the door was locked. (he tried to come in the back door to escape notice but it was locked, I don't think he tried the other door, he was embarrassed and just went home). We asked him why he was late and he admitted that we went shopping for clothes to wear to church. Saturday night we had a lesson all about appropriate clothing for the sabbath and such. Dewa went Sunday morning to buy clothes to wear to church. I felt bad, I guess we should have taught that lesson during the week to give them time to buy clothes for church, instead of late Saturday night. Poor kid.

After he interviewed everyone Elder Lamat came out of the room looking serious and shaking his head no. I was thinking, "oh no,...." He sat down next to us and said quietly and quiet seriously, " Sister he....he....he...uh....he passed." I could have killed him. I was thinking, "what! did he drink? did he smoke? what happened!" The Elders love to tease. It's a good thing I laugh at everything and think everything is funny. There are some Sisters who get ticked. But really, the Elders are quite funny.

The other District Leader in this area, Elder Kumar, is Tamil form West Malaysia. He always says " the interviews are free, but the signatures gonna cost ya" He tries to get us to pay for his signature on the baptism record. What an abuse of power.

I'm excited for the baptism this weekend.

Love you guys

see ya next week

Sister viehweg

October 21, 2010

Hey Daddy.
Thanks for the email.
I love you too.
I'm still in Sibu and the conference here has been fantastic, as usual. Yesterday we didn't have our P-Day, and today we didn't have Pday either but training finished at 6pm so we all headed to the mall to do some emails. It sounds like the weather is great in Boise. Fall is creeping in slowly but surely. I think of Fall and cold and I get trunked out of my mind, best not think about it... Kristin's bring a boy home for thanksgiving eh? right on. Just hold off a little Kristin, what will everyone think of me if I have TWO younger sisters married before me. so embarrassing....(haha she's gonna be ticked at me for writing that)
the bus ride down to Sibu was great. Oh man it was so nice to sleep. They played Jet Li movies all the way down. Rock on. Although I found myself staring out the window for half the movie. I use to love scary movies and stuff but now I can't handle it. They weren't even scary, just instense and I couldn't watch. so pathetic.
These trainings really are so great, they make me realize EVERYTHING I am doing wrong and that I need to be doing everything so much better, in all aspects of missionary work. I hope there is a little forgiveness in heaven for the things I lack. Sometimes I wonder if people end up refusing our message simply because I didn't present it right or didn't take the time to find out their real concerns. Luckily we have this training to help us become better. It's been an inspiring week full of great discussions, lots and LOTS of role play, and shared experiences.
I just got a call from some of our investigators while sitting her in this internet shop. We are teaching a group of about 6 bachelors (age about 16-24) and they just called. They asked, "Sister! you come back yet?" "sister! when you come back?" "What you doing now?" "sister have you already eaten?" they're great. I miss them and it's not even been a week.
Anyway. President always makes a power point for his training and this time around he decided to insert excerpts from various missionaries' Presidents Letters, to share some experiences that help explain concepts. In my Presidents letters, I just copy and paste what I write email home to you all, minus all the gentile comments of course. I can't waste time writing President his very own email! Just kidding....but really. Anyway, I think he had taken a piece of almost every one of my letters from the past 2 months and put it on the power point. You know how I write, It's conversational, it's sarcastic occasionally, and so reading them in front of everyone (yes, he had me stand up and read them each as they appeared throughout the training) was kind of embarrassing. However, it was really cool for me to see all the different things that I had written about, all the little miracles. They are so easy to forget! It's so easy to forget all the awesome things that happen and to think, "have I done anything?? have I accomplished anything?" So that was a nice little reminder.
I have yet to listen to Conference in English, I don't know what I'll get the chance, I got a little out of it while listening in Malay but not much. But, president had a talk with us today about the reaction in the US regarding Elder Packard's talk. I was shocked as President Clark talked of the protesting and the disagreeing voices, even among members! President said some were leaving the church because of it and saying Elder Packard needed to retract his statements. How can this be! I was so upset as he was telling us. Isn't the fact that Elder Packard is a prophet seer and revelator good enough? This talk truly is shaking the flakes from the trees. All those who are upset of angry at the talk, do they even have a testimony at all? This is a fight against Satan and the cowards and the weak have made themselves known. I wonder if, no, I'm sure that Elder Packard knew what the reaction was going to be from his talk yet he did it anyway. True love casteth out all fear right? This apostle truly loves the Savior because he is fearless. Man, I'm so upset right now. I love the apostles and prophet, I support them in everything they say, what they say is what God says. What a world we live in... I'm glad I'm in Malaysia, where all I have to think about is being a representative of Jesus Christ. What a simple life Mission life is.
Love you all!
Miss you all!
sister viehweg

October 13, 2010

Dear Dad,

Thanks for the email again. Cool that it was 10-10-10 the other day huh, there was footage on TV of mass-weddings going on all over Asia. Thousands of couples gathered to be married all by one preacher just to have the anniversary 10-10-10. In my opinion 11-11-11 would be much cooler, they should have waited a year.

Sounds like you all had a good week full of football. Right on. And dad I do remember you telling about us the story of meeting the apostle in Isreal and then later on in Japan, although I thought it was Elder Maxwell not Elder Faust. So ya I guess you do need to tell those stories more often so us kids can get the facts straight. I'll tell you this, In the MTC Sister Goodwin once was talking about how cool it would be to be baptized in the Jordan River and I told her my dad was - ya, I had to brag. She thought it was the coolest thing and has told all of her companions since, and more hahah. You've got a cool history dad, make another book. I'm on page 398 in my mission journal, which doesn't seem like that much but the pages are big; I'm proud of myself, especially since I hadn't written in a journal since middle school. Most of the pages in that Middle School journal have since been torn out and thrown away too - I mean, who really likes themselves in middle school? I sure didn't, what a depressing journal that was haha.

ANYWAY. Miri has been good this week. Transfers are in two weeks and my little daughter Sister Wong is terrified I'm getting transferred. I have tried to assure her that with how expensive this mission is President never transfers people for no reason. And since no new sisters are coming, there is no reason for a transfer. I'm not going anywhere, but she still worries. It's funny.

Next week all the missionaries serving in Sarawak are going to Sibu, the city south of us, for the second phase of the major training we had in Singapore earlier. We are excited. We get an 8 hour bus ride that I am actually really looking forward too. 8 hours of just sitting sounds really really great to me; man I'm tired. I remember when I first got to Kuala Lumpur, my trainer Sister Mccurdy was so tired all the time. I remember thinking to myself, "man, why is she so tired? I never feel tired at all". Now I know....Sister Wong has all the energy in the world and she keeps me going, NOT THAT I'VE GOTTEN LAZY OR ANYTHING. haha.

Last Sunday they showed Conference at church. It was a total nightmare. The two branches gathered together to watch it on the screen in the chapel. Ibans have zero sense of what it means to be reverent. Throughout the entire session everyone was talking, not even in hushed tones, in full voice! People were on their phones even. No one was paying attention. The sound system was terrible so no one could hear above all the talking, the translator was a girl which really REALLY confused the Ibans. Seeing a man on screen and hearing the voice of a woman just didn't compute for many of them... PLUS the language was Indonesian so much of it they didn't understand. That Sunday we had a lot of investigators at church and the whole time I was just praying they were feeling something that I wasn't...because it was totally unspiritual. That Sunday actually broke my record for people at church thus far on my mission. It was awesome. Everyone who said they would come, ACTUALLY CAME. What a miracle. For many of them it was their first time attending church so all the following week we had to explain to everyone that we don't watch films every week as worship. They thought that was the normal, and they were not impressed. It's been stressful because we talk up church so much because it is so important and so awesome, but then they come and see chaos and a movie. Fortunately a few felt something special; two of the boys who attended church for the first time Sunday agreed to prepare to be baptized next month when we visited them this week. Their names, Jackson and Baru. They are so cute.

The other day when we were teaching them we asked Baru to give the opening prayer. He agreed but looked terrified. He said he had written a prayer to help him remember how and asked if he could read it. It's not ideal, but we consented because he really did look so scared. As he took out the piece of paper and unfolded it the paper was shaking so bad because of his trembling hands. Haha he was so nervous, as he prayed his voice was so shaky. After his prayer we assured him that it was so perfect. He was breathing hard and smiled, "hhh hhhh hhh really? hhh hhh hhh" It was hysterical, I've never seen a 24 year old man so scared.

This morning Sister Wong was making fun of me becuase I literally stood in front of my closet in my whites, staring at my clothes for 20 minutes. I hate all of my clothes. Burn them all. They are so sick, they have sweat stains, and black spot stains all up and down the back from the water kicking up off the roads when it rains. So old. So, today I bought a shirt. The first article of clothing I have bought in Malaysia. I held out for a long time but finally couldn't stand it anymore, I needed a new shirt. I'm very pleased with it. With my luck, the first time I wear it will be a down poor and it will be stained, just like all the other ones. Oh well, It's not like I'll be bringing ANY of these clothes back with me, their just yuck.

Love you all

Have a good week

I know I will

This mission is the best mission in the world. I know other missionaries say that but this one REALLY IS

Lisa told me before you that she was prego haha! I'm special

Sister Viehweg

October 5, 2010

wow dad thanks for the letterssss. you rock. Wierd that it has been so warm in Boise. I personally can't wait to feel cold again, but I'm sure you are all dreading it. Hey Happy Birthday Danielle!

It's been a good week in Miri. It's been a hot hot hot week. It is so hard to move when it gets this hot. I walk outside, instantly am drenched in sweat, and just groan. Sometimes I wish I was serving in Siberia, oh what it would be like to want to wear a coat... But that thought doesn't last long because I instantly remember, THIS IS THE BEST MISSION IN THE WORLD. That is fact. I'm trying to think of what has happened since I last wrote home...

Sister Wong is a lot of fun. She's from Irvine CA and before the mission was a student at USC. She and I are studying the same major. She wants to go to med school. Her mom is a Pediatrician but also has 8 kids! I don't know how she does it. One of the reasons I leaned against going to med school was because I want to be a mom. This lady did both. I don't know how. Sister Wong's mom is from Taiwan and her Dad is from Hong Kong, but she was born in the US. I always laugh when people here start talking to her in Chinese, it happens everyday. Everyone is so surprised when she says she is from America, they think every american is white. Everyone we remembers her name. We bike down the road and people yell out "hi sister wong!". I totally get jealous. I like to blame it on the fact that Viehweg is impossible for them to pronounce and therefore they can never remember it, but maybe the truth is they just don't like me as much. Sister Wong is really funny, so we get along great. She is quite chill and really sarcastic and keeps me laughing. The other day she drug a palm branch all the way home on her bike (she looked like a huge peacock) because she wanted to try weaving it like she sees the Ibans do. I don't know why. I laughed, the Ibans don't even weave palms, I don't know where she got that idea from....probably watching Other Side of Heaven.

I met someone at church named Bonyface last week. The Elders are teaching him. That's the best name I have ever heard and I shall name my first son after him.

We are teaching two brothers right now from Indon and they are a lot of fun. Their names are Diki and Hero. Diki is 21 and Hero is 17. They have been working here in Malaysia since they were 14. Diki is great, he is excited to be baptized and he comes to church every week. I can always tell an investigator is somewhat committed when they go out and buy black pants and a white shirt after attending their first Sunday. Hero, says he wants to be baptized and always promises to come to church but hasn't been yet. In fact, most of the times we have come to teach the two brothers Hero has been a little drunk. It makes for a hysterical lesson, but its also quite frustrating. I think it annoys Diki. Maybe Diki will just have to be baptized alone and then set a good example for Hero. I love teaching these boys because every time we go to their house all their friends gather around. I think every time we teach them we get 3 new investigators. We show up and the boys just start coming in from who knows where. They always say, "Ya we wanna learn, ya of course we will come to church!" But they never do. We are going to have to try harder to keep them to their word. At least they are willing to listen.

On Monday night we had Family Night, with a less-active family in the branch. The wife Theresa is really trying to become active again but it's hard with a husband who doesn't really want to make time for church and kids who don't really want to go either. We gave a lesson on preparing as a family to go to the temple, with church attendance being a very important step. We aske each of the kids what was holding them back from coming to church and the 13 year old daughter said, "too busy". Sister Wong asked her what she did on Sundays and, kid you not, she said, "sit at home"..... Sister wong and I just looked at each other and tried really hard not to laugh. So, she's too busy to come to church because she has to sit down. I recall writing home something like that as an extreme exaggeration for the excuses I hear. It is no longer an exaggeration. I will never cease to be amazed. They are a great family, we had fun with them, and I think we helped the kids feel more comfortable about coming to church. They all said they will come...we will see.

The other day I met, taught, and got a new investigator all through a phone call. It was sweet. We had just passed by Rusilla's house (who is not coming to church by the way, it's sad how Heavenly Father can set everything up so perfectly but still, people have their agency) and there were about 5 guys on the porch all totally smashed. They were making fools of themselves saying they wanted to learn and come to church. We gave them our card thinking hey, what could it hurt? It they wake up sober and want to come they can call. A little later we got a call from a guy named Devan. I couldn't remember how I knew him and asked him where we met. He said we had never met; he was the Rusilla's house just then and got our number from the card. Turns out he ran inside when we came because he was so embarassed how all his friends were acting (I don't blame him), he had not been drinking. He asked , "sister is this church really really true?" "sister what do I wear to church?" "sister this church has a prophet right?" "sister can you teach me, I truly want to learn" "sister Jesus was really real right?" etc. We had a nice conversation. We are meeting him on Saturday.

We haven't got conference yet. I think we will see it in a few weeks. It takes a little while to get the translated DVDs here in Sarawak. I'm excited though, I love conference! I hope you all loved it too.

Thanks for being an awesome family! Love you

sis viehweg

September 28, 2010

Here ya go, yet another letter. Are you guys getting sick of these? I feel like I have written so many. I remember getting missionary emails back in the other life I had before this one and they would sit in my INBOX for weeks until finally i just deleted them (I know, I'm ashamed). I hope my letters don't bore you too much.

First things first, Happy Birthday Shannon tomorrow! - And anyone else you has a birthday around this time happy birthday to them too. I think 6 out of the 8 elders in this district have birthdays in Sept, must be a good month. (not as good as May though, that is for certain)

I got news that Britt and Brent got packed and on their way. That's exciting. I also got news that Shannon and Bryson have cell phones now? That's frightening, how'd ya swindle Dad into getting you one of those?

So you want to hear how my week went? It went swell. Moses and Payah and Amelia were baptized on Saturday. That makes for one complete family, cha ching! I'm so so so so happy. Saturday was a bit of a stress though. The baptismal font at the church buidling decided to die. Apparently it never drained from the baptism the week before, and since the water is not clean, it became a swamp while sitting there for a week. I thought the water looked green on a good day, but after sitting a week, oh nightmare. It was sludge at the bottom. The branch President from Branch 1 and 2 and the chinese group leader were all there trying to figure out what to do, along with the district Presidency, and one very incompetent "plumber?" - I don't think we can really call him a plumber. The pump to drain the font is broken, and no plumber in town knows how to fix it because plumbing in Sarawak consists of a bucket, a scoop, and a hole in the ground. Sister Wong and I thought to poor chlorine bleach in the water just so it would be safe, but Elder Dass quickly talked us out of it. He pointed out that all the algea would indeed die, but in so doing would turn brown instead of green. Better to have a lake-looking baptismal font that one that appears to be filled poo. In the end, we baptized everyone in it anyway. Did they care? Not a lick. These people dont care what the water looks like, they just want to be baptized. It helps that they have nothing to compare it too (the whole time I'm thinking of the perfectly clean, heated water of the fonts back home).

After being baptized we always invite the brand new members to share their testimonies before closing the baptismal service. Moses' testimony made me want to cry. He talked about how at first he didn't like the church, he didn't want to learn. But he said slowly the Book of Mormon changed his heart. That book has power, it truly is amazing. He also said the fact that we have a prophet alive changed his heart. "No other church has that!" he said. He also said the sister missionaries coming into his home and teaching his family changed his heart. I am grateful for the sisters that first started teaching him before I arrived. It was great to see all five of his daughters and his wife there, the three that were already baptized, the oldest being baptized with her parents, and the 3 yr old cheering them on.

I'd also like to share about Dhelany. Dhelany is the sister of our investigator Rhodeller. He introduced us to her and her husband the other week. Dhelany is 17, her husband is 18 (but he acts like he is 10, he's hysterical). We have been teaching Dhelany for two weeks now but just yesterday she truly opened up and we had the sweetest lesson. We went to teach her when it was just her and her husband at home so we could really focus on helping them; usually Rhodeller and his friend are there when we teach and they demand attention. We asked Dhelany if she had been reading and praying and she said a little. We asked her how she felt when she read and prayed and at first she said she felt just normal; but after a few more questions she opened up and started explaining about how when she read from the Book of Mormon she wasn't as angry as she usually is, she feels better, she feels happier, etc. We pointed out to her that these were feelings from the Spirit. We had been urging her and her husband to read and pray so they would recieve an answer about whether or not it was true. We asked her if she thought it was true and she asked, "how will I know? what is the answer like?" We simply pointed out to her that those feelings she had while reading and prayer were her answer. I told her I thought she already had received her answer. Haha after I said that her eyes got big and she said, "really? I thought God was supposed to come and talk to me like he did Joseph Smith!" I laughed and said, "although that would be awesome, an answer like the one you got is just as good."

She got pretty excited and started asking all sorts of questions like, "how do I know if I sin? I already follow the word of wisdom so what other sins are there?". You see, whenever we teach Rhodeller and Jonny we focus on the Word of Wisdom because that is their main issue. But Dhelany already follows, she didn't know what other sins there were. Originally we planned to teach about The Gospel of Jesus Christ, about faith, repentence, baptism, holy ghost, and enduring to the end, but we aborted that idea and decided to teach the ten commandments instead. She wanted to know what other commandments there were, so we gave em to her! She is catholic but had never heard of any of the ten commandments before. How can that be! She understands now, more of what she needs to do to overcome her sins, which are very different than those of her brother. Unfortunately this story does not end happily. At the end of the lesson she told us they are all moving. They aren't moving far, infact they are moving closer to the church, but they are moving into the Elder's area. NOOOOOOOO. We have to pass them to the Elders. So, we are losing 3 investigators. So sad. Really, i'm sure it will all end happily, i just wont be involved anymore, I hate that. Especially since we just barely got her to open up to us. why why WHY? oh well. the work goes on.

Hope all is well in the blessed US of A!

loves

sis viehweg

September 21, 2010

Hey,

Sorry I didn't write yesterday. This week was Zone Conference so it messed things up a bit. I can't believe we had Zone Conference again, it seems like we just had one. The time is flying, but then it's creeping along ever so slowly like it always does; missions are funny like that. Zone Conference was great, as usual. I think I have the world's smartest mission president. He knows everything there is to know about church doctrine, deep doctrine. Part of our training each Zone Conference is just on doctrine. This time he focused on angels, just angels. It was fascinating, a very interesting topic to explore. After Zone Conference I'm always pumped to go work but always a little sad too. Zone Conferences are so fun because all the missionaries get together. When it ends its like all your friends are leaving. For P-day this week we met the 8 Elders serving in Bintuluh (the city 3 hours south of us) at Niah Caves. Then were busing up to Miri for Zone Conference and Batu Niah is right between Bintuluh and Miri. We decided to all meet up there and hike the caves again. It was fun. There were about 20 of us. While we were in the dark caves the Elders scared me pretty bad. There is a point on the trail were you hike through the cave and it is pitch black, we carry torchlights. Elder Bench and Tyler went missing and I didn't really think anything of it since everyone else said they had decided to turn around and head back. When we all decided to turn around and go back I ended up leading the group (i'm sure that was no accident). After a while of walking in the dark Elder Bench and Elder Tyler jumped out from behind a rock right in front of me yelling. I'll admit, they got me pretty good, it was dark! I screamed. Not funny. They thought it was hysterical though.

I enjoy hiking in the jungle. This time we got poured on, only on the way back though and it actually didnt' last very long. This rain was torrential. We hike on boardwalks and stairs so it got really slick. I kind of felt like I was hiking underwater; it was some serious jungle rain. We took shelter under this little stand were a bunch of Iban ladies were selling bead work and other handicrafts on the side of the trail. After about 10 minutes the rain was gone and the hot hot sun was beating down, so we could continue on. Jungle weather is insane; it goes for flood to oven instantly.

So sounds like y'all had another great week in Idaho/Utah. You sound busy Dad. I hope you get a P-Day sometime soon. Hope the goodbyes weren't too tearful when Brittany and Brent left. Sounds like I'll have to make a trip to Texas when I get back, just to visit. I hear Texas is worse weather than Malaysia....good luck you two:-) This week I have had to kill a cockroach in my shower every morning. I don't know where they are all coming from!!! One time I didn't see it until after I was already showering. My eyes were closed and I felt something crawling all over my leg and foot. Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew. It was huge. I screamed and then annihilated it with the 409 bottle I had handy on my bathroom sink. I'm almost out of 409...I seriously hate bugs.

This week has been pretty busy. We are teaching a lot of single men (no surprise there) with a smoking problem. A lot of the people we are teaching right now don't really know how to think. They have had no schooling or anything and it is a little bit difficult. They don't understand anything we teach. After I get done explaining what a prophet is and why we need them I ask Ipan (one of our investigators) "So, what is a prophet". He just stares at me, then at the ground, then becomes fascinated with something on his pants, then chuckles and says "I don't know". So then I say, "a prophet is a man called by God, to lead us, he has God's power" (pretty basic right?) and then I ask again immediately after tellling him that, "ok so Ipan, what's a prophet?" He again stares around for a bit and says, " I don't understand, I forgot already" I don't really know what else I can do, it's like teaching a wall. His two friends were even worse. At least Ipan says he didn't know or that he forgot. His two friends woudn't say anything. I would think it was evidence of lack of interest but they keep coming to church and they are trying to stop smoking so they are interested, they just don't know how to think. Slowly but surely I'm sure they will get there. We are teaching 3 other guys just like them. Where are all the girls! I shouldn't complain.

I am very excited for Saturday. Moses, Payah and Amelia will be baptized. Moses and Payah are the parents of the three sisters we baptized a couple months ago, Angela, Anastasya and Lydia. Amelia is their other sister. The whole family will be members!! I'm so so so so happy. Payah is 8 months pregnant and was really scared to be baptized. The senior sisters changed her outlook on it. We brought them along for the meeting and Sister Lowe told Payah to think of her unborn baby in heaven, cheering for her and hoping that she would be baptized. Sister Lowe told Payah to think of how special that baby would be to be born in a family that already are all members. I was sitting there translating it all for Sister Lowe and it was incredible. I never would have thought to say the things Sister Lowe brought up. Maybe it's because I have never been a mom. The things Sister Lowe said changed everything. Payah went from wanting to wait until after her baby was born, to wanting to be baptized the very next week (this week). It was awesome. Amelia, the daughter, didn't want to be baptized because her friends were all in the SIB church. But that same lesson Sister Lowe told her a story of a family she knew who for a reunion wore shirts that read "no empty chairs in heaven". Which meant they wanted their entire family to make it back to heaven. Again, through translating for Sister Lowe, Amelia's mind was completely changed too. She didn't want to be the empty chiar, she didn't want to be the only one left behind. That same night Moses' perspective was changed too. He kept saying he needed to talk to his relatives in his hometown and see what they think first. Sister Lowe asked if they said no, would that change his mind at all. He thought about that for a while. The next time we met him he kept saying, "who cares what others say, if I know it's true I will follow, and I know it's true, so I'm going to follow". Sister Lowe was awesome. In one sitting we were able to address and resolve all of their concerns. And now they are all so excited! The church is true guys.

Thanks for all the prayers. I love you so much!

sister viehweg