I am a little ashamed to say that I almost completely forgot about Thanksgiving this past week. It is another one of those cherished American holidays that they do not celebrate in Brazil. I would have completely forget if it wasn't for Elder A (the other American that lives in my house) reminding me that night. We decided to order a pizza to celebrate and as the four of us sat around the table and ate pizza, we said one thing that we are grateful for. This was the complete extend of Thanksgiving in Brazil.
We had a really awesome week. Elder L and I are continuing to have a lot of success. This past week, I had an amazing experience. Normally before each lesson, we plan what we are going to teach and what we are going to invite the investigator to do. So, we were sitting in a lesson with a young women and her family, teaching them about the gospel of Jesus Christ, baptism, repentance, Gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end. This young women, T , previously had not been open to being baptized. I was teaching and I was about to go into the invitation when I got the impression to go straight for the baptism invitation. Before hand, I thought about doing this very thing, but it was not what Elder L and I had planned. But, I gave the invitation. She was silent as she thought for a moment. I held my breath waiting for her reaction but I knew in my heart she would say yes. And, she nodded her head, yes. I relaxed and look at Elder L, who was pretty surprised. It had not been in our plan, but the Holy Ghost told us that this invitation was right for this lesson.
This past week was also the birthday of one of our investigator's daughter. They had a trampoline and lots of food. The daughter, I, kept asking me if I would jump on the trampoline with her. I was a little hesitant because the White Bible (our book of mission rules) did not really say anything about trampolines, but Elder L said it would be alright. We had a great time. We ate a lot of cake also. We are the only pastors in Curitiba that jump on trampolines. (Don´t know if I ever mentioned this but we rarely get called missionaries. People in the street called us pastors.)
We had a baptism this past Saturday of a young women. C is 14 years old and lives with her mother and younger brother (who both we will be baptized also). It was a great service and I was touch after the service to see all the young women in the ward come up to her and give her a big hug. It warmed my heart because as missionary, we want nothing more than for the ward to really embrace and welcome the people we baptize. Every new convert needs a friend and I think that is really happening here.
All is well in Brazil. Love and miss you all.
Can´t wait till Christmas.
Com amor,
Elder Pinkney