Elder Chris Dellrie

I walk everywhere here, and I mean, EVERYWHERE, miles and miles. I’m getting used to the weather, yes; sweating all the time is a ridiculous thing. Mmmm... crazy stories, oh- the other night, I gave a blessing to this guy- first, we walk into his room and he’s face down on the bed, all dead-like, we approach, bring out the oil vial, then I start searching through his hair for his crown, he doesn’t move a muscle all through this time I’m touching him. Then, I unscrew the lid, and drop a tiny drop of oil on his head- he freaks out, jumps up, grabs me, and says “Eu vou matar você!” (I will kill you) and just glares at me all crazily. It surprised me, but I stayed calm, put my hands on his, told him I’m just going to help, and lowered him back down onto the bed, where he just passed out again. CRAZY! I swear he was possessed. Anyways, we gave him a blessing and within minutes he was back to normal. Good stuff. People don’t think I’m Brazilian really, they just get really confused- I’m tan like them, but I don’t look like them, I’m about five feet taller too, but they all say I speak really well, like a Brazilian, The language is coming along just great, difficult though. Everyone here speaks differently and words don’t sound the same because Brazilian’s are way lazy, so they slur everything together and don’t say any of the vowel endings. Oh, plus all the people here have about one tooth. Difícil demais! I’m getting it though, give me a few more days and I’ll have it down. I have been doing just fine, loving everything, even the things I hate. Yeah, the baptism was so sick. I had another one yesterday! His name is Hemerson; he’s ten years old, the only one who’s been baptized in his family, and is probably now the strongest member of the church, he’s the man. The sunsets here are way pretty, setting over mountains of trash and crappy houses, beautiful!