Last night I dreamed in Japanese. And, it didn't seem weird at all. I mean, the fact that it was in Japanese wasn't weird. It was still a pretty weird dream. I was the villain, but instead of using guns and stuff I used samurai swords and kendo sticks. And, everyone just spoke in Japanese. I continue to become more and more Japanese by the day. It`s all a part of my plan to adapt myself to their lifestyle and become one of them, until eventually they can`t tell that I`m an outsider. A few days ago, an older lady asked me if I was Japanese. My plan is working perfectly. (See 1 Corinthians 9:20-23)
We`re supposed to try to talk to 50-100 people about the gospel each day. That comes from talking to people on the streets, talking with members, visiting less-active members, and sometimes knocking on doors. We don`t knock on doors very often. All of the missionaries in Imabari before would spend all day every day knocking on doors. Then, I got here and changed it. That`s not really my style. There are other more effective ways to find people to teach.
Everything is going great here. Food is good. Sleeping in the futons is good. I have everything that I need.
I got to go on a companion exchange with my old companion, Elder Gardner. It was pretty cool. We were able to talk a lot and reminisce about the good times we had back in Uwajima. I`d love to go back to Uwajima sometime.
That`s all for this week.