Well as suggested by the title this week we (my companion and I) had quite the experience with dogs. To summarize the experiences quickly my companion almost died on about 5 different occasions this past week from huge, foaming at the mouth, rabid, scary dogs. It was hilarious because for some reason the dogs always go after him.
But In other news this week was another week of work. As mentioned in my last letter the members here in this ward didn't have the most respect for the missionaries, but I am glad to say that, that is changing very fast. I love my companion and we are working together to make plans on how we can work with the members better, about how we can help them to get the view that the missionaries are not here to do the missionary work, as a matter of fact we are here to help the members to do the missionary work. Of course we end up doing quite a bit of missionary work as well.
Some neat experiences of the week were some of the following;
1. We were trying to go to a members house, but because I am fairly new in the sector as well as my comp. (he has been in the mission 6 months) we were not sure which house the member lived in so we narrowed it down to two houses, so we knocked on the first one....nothing, so we went to the second one and an old lady came out and my comp whispered to me "not a member" (because I still don't know all the members and so I try to contact and teach some of them) and so we contacted her and she let us in. We talked and testified about the Book of Mormon, and about a living prophet the lady told us that she loved to read and that if, while she was reading, she felt that the book was good that she would be baptized.... hmmm good, good.
2. Last night we went to a Family Home Evening with a huge active family and an investigator, the actual meeting was fairly regular, but the "light snack" afterwards was out of this world, it was literally the most I think I have ever eaten after a Family Home Evening. After about a third of the way through my serving I felt like I couldn't eat anymore, but in the end my will power and the need to beat my companion won out and I finished. (The thing is as a missionary you have to eat everything that you are given whether you want to or not)
3. Right now I am living in a building in an apartment with four missionaries and one of the missionaries loves cooking and so at least once a day we have pancakes, needless to say we go through flour like nobody's business and so this week my companion and I bought and lugged a 50 pound bag of flour back to the apartment. If anyone asks we are following the prophets instructions and starting a food storage.
I love you all and am praying for you every day. Something I learned this week which is very helpful; Simple is better.
LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU
Elder Hutchins
