Are you a goner?

Elder Stephens and I atop the roof of our district president’s house.

A week of gnarly miracles. On Thursday, I went on exchanges with Elder Chand, our beloved Fijian zone leader. We originally had planned to visit Sister Chen, one of our recent investigators, yet when we reached her home, an unfamiliar Taiwanese grandpa told us she was out of town and prepared to dish us out a hearty helping of door-slam gumbo. It seems that Sister Chen’s intent was nothing less than to place our pigeons squarely in the middle of next week. Nevertheless, we persisted, and the reluctant occupant conceded us entry into his residence.

Upon entering therein, we found none other than one of our other investigators, who happened to be eating over at their house! He agreed to meet with us. During the lesson, he set a baptismal date and asked some good questions. Although we didn’t get to meet with Sister Chen, we made the best of the opportunity we had, and our boldness (but hopefully not overbearing-ness) was rewarded.

On P-day, our district president President Cai invited us to his home for lunch. His spacious house would not look out-of-place in Park City, and is the height of luxury in Taiwan.

I used to build houses similar to this in Minecraft.

The interior.

On the roof of the house, looking over the Pacific ocean.

A closer view of this small, steep-walled bay.

One of the highlights of training is trainee Chinese. As I bought our tickets back from Luye, I listened to Elder Stephens repeatedly asking a man in Chinese: “Are you a goner? Are you a goner? Are you done for?” The man stood confusedly silent. I realized that what he meant to say was: “Did you just get off of work?”

In Luye, we helped Brother Zhou pump water from a channel with a two-stroke motorcycle engine and splash water from the irrigation ditches onto his crops. It was the first day there had been water in the stream for a week. Before the water had even completely filled the crop ditches, however, the engine suddenly started straining and making odd noises. We looked over the bank, and the stream was dry! An upstream farmer had diverted what little was left of the flow to water his own crops.

Splashing with Brother Zhou.

Splashing water onto the plants.

Standing in the dry irrigation ditch.

We prayed for water with Brother Zhou.

My strapping son.

That’s about all for this week. Goodbye!

Standing in Luye.


Elder Elliott


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