was around except for a few crabs that ran inside
when they got near their home.
Here I am wearing my sulu I got at the school Christmas party. It is really cool! A lot cooler than pants.
I doubt this is BYU dress code even with the T-shirt.
Family home evening with the Saints from Vanuatu and Tas. They are different countries from Fiji, but are part of the Fiji Mission. Three widows and a family with seven "pickaninnies" (this is NOT a derogatory term in their language, Bislamic). We could get the jist of what they were saying as it is a pidgin form of English & French. Pickaninny is the word for child and in their lesson and testimonies Father in Heaven was "Papa God" and the Son was "Papa God Pickaninny" It was very spiritual and humbling to be in the presence of such faithful people. The widows were from Tas, they speak an entirely different language, which has no translation of the scriptures or temple ordinances at this time. Many of them slept at the school because the patron housing at the temple was full. They were moved to tears by the generosity of the saints in Fiji who provided food for them for the week they were here. We were moved to tears to hear their testimonies of Joseph Smith and the restoration, listen to them quote scriptures, pray for President Monson, and sing Christmas Carols. After FHE most of them went upstairs and started singing more Christmas Carols.
Here I am with the District President (Stake President for a Mission Area). He joined the church when there was only an annex (a congregation too small to be a Branch) in Vanuatu. Now there are two Districts. (This is my dressy sulu) Sister
This is the Fanafo Branch Chapel. They had 43 at church Sunday.
Volleyball at sea.