On Friday, Elder Clark (a member of the Seventy) came to our mission for Zone Conference.
He talked a lot about how we can use members to find, teach, retain, and regain worthy converts (as opposed to mere baptisms). One pretty shocking statistic is that within the Louisiana Baton Rouge mission, there are 20,000 members of the Church, but only 6,000 of them come to church on Sunday. That means that there are 14,000 people living in the mission who were baptized (and thus, promised to come to church on Sundays) but who are not keeping their promise. As missionaries, it is our job to make sure that the people we baptize truly understand why the Gospel is so important. We want to convert them, not just baptize them.
In between sessions with Elder Clark, various members of our stake helped make us lunch. The salad and the dessert were fabulous, but the main dish was pretty gross. We had pastalaya. Ever heard of it? I thought it was a fake word. But it turns out that pretty much everyone here in Louisiana knows exactly what it is: jambalaya but with spaghetti instead of rice. It looks like lo mein, but tastes like beef jerky.
I was hungry, so I ate it all, but I do not particularly want to experience it again. It was super greasy and tasted like pig fat.
This morning my roommates made beignets (been-YAYZ). They kind of remind me of Navajo flat bread, 'cause they're just dough that is deep fried in oil.
We sprinkled powdered sugar on them. They're tasty but probably super unhealthy.
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