I had a good week here in Mamanguape. We didn´t baptize this week, but we still have plenty of people we can baptize next week. I was talking with some of the other missionaries about how I didn´t feel like I had any really cool stories about miracles or curing people or demons or anything, and then that same night something really crazy happened. I don´t know if it classifies as a demon story, but I´ll let you be the judge.
A few weeks ago a member asked us if we could go to her mom's house to give a blessing to her son who was sick. When we got there, the son ran and locked himself in a room, and the grandma there was deaf, so we tried to talk to the boy, but we couldn´t really do anything. Last night we were walking to an appointment when we ran into this same member again. She said that this time the dad was there, so we would be able to talk to the boy this time. We went over there, and it was already late and dark in the afternoon. The boy bolted for his bedroom, but the dad held him back. Then the boy ran to a corner and stood with his face in the corner and wouldn´t talk to us or look at us. The dad started yelling, "Just let them give you a blessing! Accept the words of Jesus!" and then the grandma started shouting the same thing in a deep raspy voice. Everyone was yelling, and we were just trying to talk to the boy nicely in a normal way. Asking questions about the books he liked to read, if he liked going to church. But everyone in the house was freaking out and just making this slightly autistic boy worse. Then all of a sudden the lights went out. There was just one light barely flickering above the boy´s head. The dad grabbed a flashlight on his cell phone, and when the flashlight turned on the flickering light went out.
I was starting to get pretty creeped out. The boy ran and sat on a bed and put a sheet over his head. His mom came running in the house with two little boys and the boys started yelling and playing with candles, and everyone was just yelling to give the boy a blessing. We just kept trying to act normal, asking the boy questions and stuff. Like I said, I was creeped out, so I started to pray that whatever evil was in that house would leave. Then a little later, all the lights came on. Tthe dad took the little boys out of the house, and everything quieted down a little. Elder Cook asked, ´Would you like to recieve a blessing?" The boy then spoke for the first time, in a deep creepy voice, ´no.... haa haa haa haa´. Elder Cook and I looked at each other a little creeped out. Then the boy started speaking in english, ´What´s your name?´ We just smiled, ´Oh, you speak English?´ then he said, ´Buenos Noites´ and ´Bonjor´ he started throwing out all the words he knew in other languages. I asked, do you want to learn some other words in English, and he said,´Yeah, let me get my notebook.´ He went and got his notebook and came back and we started talking to him normally about all the things he learned in school. Eventually he took off his sheet, and we said a prayer and left the house.
I was starting to get pretty creeped out. The boy ran and sat on a bed and put a sheet over his head. His mom came running in the house with two little boys and the boys started yelling and playing with candles, and everyone was just yelling to give the boy a blessing. We just kept trying to act normal, asking the boy questions and stuff. Like I said, I was creeped out, so I started to pray that whatever evil was in that house would leave. Then a little later, all the lights came on. Tthe dad took the little boys out of the house, and everything quieted down a little. Elder Cook asked, ´Would you like to recieve a blessing?" The boy then spoke for the first time, in a deep creepy voice, ´no.... haa haa haa haa´. Elder Cook and I looked at each other a little creeped out. Then the boy started speaking in english, ´What´s your name?´ We just smiled, ´Oh, you speak English?´ then he said, ´Buenos Noites´ and ´Bonjor´ he started throwing out all the words he knew in other languages. I asked, do you want to learn some other words in English, and he said,´Yeah, let me get my notebook.´ He went and got his notebook and came back and we started talking to him normally about all the things he learned in school. Eventually he took off his sheet, and we said a prayer and left the house.
I´m out of time now, but I love you all a lot, and I hope you have a great week. I´ll send some photos next week. I went to that big statue again today with Elder Cook and my zone.
Love, Elder Forsyth!
Love, Elder Forsyth!
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