Another week come and gone. Started hearing the Christmas music this week. Getting pretty excited for the whole holiday season. There is a place right by our apartment that sells movies and things and he always has a giant speaker out in the mornings playing it but then by the time we come home he is playing Ghanaian hip life or cools music. Our apartment was inspected this week by President and Sister Smith. They had a problem with people just staying up all night the before inspections cleaning so they now only give a 10-15 min warning. Lets just say it is amazing how clean you can make a place in even 10-15mins. Maybe with luck we'll get the cleanest apartment in our zone and earn some banana bread from Sister Smith. We'll have to see.

My companion decided that riding his bike made him tired and dirty so we decided to walk this week. It was pretty sweet. I like walking more because you can contact people a lot easier. I was a little disappointed when he was tired of walking and wanted to go back to bikes but either way at least we are moving. A random bit of service that somehow didn't have the payoff that I was hoping came on Saturday morning. As we were walking up a hill I noticed a lady trying to stack cinderblocks. So stepped in and finished up for her while Elder Saidu contacted her and was able to sit down to start teaching her. It was a pretty sweet lesson and then go figure her brother or cousin or maybe husband is a pastor at the church at the bottom of the hill and the cinderblocks is because they did a crusade for Christmas and are upgrading. Awesome. Who knows we do have a return appointment so we'll see what happens.

On Sunday we had Elder Dickson of the seventy to come and worship with us. It was awesome because he then came to our investigators class which is a first for when a seventy comes and visits for me. It was cool to met and talk to him. He only has one arm, his left one. That no doubt causes him some serious problems since in Ghana that left is considered dirty. You can't shake, hand, or even wave with it. Hopefully people are pretty understanding about it all. Sunday brought a nice surprise. Saturday we had spent a lot of time kind of giving basic run downs about the church and handing out pamphlets inviting people to come and visit us. Only one person showed up but what was special is that this lady is probably pushing 90 and doesn't speak a lick of English. We had contacted her daughter and kind of passed over her since the language barrier but surprise surprise. Now we just have to have approval to teach her and find a translator. Probably need to figure out what her Christian name is too since I can't actually pronounce her Ga name. It is kind of reminds me of hispanic names that are about long enough to make me want to take a nap. Another guy, Christian Baiden, that we had taught showed up to church and was really impressed. Enough he said that he wants to bring his whole family next time. Now our only problem is he works for Coca-Cola driving a truck from Tema(the main harbor) to Kumasi. It isn't too far but because of the road and police barriers it takes a long time. So hopefully he doesn't get a call on Thursday or Friday.

One other cool thing that happened at church was a man name Joseph Kyei who we've been teaching told us afterward that he needs the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and even the church printed Bible since it has the footnotes and the dictionary. Now we just have to see where it all goes for sure. This morning I went and tried to buy some carvings but the guy must have gone to church since he was a Rasta. I don't know if anyone really knows much about Rastamen but when they go to church they basically go and smoke the weed of wisdom. The guy was about as high as a kite and he didn't show any signs of coming down anytime soon.That is about all from me. Love ya guys!

Funerals do have a benefit of family coming together. Makes me appreciate the plan of salvation so much more knowing that people aren't just gone when we bury them. They have a continued purpose and because of that so do I. Something that I've thought about this week is how unique prayer is. Basically my whole mission I've been praying silently but this week I've been trying to be more vocal and to me it is amazing the kind of difference it makes. Even just in focusing about what I'm praying about seems to improve.
love Elder Gibson