Sunday, February 9, 2014

February 10, 2014

Dear Everybody,
Hello from Indonesia!  The rain let up this week, so that's good.  The floods had a chance to dry out, or so I hear.  In South Tangerang, we don't really have problems with that.  This week has been good, we did a lot of proselyting, and found a handful of people that we can call this coming week and try.  As we get more proficient at contacting people, our list of potential investigators also grows, which is really great.  Also, President Donald is really pushing the whole "if you want to teach more people, you need to talk to more people" kind of thing.  And it totally works.  Who would have thought?  

WARNING: Don't read this paragraph if you like cats, or are squeamish or anything like that.  Don't worry, I didn't eat one.  Nor did I injure one, it was more of an attempted rescue.  We got back from proselyting on Wednesday and were going to make some more passalong cards and then head back out, and we heard a cat in our bedroom.  Which is SUPER strange, because there's no way a cat can get into our house, and then the bedroom door is also closed, so I was a little freaked out.  I opened the door, and turned a light on, expecting to get attacked by a feral cat, but it turns out, there was this little wet ball of something on the floor making cat noises.  I got closer, and it was a baby kitten.  By the looks of it, it had been born less than an hour ago, and the mother was nowhere in sight.  Also, the kitten was still attached to it's placenta, and there was cat blood on the tile floor, but not enough that it was like a birthing zone.  Also, usually cats have litters of 3 or 4 I think, right?  So looking around, I saw a hole in our ceiling, and we came to the conclusion that this baby cat had fallen through the roof and landed on our floor, but was still fine.  So we put him in a box and put the box on the roof in hopes that the mother would go find it.  Also, the mom did have like 4 kittens, because that night they wouldn't shut up.  Or the next night.  They're pretty quiet at this point, but it's still occasionally a problem.  We just don't know what to do about it...  Anyway, the mom didn't get the one that fell and it didn’t survive, so we (really, don't read this if it'll make you sad) just put him in the trash can and let the garbage man take him.  I feel really bad about it, but I don't know what else we could've done.  

Anyway, happier note, families in Indonesia are SUPER strong.  In America, it's weird to live with your parents after you graduate high school, but here, people often live with their families even after they get married and have kids.  So sometimes 10 or 15 people live in the same little house.  Things are moving more towards an American standard as the Indonesian culture is getting more westernized, but outside of the Jakarta area, it's as strong as ever.  And everyone goes home at least once a year, at the end of Ramadan.  So also, people are really open to hear about a message that strengthens families.  What message would that be?  The Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.  If you're interested to hear such a message, contact the nearest missionaries or go to and find out for yourself.  

Well, things are still great here in Indonesia.  
Love you, Elder Heiner

Me and Elder Sutarno eating Sop Buntut -
Ox Tail Soup.  It was soooo good.
The soup really has an oxtail in it.  It is the big chunks of meat.
We got new Kibat Mormons!
56 of them!
This is the hole in our roof, if you read the story.
Western toilets are rare enough that sometimes
people just need a little instuction.

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