Since it was Easter Sunday, the choir sang. We rehearse the Sunday we sing, and practice the song for next month at the same time. So, we left here at nine, had choir practice and three meetings with the 4th ward. Dad is now the sort of official Primary/Priesthood pianist, and I taught the RS lesson, #26 on preparing for the Lord's coming. We then attended Sunday School in 3rd Ward, the Gospel Essentials class, and then Priesthood/Relief Society. Another little anomaly we have noticed here, perhaps leftover Spanish influence (they ran the Philippines for something like 400 years)--- if the teacher hasn't been able to finish her lesson by 3:00, when church is over, she just finishes the lesson! At 3:10 she still hadn't started the last section, so I left! We'd already been at church 6 hours, and were quite ready to leave!
One thing, though, that is so uplifting is that even though I don't understand most of the words, I know what they are talking about and understand the essence. And they know what they are talking about. These members are mostly poor in worldly acquisitions, but they are definitely not poor in testimony and gospel knowledge. The lessons are edifying, even with my limited understanding.
Speaking of understanding, the language customs here are really funny. They'll often start a sentence in English, and finish in Tagalog. They always read in English, and always write on the board in English, but most are not comfortable conversing in English!
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