10-31 Hallowe’en, but nobody celebrates it here. The big holiday is tomorrow. Toussaint. Just about everybody spends the day crying in the cemeteries. Gay, huh?
A pretty good day, although I’m getting a taste of the discouragement of missionary work. There are occasional moments when I lose my sense of direction and of implusion[?], but the Spirit soon restores them. I love these beautiful people more all the time, and that alone would be enough to keep me active.
We’re using, under orders, a new British replacement for tracting called “friendlyizing.” With member’s permission, we go around and invite his neighbors to a little soirée, at which we show slides of the West and generally shoot the breeze. Of course we give them the first contact
 message near the end of the evening and invite them to come to group cottage meetings. Et cetera…
Soeur Delétang is our first hostess, and we’ve invited about ten families to her place for Friday night.