French is the language of government/schools and Tahitian the language of the natives of French Polynesia.


Tahiti Papeete Mission
L'Eglise de Jesus-Christ des Saints des Derniers Jours,
Mission Mormone, BP93
(for pkgs add: Cours de L'Union Sacree)
Papeete Tahiti 98714
Polynesie Francaise

Unto the Islands of the Sea

Send forth the elders of my church unto the nations which are afar off, unto the islands of the sea; send forth unto foreign lands; call upon all nations . . . -------------------------------------------Doctrine & Covenants 133:8
Bonjour! [bon-ZHOOR]:French-------------------------IaOrana! [ee-ah oh-RAH-na]:Tahitian-------------------------Hello!
Bienvenue! [bee-ahn-vuh-new]:French-----------------------Maeva! [mah-AY-vah]:Tahitian-----------------------Welcome!




Dearest Family,
It's not as easy to get to email here as it was before. Sorry.  This sector is amazing.  Our week is literally just full of lessons.   This is the biggest biking area in the mission.  It's like 20 something kilometers of the main road and a bunch of super long roads that go up the valleys.  Also this is the rainyest area from what I hear.   It rains every single day.   It's awesome.  

So many people here have awesome names.  Our neighbor's name is Sky King (translated).   Our mission leader's name is Blacko and he is black.   Also,  there is a guy we keep on trying to take the lessons named Billy Boy and during one of our baptisms he started to sing really loudly.  That was fun.   Also, we are teaching a deaf guy whose name means "love of boogers."   It is super difficult to teach a deaf guy.   I always thought that I had a cool name, but now I see that that is not true.   Also,  one of my good friends in my old area is named "Poop of the Fire God" but we just call him Poop for short.   I say this because I think we should start getting a little more creative with our names.   I think we at least need to forbid one syllable names in our family. 

 There are all kinds of crazy awesome delicious fruits here, and they just grow everywhere.   Everyone here says "cool the life."   Preaching the gospel and eating starfruit and pakai is the best.   Some priest from the priest quorum came to learn about the mission but they had these tiny BMX bikes and he got super tired, so I rode a tiny BMX bike for like 10 kilometers.  It was not a fun experience at all.   Also, the other day we made a random visit to one of our investigators and everything seemed all fine and good until she just broke down and started crying and said that she was just about to commit suicide when we came to her house because her husband beats her.   Somehow 2 goobery 19 year old white guys who can't really speak French (with a lot of help from the Spirit)  got her to be smiling after that terrible experience.   I now know why so many missionaries say they don't have a testimony until after their mission because it is true.   It is impossible to get a testimony by working at Hobby Lobby and playing video games.   Your testimony becomes super strong when it's one of your only tools against addiction, violence and all other bad things.  I can't really express how awesome this is being here preaching the gospel, so I won't. Love Yall
Love Elder Cosby
Dear family,  I forgot to tell you that Elder Oldroyd is Duncan Fetner. His name is even Robert. He is literaly Duncan. Everything he does convinces me more and more that this is Duncan Fetner that I am preaching the gosple with.  (Ed. note for those who don't know Duncan Fetner.  Duncan was one of Seth's best High School buddies.  He is a wonderful, unique young man (not LDS). We often heard Duncan stories at the supper table from the time Seth met him as a freshman.    It is hard to imagine two Duncan Fetner's in the world, but apparently Elder Seth Cosby attracts them.  He truly is in heaven if he is preaching on a paradise island with a Duncan Fetner personality).  

1 comment:

JLCole said...

So wonderful to read seths experiences! So happy for him.what a rich life he is living!