We are finally able to get out and work again and I had one for the books last week. I met a homeless man on the street and we talked for a while. I told him I would be right back and left to my pension to get him some clothes. I got a white shirt and some slacks. When I returned I gave him the clothes and invited him in to church. He smelled like beer but that wasn't going to let that stop him. We sat for a bit and he said he had to go to the restroom so he left, when he came back he smelled of more beer and was getting agitated. I invited him to class which he went but after about ten minutes he said he had to leave for a minute. I waited a while and then went out to look for him, he was walking back in the church and really smelled of beer now. I called me a
few choice names and then through his bottle and hit me. I got a little upset and kindly asked him to leave. He yelled some more and walked away. I went to help one of the sisters fill the font for a baptism after church when I got call from the other missionaries saying the guy was back. I told them just to lock the doors and keep him out. We did have a couple of baptisms that evening though so it did make it a little better.