Well another week gone by.
We saw our friend J on Tuesday. He is doing OK. He spent the weekend in jail ‘cause he got in a fight ... tisk tisk J. But he is still pretty solid. He loves the Book of Mormon. We read 3 Nephi 11 with him and he was so stoked on the part where Jesus Christ visits the Nephites. He has been reading and praying about it, so more on him later.
We also went and saw a member family, the Jezewskas. They have all these crazy kids that we go and have fun with (picture included). They wanted us to skateboard with their really cheap board, and I snapped it on accident. Woops. They weren’t too bothered. The kids thought it was cool, but I felt bad.
Wednesday we walked out to Pirton again – 60-minute walk through farms haha. We found a couple potentials, but it wasn’t a very memorable day.
Thursday we had district meeting in Stenvenage. It was good. I gave a lesson on finding people. How we need to be good “hunters” and go where the deer are, not where the bears are. I think as missionaries we could be more inspired as to where we go when we are finding people, instead of just going where other missionaries have gone before. We then went and saw some members called the Hills. They are both pretty old. The man is English and the wife is German. They told us story, after story, after story of WWII and what it was like – on both sides really, since she is German. They invited us over for dinner and they want to show us lots of pictures and videos they have from way back then, so that should be fun. We were there forever because they just loved talking to us haha.
Friday, trouble came along. Elder Torbit had a bad blister that he popped on his foot and we think it got infected. He has had a bad back for a few days as well. So the poor guy has had to take it easy for a few days, doctor’s orders. Luckily we were in Letchworth on Friday and we ran into a certain Brother Upstone, who is a member. He demanded that we come to a restaurant and eat dinner with him. We had a good time and I found out that he is going to Salt Lake for like a month to visit his son there. I gave him our address, Mom and Dad, and told him he can stop by and say hello. He is just crazy enough to do it so watch out. There may be a random Brit appearing at our door.
Saturday, nothing much happening.
Sunday, a French lady fed us dinner after church. The food was good. She made us some really good Spanish fruit drink. And when we were teaching our lesson she said she had a friend who is Italian who wants to learn more about our church. She is Catholic and she has been asking lots of questions and apparently has said “we are only Catholic because we haven’t found something better.” BINGO. She wants to invite us around again for lunch with her friend. I really hope that turns out – that would be ideal.
That’s all I have. I am still reading about church history and stuff in the D&C. Good stuff. There is no doubt in my mind that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God – pretty miraculous. It makes me want to be a better missionary, go and tell the people that a 14-year-old boy saw God and God told him that he still loves all of us. Haha, pretty fun.
This Oliver Cowdery quote made me excited:
“I shall not attempt to paint to you the feelings of this heart, nor the majestic beauty and glory which surrounded us on this occasion; but you will believe me when I say, that earth, nor men, with the eloquence of time, cannot begin to clothe language in as interesting and sublime a manner as this holy personage. No; nor has this earth power to give the joy, to bestow the peace, or comprehend the wisdom which was contained in each sentence as they were delivered by the power of the Holy Spirit! Man may deceive his fellow-men, deception may follow deception, and the children of the wicked one may have power to seduce the foolish and untaught, till naught but fiction feeds the many, and the fruit of falsehood carries in its current the giddy to the grave; but one touch with the finger of his love, yes, one ray of glory from the upper world, or one word from the mouth of the Savior, from the bosom of eternity, strikes it all into insignificance, and blots it forever from the mind. The assurance that we were in the presence of an angel, the certainty that we heard the voice of Jesus, and the truth unsullied as it flowed from a pure personage, dictated by the will of God, is to me past description, and I shall ever look upon this expression of the Savior’s goodness with wonder and thanksgiving while I am permitted to tarry; and in those mansions where perfection dwells and sin never comes, I hope to adore in that day which shall never cease.”
I have been working on putting more personal experiences and stuff in my lessons. They have been kinda bland. I want to show people an ideal, give them the tools to reach that ideal, and show them how I have seen it work. It’s good. I am finding out a lot about myself.
Tah for now.
Love you all,