When I got to Oregon it was quite boring. We just had
this orientation meeting, which involved sitting, and them saying that
almost everything they were teaching us didn't apply to "visa waiters".
Then we drove to my area, which is Cave Junction, got back at like 11:30 and went to bed because I was dead tired. (But on the way we got taco bell, which is AMAZING!)
The next day the mission life began, woke up at 6:20,
and went for a run on this awesome track that is surrounded by trees.
It would be perfect for playing ultimate. Got back from that whole
experience and showered and began studying/planning. We planned, and
studied, and planned some more. Then we went out. The first thing we did
was go to a place called Taylor's Sausage. They have amazing fries, and
now I have a huge love for beer battered fries. We went finding for a
bit. Did my first door approach, and boy was it exciting. I got to
introduce myself, then he shut the door after saying "nope, nope". There
is the tale of my first door approach.
So I got put into an area where there is going to be
a baptism His name is Paul, and he is the coolest person ever. He is
getting baptized this weekend which is cool, although I had nothing to
do with it. :P
But continuing on, the mission field is cool. We are
spoiled here, because the ward is feeding us every single night... it's
gonna be a slap to the face in Europe, when I actually get skinny
because they aren't cramming food in my face. But I am super
appreciative of the ward members, they are amazing people. I will now
tell you some random contacting stories that have happened to us this
week.
So, this story began before I was even in the field.
They had contacted this girl, who was very interested and they set up
an appointment to meet with her. When they went to meet with her, they
found her husband, who didn't want them to come in and teach his wife
something that he didn't know. (trying to protect his family) So this
guy ended up going to the church (that was across the street) and
telling the bishop to not have missionaries knock his door anymore. So
later on, I come along, and we met this lady on the street who wanted us
to pray for her. So we prayed with her, and taught her about the Book
of Mormon and gave her one. We planned on meeting with her at the park
by our house the following day. So the following day comes up, and we
are chilling at the park, and she doesn't show up. So we start playing
hacky sack while we wait. Then, to our dismay, the guy that told the
bishop to not have missionaries knock his door anymore comes over and
starts playing with us. We talked and played for a bit, then we got
talking about religion, and we contacted him and he was open with it.
His name is Don, and he is a great man. I believe that when his life
settles down he will be a strong investigator.This was a miracle, pretty
much. :P
Onto the next one. This happened last night. We were
walking home from our meeting with a less active, and we we walking
through the park that the first story talked about. We saw this kid
playing basketball and we asked if we could shoot with him. So we were
shooting around for a bit, talking, and once again we talked about some
religion and he was interested. So we have an appointment with him this
week, which is awesome.
So I'm pretty sure that park, that is filled with hobos and drugs, is a place of miracles.
But
as the title says, i'm pretty sure I am in the zone with the most use
of marijuana. (That stuff is everywhere) Random fact of the day for you
all.
Oh yeah, so we were meeting with this less active
who was drinking some beer... a little buzzed. But then her brother
comes along who was completely hammered. He mainly just tried to argue
with us, and whenever he would talk he would start off by saying "You
know that I'm a Christian, right?" But it's like all of his points
didn't really make sense. His main thing was that the bible was enough
scripture and that the Book of Mormon wasn't from God because of that.
Then my companion pulled out his scriptures and started flipping through
them. The drunk guy just started telling him to read marked scriptures.
So he read one in Corinthians, I can't remember what it was. Then he
read one in Moroni... after he read that scripture in Moroni, the drunk
guy said... "That was one kick #$% scripture." Then he said that it was
definetly from Jesus. We both were just like... You're right, it is from
Jesus. It's also from the Book of Mormon. He was shocked, and it was
cool. I know he won't remember it at all. But it might have helped his
sister build her testimony. (oh drunk people -.-)
But anyways, the church is true, stay awesome in everything that you do.
I love you <3
Elder Swan
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