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It’s been a rough week.
Monday was pleasant enough- we went to the Amish
and picked up a few things- groceries mostly (you can’t really beat picking up
a couple of boxes of hamburger helper for 65 cents a pop), but we picked up
some hand-made soaps and jelly. It was very cute and just a pleasant reminder
that there is a simpler way to live. I like it a lot, and the idea of keeping a
garden of my own someday doesn’t seem too implausible (aside from my chronic
lack of a green thumb) (sorry....that's moms fault!). But then I got sick (though I’d had no dairy as of yet
that day and nothing clearly food-related as a problem), and the appointment
we’d been looking forward to all week with a lady who really, really needs the
Lord in her life cancelled. At least the night finished off with a lady we went
to visit (a member of the church) told us we were inspired by God to come
because her mother had just gone into the hospital and she needed help because
she didn’t really understand how to use her track phone. We were glad to be of
help, but honestly we felt like we had come because we wanted to see someone
who actually wanted to see us. (wins
for both of them!)
Speaking of people not wanting to see us, we had back-to-back days of the whole day knocking, and the whole day full of rejection. And not just rejection, but really cold, rude, snide rejection. We smile, we’re polite, we’re not at all pushy, the first "no" we get we politely say good bye and leave, so why the most un-Christian behavior? I try to tell myself it’s because they don’t understand, because they’ve been misinformed about what it is we believe (we believe in Christ too…), but for people who profess to be Christians, where is the Christ-like behavior? One of the few ladies who were polite to us told us a joke. ‘A catholic priest gets up before his congregation and tells them he can tell them his whole sermon in three sentences. “We know there are millions of Catholics in the United States. We know there are millions of Protestants in the United States. We are looking for millions of Christians in the United States.” He sat down.’ We laughed and agreed with her… Jokes are funny because they have at least a particle of truth in them. That particle is a lot more than just a little particle here. The first day we came home feeling good, despite the commentary and how worn our feet felt. A member family had prayed for us that day, fasted for us, and given us a list of names of people who might be open to learning more. They fed us at the end of it. It was a good day despite other people.
Thursday was more pleasant, if only because we had a few appointments- a few people who actually wanted to see us, but then one investigator texted us after we got home and told us we didn't need to come back because his pastor and his mom didn't like the idea of him talking to us. I wonder why.
Friday, another investigator told us he needed to think and didn't want to meet us, most of the day was spent yet again, knocking and getting rejected. Saturday was more rejection.
Sunday we saw a few members, but honestly after this week I'm not sure we had the courage to really make a serious effort to talk to people that day.
Speaking of people not wanting to see us, we had back-to-back days of the whole day knocking, and the whole day full of rejection. And not just rejection, but really cold, rude, snide rejection. We smile, we’re polite, we’re not at all pushy, the first "no" we get we politely say good bye and leave, so why the most un-Christian behavior? I try to tell myself it’s because they don’t understand, because they’ve been misinformed about what it is we believe (we believe in Christ too…), but for people who profess to be Christians, where is the Christ-like behavior? One of the few ladies who were polite to us told us a joke. ‘A catholic priest gets up before his congregation and tells them he can tell them his whole sermon in three sentences. “We know there are millions of Catholics in the United States. We know there are millions of Protestants in the United States. We are looking for millions of Christians in the United States.” He sat down.’ We laughed and agreed with her… Jokes are funny because they have at least a particle of truth in them. That particle is a lot more than just a little particle here. The first day we came home feeling good, despite the commentary and how worn our feet felt. A member family had prayed for us that day, fasted for us, and given us a list of names of people who might be open to learning more. They fed us at the end of it. It was a good day despite other people.
Thursday was more pleasant, if only because we had a few appointments- a few people who actually wanted to see us, but then one investigator texted us after we got home and told us we didn't need to come back because his pastor and his mom didn't like the idea of him talking to us. I wonder why.
Friday, another investigator told us he needed to think and didn't want to meet us, most of the day was spent yet again, knocking and getting rejected. Saturday was more rejection.
Sunday we saw a few members, but honestly after this week I'm not sure we had the courage to really make a serious effort to talk to people that day.
So all in all, no one teach, no one to talk to, and the transfer
is on Thursday. Hallelujah. I hate to leave my companion here, though I'm sure
some new blood would be good for this area.
Every week we email our mission president and talk to him about what is going on in the area, and who we’re working with and how that’s going, etc. The email I got this week essentially read that I would likely get moved this transfer. Transfer calls are going out tomorrow, so I’ll be likely writing you from a new location next week. It’s possible I won’t get moved, but extremely unlikely.
My companion and I are still two peas in a pod. I am displeased to most likely be parted from her.
The 22nd marks officially 3 months to go. (YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!)
Definitely relating well to the talk “But if
Not” by Elder Simmons of the Seventy. (Click HERE to read the talk)
Anyhow. All my love.
Christine
Great talk by Elder Simmons.
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