And if it so be that you should labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one soul unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my Father!
- D&C 18:15
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Monday, August 29, 2016
It started with a bang. Tuesday we were doing service for a local community center. My companion was moving a large piece of glass with the help of another elder to the dump. Turns out, the glass was too heavy to be supported on the sides alone. It collapsed from the middle and shattered everywhere. Have you ever seen glass break? It's quite beautiful. Looking at broken glass isn't, cleaning broken glass isn't, but seeing it break is quite enjoyable. At any rate, we all looked at it, thinking, "that was sweet!" Until we realized Elder Y's pinky was leaking blood. I know , the pinky finger, why do we even call it a pinky? Isn't that enough to make anything pertaining to it sound harmless? "Ow, my pinky." "Ow, who cares?" That is extremely sarcastic. Elder Y was losing a lot of blood. We jumped over to an urgent care and waited for him to be admitted for a solid hour and a half. It wasn't very urgent. he couldn't feel it. It was more of pain waiting than actually getting his pinky almost sliced off. After he was admitted, it took a long time for him to come out. I couldn't help but glance over to the TV. Let's Make a Deal was on. A man from Provo won a motorcycle. He definitely was a return missionary. Then Jeopardy came on. My weakness. I was cruising through double jeopardy when Elder Y came out. He had three stitches. Hooray! I know that this is serious, but the circumstance just made it so nothing seemed very serious. Elder Y couldn't feel the pain, we spent an hour and a half waiting in an empty waiting room, Jeopardy was on, it was an odd day.
Wednesday was great. We were able to have dinner with the C family. They were baptized in the Old Settlers Ward in March, and then moved north out of the Ward in May. They came back to visit the Ward last week and were shocked to see me there. They demanded that we go out to dinner with them. I was so happy to know that they were doing great in their Ward, and they enjoyed the members there. It sounds like they are making plans to be sealed in the temple next spring, and I can't wait to join them. A family like that is why we do missionary work. We see the blessings of baptism and continual activity in the church. I received their contact information and can't wait to see them again.
We've been having a lot of fun with one of our favorite investigators, Marshall. Every day he surprises us. On Wednesday he told us he was done investigating the church through a text. On Thursday his less active mother told us he still was and he'll talk to us soon. On Friday he texted us asking to set up an appointment. On Saturday we taught him. On Sunday he came to church and invited us to a dinner he was having with some members of the Ward. What a guy. He has read almost a third of the Book of Mormon in two weeks, which is really impressive. Most people don't get through second Nephi.
Life is great. I am enjoying being in this area for so long. Many of the members are joking that I will get my records moved here and I'll get a calling in primary pretty soon. Ha ha, I wouldn't put it past some of these bishops to find a way to wrangle some of the loose kids in sacrament meeting.
Things are going great. We are fulfilling our missionary purpose and having fun while we're at it. My testimony is sound, my love is deep. I pray we all can walk towards the throne of God with confidence,