Week 3 You know you're not getting your message across when you're invited to go clubbing.
So my companion and I had the strangest experiences this week. We knocked on a door where a man answered and before we had time to say anything, the man said, "Oh, Mormons. Come in and sit down." He then left the room. His living room was COVERED with pictures of bleeding Christs. Like really gruesome ones. I saw some anointing oil, and thought, Oh no. He came back with a sheet of paper for each of us called Hell--The Grave Reality. He didn't try to tear us apart like I was assuming he would, but we left shortly thereafter. The info thing on hell was the most awful thing I've ever read. It made me so sad to think that some people really think we need to obey out of fear, not love. I was horrified. My companion and I left the house completely stupified. After we went to this man and a couple of other houses, a line from Alma came to mind. "Now when our hearts were depressed and we were about to turn back.." This was exactly how we felt--done with that street, even though we felt so good about it when we came. We decided to knock on one more door and found the friendliest woman ever who is ready to receive the lessons. I am learning more about opposition in all things.
Tuesday was a good day. We found three new investigators. Two are a young couple--they let us teach them on the husband's 30th birthday! They are so ready. Jordan, the husband, is looking to quit smoking and wants a better life for his kids. He was able to quit for three months when he was reading the New Testament every day so we are really excited for him.
So guess who learned yesterday that it IS possible to gain five pounds in a twelve hour span. ME! Hahaha Sister Allen and I went to our bishop's house for Thanksgiving last night.When we were finished, he turned to his wife and said, Annie they must not like your cooking because they haven't taken seconds. So of course we then took more. What we couldn't tell the bishop is that we had another dinner appoinment schedueled right after that. Yes that is correct. Sister Allen and I ate two complete Thanksgiving dinners complete with like six slices of pie. With seconds at both houses. We learned that there is a point where you just don't even notice any more how much you are eating. I think because we are missionaries and are really blessed, we weren't even in pain. But don't worry, I've already lost three of the five pounds and in this mission we do not eat with members very often. Our mission president wants us to only be with members if they have someone for us to teach and our time with them is still limited.
Our mission president has huge amounts of faith in us. His standards of excellence for the mission are really high. He wants 1 new investigator every day, 1 baptism per companionship this month, and one per person next month. After he became the mission president, all of our key indicators septoupled. Or more. He has so much faith.
He has also asked Sister Allen and I to cover another area on top of the one we are opening. I can't even tell you all how much I am growing from this. My comp and I are learning so much about hard work and truly relying on the Lord.
The Work is Working!
Sister Thomson
PS. I am compiling a list of reasons why Canada is a different land.
1. My companion just told me about how she once tracted into a black bear. On her way to chuch. In a neighborhood. Apparently that is not uncommon here.
2. I have learned to trust candy here. It is always the best stuff I've ever tried. Always.
3. There is a Tim Hortons on every street corner. I'm not exaggerating. All Tim Hortons sells are bagels, coffee, donuts, and really plain sandwhiches. But people eat there every day. I've tried it once and am so confused.
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