This week was wonderful, and there really is mycket framgång här (a lot of success here).
On Monday I had my first REAL experience with drunk people. The rest of the time they kind of just talked with us about God, and didn't do much. They usually end up trying to kiss us, but that only happened to Ä Whitworth, not me. I was lucky enough to avoid it again Monday, but two drunk, nay, wasted people were out on the street and we walked right into their trap. Swedish drunk people are like normal Americans. They get loud, a bit arrogant, and they aren't afraid. But these people were like drunk Americans, wobbling over themselves and one pulled me over to a blind person and was telling me to ''hjälp henne! hon är blind!'' (help her, she's blind) the blind person wanted no help, and I was just placed in an awkward situation with everybody looking at us weird walking by.
But that was probably the low of the week, and was pretty funny in retrospect. This week we did just work. No days at the farm, or in Sundsvall, and it was wonderful. We hit our 20 teaches, and got 4 investigators, and we have a list of 20 people we are working with. 2 of them have baptismal dates for the end of December. Things are going well here. We have at least one or two sit down teaches every day, and I felt like a missionary this week. And we didn't do too much tracting either. Feels good.
But I'm a happy man now, I've been trying pretty hard to love the work these last couple weeks, and in a degree it came. I was stoked to visit the next person.. even knock the next door. Sometimes when things are low, you'll knock into a Swedish priest who will sit and compliment your Swedish and you'll have a wonderful conversation with him at the door.
...Or maybe you'll find an old Texan investigator who kindles your memory on how wonderful Americans are. So open, happy, and don't slam doors in your face. I'm really curious to talk to Jordon about his mission experiences in America. It's gotta be different from here.
Well I loved this week.
On Monday I had my first REAL experience with drunk people. The rest of the time they kind of just talked with us about God, and didn't do much. They usually end up trying to kiss us, but that only happened to Ä Whitworth, not me. I was lucky enough to avoid it again Monday, but two drunk, nay, wasted people were out on the street and we walked right into their trap. Swedish drunk people are like normal Americans. They get loud, a bit arrogant, and they aren't afraid. But these people were like drunk Americans, wobbling over themselves and one pulled me over to a blind person and was telling me to ''hjälp henne! hon är blind!'' (help her, she's blind) the blind person wanted no help, and I was just placed in an awkward situation with everybody looking at us weird walking by.
But that was probably the low of the week, and was pretty funny in retrospect. This week we did just work. No days at the farm, or in Sundsvall, and it was wonderful. We hit our 20 teaches, and got 4 investigators, and we have a list of 20 people we are working with. 2 of them have baptismal dates for the end of December. Things are going well here. We have at least one or two sit down teaches every day, and I felt like a missionary this week. And we didn't do too much tracting either. Feels good.
But I'm a happy man now, I've been trying pretty hard to love the work these last couple weeks, and in a degree it came. I was stoked to visit the next person.. even knock the next door. Sometimes when things are low, you'll knock into a Swedish priest who will sit and compliment your Swedish and you'll have a wonderful conversation with him at the door.
...Or maybe you'll find an old Texan investigator who kindles your memory on how wonderful Americans are. So open, happy, and don't slam doors in your face. I'm really curious to talk to Jordon about his mission experiences in America. It's gotta be different from here.
Well I loved this week.