Well, Hello!
So many wonderful things happened this week--here are just a few:
Halloween last Monday was p-day. We just played games and baked at the church. Then went over to the cemetery, thinking that that was going to be the day that
people put candles all over, and we were so excited...but it wasn't. So, we
just walked around the gorgeous old cemetery for a while.
Well, that was until we
got a text from out investigator, saying that he was already at the Church,
(20 minutes early), and he had a little teary face and rain cloud emoji on the message because he
was just standing out in the rain! So we felt really bad and ran to the church! Ten minutes later, and soaking wet, we get there and have an awesome lesson.
The
lesson went super well...except for just a couple things:
1. The language barrier. He speaks Kurdish, but also a decent amound of Swedish and a little English. We had another guy on the phone trying to translate for part of
it, and after a while he said, "I feel like the police are after me", and just started chuckling a
little...and hung up. If that doesn't really make sense to you, don't worry--because it didn't
for us, either!
2.Then at one point
syster Davis was talking about "att hålla ut till slutet" --enduring to the end. She was talking about never giving up, and he didn't quite get what
we were saying--and we tried saying it a couple times in Swedish and then in
English, and he just didnt quite get it. Then we say, "Ger upp", and he
says, "KEBAB?!",and we just died!
So, for all you Americans, "Kebab" is the thing here. Kebab to Sweden (well at least to Middle Easterners in
Sweden) is like Twinkies to America. Everyone knows about it, and you either
love it or hate it. it feels like very other store here is either a Kebab
Pizza shop or a hair salon. (p.s. At the end of "Avengers" when Iron Man says,
"Let's get Shawarma..." Do you all know what I'm talking about?) Well, it's
questionable meat on a rotisserie rod type of thingy that they slice off and
serve to you. Anyways--long explanation to just say that during our
lesson when were talking about never giving up and holding out to the end, he thought we
were talking about kebab. Pretty great!
3.Oh--and then two
drunk men came to the Church, which was really weird, and one of them came in
and asked to go to the bathroom...then finally came out and ended up sleeping
on the bench outside the church.
Well, aside from that, we went to go swing by a lady's house
one day and we had set up a time to meet. We took the bus 30 minutes outside of stan (town), and she ended up not being home. It was freezing, and most of the buildings were
port-coded. But we knew that we were supposed to be there for a reason. So we
just started walking hoping that we could find some building we could go knock
on some doors.
We finally came across some and started our way up. We
came across many interesting things, but our favorite was knocking on this one
door and suddenly all the lights inside come on. This little Asian lady answers
the door, and can't really speak English or Swedish, and says something and closes the
door. Super confused, Sys. Eldridge and I start walking to the next door, and
Sys. Davis says, "Wait! I think she said, 'vänta!' ", which
means wait.
So we stood there for a minute, and sure enough the door opens again
and out comes the little old lady with a half-eaten bag of chocolates, and we
were just so confused! We just ask "are you sure?", and she just says "yes, yes". We tried explaining who we are, and she's just saying "no, no", and
waving at us to go... o we did! But, we left with a nice bag
o´candy! It was so funny! We were thinking about it after, and we realized:
"You know what? Do you think she thought we were trick-or-treating?" Haha! The world may never know, but it worked for us! We like tracting.
Wednesday we were able to
teach the lesson, and it just went so well! He absolutely loved it, and he had so
many questions, and it just made sense to him. He mentioned how he loved how
merciful this plan was. As we were explaining the different kingdoms he just
said, "No offense, but I want to do all that I can to reach the highest
level of spirituality and go to the Celestial kingdom. That way I can help all
of those that weren't able to make it." It was so sweet! So, that
was pretty great!
When we got there, her name wasn't on the port code though, so we
just tried calling her. She didn't answer, so we called her parents and they
were trying to help us out--tried giving us the code and we tried punching it
in, but nothing! It was getting kind of frustrating, and I personally was feeling done with it. I couldn't feel my toes and it was taking way too long. We tried just
a little longer, and then started making our way down the street to drop the
cookies off at her parents' house.
Then, in my head I just heard in my own little
thoughts..."try again." And I just thought back in response,
"we already did." Then again, "try again " And I thought, "but my companions will think its weird if I say to go back!" We were even
further down the road at this point and I hear, "Try again." It was very soft and subtle, but I knew who's voice it was, and I knew we had to go back. So I told them we had to go
back and try again.
It didn't work right away, but I just kept punching in the
code--over and over--and punched in two of the numbers, and all of a sudden the
light turned on, meaning that it was open-- we opened the door and we were in! We quickly said a thank-you prayer, and went up to the fifth floor--almost the
last door. We knocked, and she was shocked but happy to see us. And to not go too
much into detail, the Lord's hand truly was in that experience. He knew what was going on
with her and how she was feeling in the moment, and sent us to help out a
little. It really was a miracle.
Well, I love you all dearly, and remember those prayers of
gratitude! Especially coming up to this Thanksgiving holiday--live in
thanksgiving DAILY!
Med Kärlek,
Syster Campbell
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