Monday, August 29, 2016

"Fishers and Hunters" of all men...haha

Hey,

Elder Cowley and I have definitely had some of the most interesting/weird weeks of our missions this past little while. I don't know what it is... but we run into a whole bunch of random and different situations. It's been a long time of homeless people, and drunk people. Sometimes I feel like that's the only people that actually come up to talk to us... but it's all good. Christ talked about sending "fishers and hunters". It'd almost be too easy if they came to us instead!

There's no time to describe all of the weird things that happened... so I'll just describe our planning session. That should sum it all up. We had transfer planning this week to get ready for this transfer-we both want to work hard, and do what we need to do. We kinda just realized that unfortunately, nothing has been changing. It's almost like we've accomplished nothing. We didn't like that. We started planning, and were doing everything we could to figure out how we need to push forward, and what we need to do to help those around us, and help people change and repent. We prayed and worked and pondered, and then we summed it up with a prayer. We had a bunch of ideas, and took them to the Lord. The Spirit was there throughout the day and the planning, and were excited to get an answer. So we prayed. We got absolutely nothing. Not a single prompting, not a single thought. We looked at eachother, and just had that "stupor of thought". so we went out on the balcony and thought about it... and while looking down, we saw a dude crash on his bike. All of the papers that were on the back of his bike spilled out, and formed a backwards question mark on the sidewalk. It was literally perfect. We freaked out. What is that supposed to mean? So we talked about different things, and tried to just keep going, but we were hitting a wall. It was such a weird moment. Just as we were ready to give up, and move on, I got a call. A guy in the hospital wanted to know about the Book of Mormon. It was an answer. So we set up to come by sunday and talk with him. Turns out, the hospital was all the way in Ząbki... which is outside of warsaw a while. (i guess you're supposed to tell the mission president if you leave your area... but it's okay, because we're AP's and that's cool.).We got all the way out there, and walked in, and figured out (slowly) that it was a mental/psychiatric hospital. We met the guy, and he took us over to his bench, and there was splattered tomato all over it. Then all of his friends slowly came over and talked to us. I felt like I was in a hippie commune because they were all on their meds. Thankfully, this guy seemed the most 'there' out of all of them, and I know that just because people have problems and trials in their lives, does not mean that they're broken or not a child of God! So we'll see what happens, and see what the Lord's plan for Him is! We'll try to teach him when we can, and see where he's at. We'll see what comes from it!


So we don't know what that means. The Lord has a plan, and we're just going to try to follow it. maybe He's trying to teach us about mental illness? or drunk people? or homeless people? We've had a few solid experiences with our friends the homeless and the alcoholics. We'll try to learn something from it, and just keep on pushing through! The Lord's ways are not our ways...! haha. 


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