Sunday was the most amazing, miracle-filled day. I don’t know if I even have time to list all of the wonderful things that happened on Sunday. I’ll try to summarize a few highlights.
The recent convert’s fiancée, that just started taking the lessons, not only bore his testimony on Sunday, but announced over the pulpit that he wants to be baptized. When he said that I grabbed Sister Johnston’s arm and said, “Pinch me!” It seemed too good to be true.
One of our other recent converts, that has been struggling, came to church—but he forgot about the time change and went to the 9:30 service with the Bridgeport ward. But because the Bridgeport missionaries had called that morning and said, “Sister Monson, our pianist bailed, can you come play the piano for our sacrament meeting?!”, we were there to greet him. The person who was going to play the piano actually ended up coming. But we were there anyway, so I got to play the organ, which I loved.
A teenage convert of a few years, from a part-member family, has been struggling. We’ve been trying to work with the family. This teen got up in sacrament meeting and shared his testimony and said that he finally knew he had found the true church. AMAZING kid. Love him.
The member referral that we’ve taught a few times came to church again—AND stayed for the whole block, AND went to Gospel Principles instead of hanging out with the Young Men.
A girl we’ve been trying to teach, who has been coming to church for months (she met with the elders but for various reasons related to her family, we haven’t been able to teach her), bore her testimony for the first time and said she can’t wait to become a member of the church.
A member in the Bridgeport ward shared the following experience he had had recently: He got rear-ended which damaged his bumper and broke the window in his truck. The ward mission leader happened to be in the car with him. When the brother said he couldn’t afford to have the car fixed, the WML asked him if he had been paying his tithing. He said, “Yes, that’s the only thing I can afford to pay these days.” The WML said, “You are better off living in a cardboard box than breaking your covenants.” He continued to pay his tithing. A friend at a glass company was able to replace the window for free, and he took a sledgehammer to his bumper and fixed it that way. But he still didn’t have any money to pay his bills…until the insurance company of the person who rear-ended him dropped by his work and handed him a check with just enough to cover the bills. If that’s not a miracle I don’t know what is.
We were able to have the Bridgeport elders give one of our investigators, who was in the hospital for a heart attack, a blessing. In the blessing he was promised very specific things, e.g. that he would be able to leave the hospital within the week, and that God would give him the strength to quit smoking and other bad habits if he would make the effort. After the blessing was over the gentleman asked Elder Thiel what he had meant by a specific phrase in the blessing, and Elder Thiel said, “It wasn’t me!”
Best miracle of all…transfer calls came last night…but again, we sat by the phone and never got a call!!! I have been graced with another six weeks in Trumbull.
“Behold, this is joy which none receiveth save it be the truly penitent and humble seeker of happiness.” (Alma 27:18)
-Sister Monson
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