Below is a picture of a zone conference in Manchester, one of the wards where Dad served back in the day. ( I picked up all the dinosaur bones before I took the picture.)
Basically it’s raining miracles out here. We’ve started teaching a former investigator who originally had a baptismal date, but she cancelled it. A couple of weeks ago she told us she now wants to get baptized in July. Since we’ve been teaching her again she is really understanding it, and enjoying her reading. Her whole countenance is different. She’s like a completely different person.
We have three baptisms scheduled. Craziness! President Pehrson just told us we had 26 baptisms in the month of May which is more than he has ever had his entire time as mission president.
We had an amazing first lesson with a referral. She understood everything immediately. When she read Moroni 10 she started to cry. She says she feels like she already knew this, and it feels right. I love when that happens!
It just occurred to me how many labels for people I use in my emails. Let me explain that I think of these people as actual people, and not as “investigator” or “less-active” or whatever. I use the labels to avoid using their names, since this is going on my blog. (I have a blog, which I’ve never even seen myself. How weird.)
Funnies/quotes:
-The other day we parked our car near the corner of a street we were about to tract. While we were still in the car getting our things together, a woman came out the side door of the house we were parked next to. She was talking on a cordless phone. Then she went back inside. We were just about to get out of the car when she came out again, this time with a razor in addition to her phone, and started shaving her legs. Yes. Shaving her legs, on her doorstep facing the street. We gave her a pass-along card.
-“We’ll read a scripture and break him in the heart” (referring to a less-active member)- Monson
-A native of this "yuppy heaven" state, describing the "Welcome to Connecticut" sign: "Welcome to Connecticut. Please dress nicely."
The following conversation occurred between two investigators, whom I will call Bob and Bill:
Bob: “I want to go to the celestial kingdom.”
Bill: “With our luck, we’ll have tents instead of mansions in heaven.”
Bob: “Leaky tents. No, we’ll have a Winnebago. Loaded.”
Bill: “Loaded with what? Beautiful women?”
Bob: “Beautiful…books.”
Bill: “You take the books. I’ll take the girls.”
Sister Mortimer: “YOU’LL be in the leaky tent.”
Bill: “That’s all right. I’ll have the girls plug up the leaks with their hands.”
I love life. Especially right now. Best time ever. "These were days never to be forgotten."
-Sister Monson
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