Well, this week was kinda slow. We weren't able to get in with as many of our investigators as we would have liked. It seems almost like no one wants to meet with us anymore. Although, we did manage to get one lady and her kids to come to church. Her name is Claudia, and she has been investigating the church for a few years now but is super floja (lazy). I guess this is progress. The work may be slow, but it's still going forth.
Yesterday, I think I was more bold than I had yet been previous. We were talking with one of our potentials on their doorstep. He was saying that they were about to sit down to dinner and that they didn't have time right now. Elder Harder brought up that the word of God is important and asked why they couldn't take 10 minutes to listen to us, but the man remained adament. I then turned to Elder Harder and said, "Si, es importante, pero para comer is mas importante." (Yes, it is important, but eating is more important.) The man was taken aback by this statement but still chose dinner over the word of God. So, we appologized for wasting the man's time and went on our way.
I finally made use of that cookbook you sent with me this past week. Last Monday, I decided to try out making one of the recipes and made dinner for the Elders in my apartment; myself, Elder Harder, and another companionship. I made the marinaded chicken on potatoes dish. (I forget what it was called.) I turned out really good. (Picture below, I forgot to take a picture before we served it, so I took a picture of my plate.) Everyone really liked it. It was really cheap, too. With the supplies I bought, I worked it out to about $1.85 per serving. I just might have to do this more often. The interesting part was that I actually kinda enjoyed making it.
That's it for this week. I'll leave you with this story from Elder Bruce D. Porter talk in General Conference.
One cold, wintry day, another friend of mine, Tom, was walking across the university campus. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and the campus was deserted and dark. Heavy snow was falling, with a brisk wind. “What miserable weather,” Tom thought. He walked farther, and out in the darkness and snow, he heard someone singing.
Sure enough, through the driving snow came our ever-optimistic friend, Bruce. With his arms outstretched to the sky, he was singing a number from the Broadway musical Oklahoma: “Oh, what a beautiful morning! Oh, what a beautiful day! I’ve got a beautiful feeling, everything’s going my way” (Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” ).
In the intervening years, that bright voice in a dark storm has become for me a symbol of what faith and hope are all about. Even in a darkening world, we as Latter-day Saints may sing with joy, knowing that the powers of heaven are with God’s Church and people. We may rejoice in the knowledge that a beautiful morning lies ahead—the dawn of the millennial day, when the Son of God shall rise in the East and reign again on the earth.
--Elder Bruce D. Porter, "Beautiful Mornings"
Even when times are rough and the way is dark, look for that silver lining and then even the darkest storms will seem bright.
Until next week,
-Elder Jordon Hill-