Sometimes it hurts to be lifted up so high,
only to be dropped....hard. Well, this week we were sitting in a bench
when a guy came over and asked about us, etc. We asked how he was doing
and he said not good. He told us he was trying everything to get his
mind off of death. We asked him why, and above other things, he had a
father who had had three heart-attacks and was now dealing with cancer
along with a leg injury caused by malpractice. He asked us if we could
come over sometime and pray for his father and read from the scriptures.
We agreed and came over later that night. During our meeting we prayed
for him and his family, which put the father in tears. He told us that
we prayed for exactly what he needed and wanted. It was late so we could
only read a short verse about the Saviors love before we left.
The next day we came over and we asked the son how he was doing and he said 'towards good'. Everything seemed to be starting off well. We were going to pray and then tell him how he could pray whenever he wanted, and he didn't need us to pray for him, because God would always listen. We were also going to teach that we could pray from our hearts, but before we could get to the lesson, an acquaintance of the family came in. He saw us, then began to tell the father he was very unwise to let us over. I said hello to let him know we knew Armenian and that we understood what he was saying, and then he turned to us and in a very lengthy manner told us to stop being idiots, cut out our destructive work, and go home. He then turned back to the father saying...not good stuff. The son realizing the situation could get worse, helped us leave and said to come back another time.
The next day we came over and we asked the son how he was doing and he said 'towards good'. Everything seemed to be starting off well. We were going to pray and then tell him how he could pray whenever he wanted, and he didn't need us to pray for him, because God would always listen. We were also going to teach that we could pray from our hearts, but before we could get to the lesson, an acquaintance of the family came in. He saw us, then began to tell the father he was very unwise to let us over. I said hello to let him know we knew Armenian and that we understood what he was saying, and then he turned to us and in a very lengthy manner told us to stop being idiots, cut out our destructive work, and go home. He then turned back to the father saying...not good stuff. The son realizing the situation could get worse, helped us leave and said to come back another time.
They were close to being my first investigators, a
whole family of them, in 3-4 months. But, that's fine. I guess the Lord
has other plans for them. We'll still try to get a hold of them; I guess
we'll see how it goes.
On our way home though that night there was a light
rain, and later we saw some Chinese lanterns floating above the Armenian
Church in our area. Just a little tender mercy which cheered me up
from a very bad day. (We'll skip what the other people on the street
that day told us to do)
There was a Relief Society activity for our branch
on Saturday, at which Sister Carter gave a fifteen minute message about
the most important things in our life. Early on in the week she had
asked me to translate for her. She used an example which was focused
around the idea of fitting your time into a box, which was funny,
because just that morning, I had studied how to put the word 'box' into
several different cases (cases are basically tenses for nouns).
Well, time for a funny story. Every week seems to
have one. So we were just walking along when this 60 year old man
ushered to us. We asked him how he was doing, but he didn't answer, he
just gestured for us to follow him. We followed him until we got to this
one garage which he opened and invited us in. As soon as we got in, we
bolted the door shut and started jabbering in Russian. We said we
understood Armenian and then he began to jabber away in Armenian. It was
pretty obvious the guy wasn't all there. He told us stuff like Stalin
is still alive, America doesn't really exist, etc. Then he came up to me
and said "English people don't usually like it when I pachel them (the
Armenian form of greeting with a kiss on the cheek), but is it okay?"
and grabbed my head with two hand. At this point I was getting a little
nervous as he moved in closer. Then without warning he headbutted me
right in the head with strength that defied his age. I grabbed my head
and it was all I could do to keep from laughing in front of him. He
then, with a complete serious face, proceeded to ask the same question
to Elder Woolley (we were on splits) to which he responded "uh...welll"
and then he got head butted too. At that point I couldn't hold it in any
more and busted up. We both said we had to go, and headed, no wait,
that's not the right word, and aimed towards the door. The man smiled
and said we could drop back by at any time.
Well. That's it for this week. :) I love you all!
Elder Christensen fighting a battle with the language :p |
Me and Elder Christensen :) |
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