I am adding just a few more videos of this great group of Nauvoo Singers. So much personality.
I am adding just a few more videos of this great group of Nauvoo Singers. So much personality.
This week our director Elder Schultz declared the Week of Happy!
It was a week of happy, but it was also the week of, Sister Gardner gets a cold and a cough and a giant spider bite, but still tries to be positive and was really successful…..mostly.
It is hard to believe how the time has flown here in Nauvoo.
We see miracles most everyday, some times the miracles are smaller, sometimes they are enormous.
It was different this week to have my companion doing the Anna Amanda show instead of Nauvoo singers, but Sister Welch is great. She was a technician missionary who served as a performer last year. She has been able to step in and fulfill some of the gaps left by the loss of our dear Sister Wadsworth.
We had a rehearsal on Sunday where we put the new people into The Promise. It was a speed through and lots of funny things happened. It made me really appreciate the people around me.
I have been thinking a lot about The Promise this week. Trying to figure out how to tell the story more and as I have talked with my fellow actors we have made new discoveries that have helped to make the story more meaningful. I am so grateful for my Promise cast.
We added a sort of ending to The Promise this week. After we bow we come down on the front steps of the stage, take off our bonnets and put on our missionary tags. We then sing one more song for the audience. It has been so spiritual for me.
I loved having my family here again for a while. I was surpised to see my mom. Other missionaries also had their families here and it was so nice to talk with them and get to know them. Elder Sykes’ family was here and his little nieces were so sweet and I got to talk with them a lot.
We have added a few new songs to our Nauvoo singers group. I love singing to testify. I can teach through the words of the songs. So even though I am not really set apart to teach preach my gospel lessons, the music we make testifies of those principles.
I have loved being part of the Nauvoo and British pageants. They tell inspiring stories, and it is so unifying to be with all of the performing missionaries.
Sister Hammond rewrote some of the words so we could sing it.
This is the sound of one voice one spirit one voice the sound of one who makes a choice to follow God and in Him rejoice this is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of voices two. The sound of me singing with you helping each other to make it through To spread His light and proclaim the truth. This is the sound of voices two.
This is the sound of all of us. Singing with love and a will to trust. Leave our fears behind and press on we must with faith in Him who gave all for us this is the sound of all of us.
This is the sound of one voice.
We had a little pause this week during Nauvoo singers and we decided to have a devotional.
We talked about the atonement and then Elder Muncy posed the question of why Obedience is the first law of heaven . It started a great conversation. If we can choose to be obedient then everything else goes easier. We gain the desire to follow God and our Hearts are changed.
I am so glad that the Lord has allowed me to serve here. I love seeing the people feeling the spirit from the music we sing. It is the most rewarding part.
All is wellllllll
Love, Sister Gardner
https://youtu.be/BGrAjTAOQSgIf I have already titled an email this please excuse me… It is a pioneer feeling every morning.
This week everything has started to pick up. We have had sold out shows of The Promise every day, for both shows and crowds at Youth of Zion. It has been an adventurous week. On Monday it was stormy and we had to cancel Sunset by the Mississippi… The air had a tangible feeling to it. It was sticky… we went home because there was no show and suddenly a loud cry rang out across the sky. The TORNADO warning alarm. We all freaked out a bit but did our best to stay calm and we went down in the basement, in the closet. One of the sisters had visiting family and they had to come down there with us. Ha ha, the first time everyone came down to the basement to visit us. Sister Meikle was away at her other show.
We sang songs and it was actually a jolly time, the all clear alarm sounded and that night we still were able to rehearse outside.
The next day it was so hot they had to cancel the show again. Finally on Wednesday they could do it, but I could feel myself being drained. I was glad I made it through the show. I think I might sweat a lot compared to some people. Ha ha. But it is good. I just kind of have condensation “So this is what a glass of water feels like” Ha Ha.
We also almost got rained out for pageant. The YPM’s went and sang for the people taking cover in the tents. WE were soaking soaking wet. It was so wonderful. Then we sang the Nauvoo song and as we came to the part that talks about the temple, we ran up the hill so that it was in our view a shining beacon. It was a really special moment.
I tried really hard to battle satan by being positive and I was glad when some of my humor started to come out. I felt more confident and we actually had some great moments of laughter. I have really come to love the song. “Along Came Jones” in the sunset show. It is a melodrama of sorts. I am the Boo sign and I make that part everything it can be. Haha
Also we had youth groups in to see the promise and they were an extremely interactive audience which made my part as the love interest in the triangle really funny, because they were all into it.
I love talking with them all after the shows.
Nauvoo is treating me well.
Pray for my voice and elder Dewitt who hurt his knee. I’m praying for you.
Shout out to my brother who is leaving on his mission soooooon! I love you all
The weeks fly so quickly here. I remember them flying by in Germany too, but really here I feel like I am always so shocked because it is Sunday again.
I am really getting excited for pageant. We got to do our first rehearsal with the family casts. It was a lot different to do the dances when there were little kids running around and probably about a hundred more people on stage.
The Promise has been going well. I had a show this week where I felt like my voice was almost at full voice.. of course I feel again like I am still only at 75 percent, but it was a tender mercy to be reminded of what My voice can do…
I am pleased with the way the day goes. I feel most at peace when i am talking with people after a performance.
There have been some hard times this week. Satan is really good at making me feel small. I am always having to pray for strength and in so doing, I have started to communicate with my Heavenly Father more and more.
I was reading in the Book of Mormon about Alma the older when he is found by his old co worker Amulon outside of the main city. Amulon knew Alma when they were both priests to King Noah and he makes their lives very difficult. When the people pray he even puts guards to stop them from praying physically. But they continue on praying in their hearts. God helps them make it. They are able to endure and are then freed.
I was so excited this week when the elders who serve in one of the Nauvoo wards brought their investigator to our show! We got to sing for her and I felt so happy to be involved with her journey to God.
I know that these notes are short. but I am learning and growing. I am being humbled all the time. And I see how God is teaching me all the while.
This phrase started out sort of as a joke and has perpetuated itself a multiplicity of times. Whenever something goes right that probably should not have, the phrase “Another Nauvoo Miracle” pops out. From found granola bars to beautiful sunsets, costume malfunction repairs, and a whole myriad of escapades, Nauvoo has this way of making everything work out. It is a joke, but it is also true.
As you all know I have been struggling with my voice. On Sunday I fasted that it would get better and planned on starting a medication i had received to help it on Monday.
The next day we had the performance of The Promise. And For the first time since the day they cast the show, the high note I sing came out! I was actually able to sing the high note, it was clear and not as strong as It has been in the past, but I was able to do it. My voice has been improving since. I really believe it was a little miracle for me because of the faith and prayers and fasting… and now as it has been strengthening, the medicines of man that has helped me to work on this healing process.
I tried to make everyday this week a good day and I am glad to report that they were all good days.
I live for the times after a performance when I get to talk to the people. It is interesting. Three years ago, I would not have said that. I was not the biggest fan of talking to strangers. I love to see how my missions have helped me to progress in this area.
Sister Curtis, the director of the promise and the other shows was talking about how each show has something it testifies of. Anna Amanda: Self worth, Sunset by the Mississippi: JOY, Trail of Hope: Faith and The Promise: Jesus Christ. We don’t ever say that, but I think that is what comes across. I have loved helping to form The Promise with my own ideas. I have loved how Sister Curtis has listened to my perspectives with my character and how we have formed this show as a cast.
Something really wonderful happened Friday night at Trail of Hope.
As I was delivering my lines to the people who came down Parley Street. My mind was filled with images of my mission. People and places that I had not remembered or been able to think about. situations or lessons where brought to my remembrance. It was so beautiful. It was like finding an old journal entry. I was just filled with this enormous feeling of gratitude and joy for the service I was able to give.
I realized that since coming home from my mission I have often mourned the fact that it came to an end. I thought, oh, why would my Father in Heaven have me be finished if there was still more I wanted to give. As I stood out in the clover field after Trail of Hope, I saw thousands of fireflies. and I realized that it was not me that was giving, but rather my Father in Heaven who gave me the blessing to be there. He is the one who made it possible for me to have those memories. It is i who should have gratitude for that which he gave Me. The time and the year and the months in his service, was actually serving me. I knelt down and for the first time I really really thanked Him. For my mission in Austria. It put it in a good perspective. Nauvoo is healing me in ways I did not know I needed. I am so glad to be here and serving and singing and loving.
I invite all those who will come to Nauvoo or who study about its stories to do so with an open heart. This place changes lives.
I know that the gospel has been restored. I know that the temple ordinances are God’s gift to help us return to Him. I know that my God has a plan. And I am so grateful for that.
I am sure many of you thought that sister Gardner would write no more. But to my amazement and general jubilation, the missionary journey will continue! If you recall music was a crowning joy on my mission. I used music to touch the hearts of those I taught and to reach closed up hearts. I would like to announce that I have been called to serve as a Nauvoo Performing Missionary for this summer. I will be set apart Thursday and then Friday morning I am flying out at 5:45 in the morning.
It has been an interesting time coming back. I dove right into school again. I have been on stage again, singing and dancing. And now I have officially been accepted into the Acting Program at my university. I am trying to keep following God’s plan for me even though at times I wonder how exactly he is planning on me using these talents in the long run. I am therefore very glad to have this opportunity to bear my testimony through song and dance.
Nauvoo, for those who are not aware was used as a gathering place for the early members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. There was a thriving city and even a temple built on the banks of the Mississippi River. If you would like to know more about it check out the website : http://www.historicnauvoo.net/
I went there years ago and was so impressed and touched by the performers, the history, and of course the fireflies. So I am excited to be returning.
The audition process for this mission was already such a spiritually uplifting experience. I sent in my video and was then invited to attend a callback in Salt Lake City. I left early that morning filled with anticipation. I listened to the tabernacle choir as I drove, the sun rising in east up over the mountains as I drove along the freeway. I was filled with such peace. I remember going into the church building where the callback was held feeling that whatever happened the wonderful experience on the drive over might have been the only reason was called back.
We had a marathon of singing. I loved hearing all the talented performers the entire chapel was filled with melodious voices. The audition continued throughout the day, measurements, choral singing, reading of slides (a section of a script), and an interview with the directors. It felt like a lovely musical theater themed zone conference just like on my mission. I felt so happy.
A few days later I received the happy news that I would be serving as a performing sister and I have been looking forward to it since December.
I am excited to see how I will grow and improve as a missionary and performer over the summer. I know that I will be able to dedicate these performances to the lord.
“But behold, I say unto you that ye must pray always, and not faint; that ye must not perform any thing unto the Lord save in the first place ye shall pray unto the Father in the name of Christ, that he will consecrate thy performance unto thee, that thy performance may be for the welfare of thy soul.”
-2 Nephi 32: 9
…The most beautiful thing about all of this is that I will be able to be sister Gardner again! So I hope you will enjoy these next few months as Sister Gardner is Astonishing along the Mississippi.
Dear Son or Daughter of God Reading this email.
Stop. . no don´t stop reading… Just stop for a second.
Look around at your surroundings. Maybe you like them. Maybe not. Maybe there are many people, maybe a few. Maybe just you.. Not alone, maybe you should pay a bit more attention to the one trying to talk to you. My words can wait…
Close your eyes… ok, now hopefully you have opened them and are still reading. Or if you have started a sudden nap I do hope it is not an inconvenient time and that if it does work out you enjoy it.
how was that closing your eyes for a second?
What did you hear? What did you feel?
Ok, a few things I would like to explain with this exercise.
I think I started thinking about this as I look around at everything with a sort of love… Even the graffiti in the tunnel under the street makes me smile. I started tearing up just looking around our apartment. My missionary Apartment in München… Which I live in because I am a missionary.
Honestly, I cannot even express or put down in to logical words what doing this work means to me.
I promise I will keep trying. Of course.
I will try for you, for my family… for a blog or a journal, for my dreams or my heart. For my children or grandchildren, or husband, or person on the street that I stop to tell them about the purpose their Father in Heaven has for them… That he loves them..
He loves you ok.
Do you understand.
Do you really?
Honestly. He loves you no matter if you are sitting in a closet right now reading it, or somehow after just breaking into someone’s house. He loves you. Just get it. Let it into your mind. Let it change you.
My heart is really full writing this. I can´t explain.
I just think I will give you a bit of what I was up to this day. My throat has one of those stuffed up choking feelings in it, like when you swallowed too much water at once, or you are trying not to cry. Probably the second one. I am so glad I am blessed with so much to have happy tears about.
This week, honestly was not perfect. Things fell out, the most carefully planned… could not be executed but I think what makes any week on a mission worth it is the little miracles that happen and all the times you don´t sit down and call it quits.
so let’s take a little stroll down miracle lane eh?
Monday: We went and visited M a sweet, sweet woman who speaks mostly just Spanish and a few words of German. I Sister Calee Gardner attempted to sing for someone in Spanish and sat at a computer with the slowest internet connection in the world to try and book mark LDS.org in Spanish so this woman could see she is not the only woman striving to live the gospel. I think what really did it though was her just expressing in the sweetest most broken German that she really had no idea what we were saying. But she could feel it… and that is exactly how the Holy Ghost works. But I throw in my extremely microscopic vocabulary of Spanish, she throws out her German. The holy Ghost makes it possible for me to understand exactly what she is saying even though I understand close to nothing coming out of her mouth.
Dienstag: V, one of the people in our English class made our miracle for Tuesday.
Everyone was supposed to bring a picture and then explain about it a bit. he brings a picture of many people holding hands, with the word friendship written across the top. He goes into this description about how we are really all brothers and sisters if you think about it and we should love people no matter where they come from and what they do. Then we play story cubes to practice further in my part of the English conversation class, and the story ends up being about all of the English class going to a native American pow wow, which led them to asking questions about the meaning of life within the English class… Which then resulted in one copy of the Book of Mormon leaving my hands after class ended…and entering into the hands of V.
Wedtvolk: This was a miracle for me. We had a visiting return missionary who used to serve in Munich and Graz during her mission come visit. We met her when she came to visit a less active in the third ward at the same time we where there. She ended up riding with us, and gave me a lot of good perspectives about what it is like finishing a mission, and how she still loves it. It comforted me a bit. I think when I come back here I would love to tag along with the sisters again. If I lived here, it would be for that.
Donnersday: No problem, the part member family you have been trying to get in contact with since you came is home when you take the 45 minute bahn ride to get out to them. Just praying they will be there when you ring. Recommit papa to take the lessons… from the sisters. Sounds like a miracle to me.
Frieday: This one gets two. One for our mutig member J who took the courage to give out two copies of the Book of Mormon to her co-workers.. That is after decorating it with stickers and pictures of Jesus.. Whatever gets it done my dear…. Second. Setting two baptsimal dates for our new friends who will be taught by the elders in the international ward. We will find them and get them set up to prepare for baptism… You teach them ok? I am glad I got to be part of that little miracle.
Saturtag: This is the day that look like it would not have any miracles. Canceled appointments, left I-pads, defensive crying less actives…. and to end it a wrong address after a hour and a half travel time… and then we missed the bahn home…. But then came the little tender mercy. Who should appear on the gleis as we waited for our next train home. But the Orbegroso Family! L, and his wife and son! We were so happy to see them, and he had been reading the chapters we assigned him, and they stayed and waited with us and rode the train with us… She hugged us. They make us feel like we are super heros or something. I like that. I need to see these people all in white standing in front of a temple… They deserve it.
Sonday: M came to church for the first time in years! It was raining and the third hour of church is about to come. We head of to walk to her house. We wait at the door of the apartment building. Just when it seems like this master plan will fall out. She comes bustling out of the front door still trying to tie her shoes laces. She came to church. She took the sacrament. And S made it to church, and L with his family.. and one of our investigators who has not been able to meet with us since I got here, and has not come to church in three months. They all came.
So I suppose Sunday just was the icing on the cake.
I have started the Book of Mormon again this week… Studying about patience. Goodness, the first book of Nephi has a lot of that. ….
So when you are feeling impatient remember you might not fully understand until more than 2,000 years later…
“Nevertheless, I have received a commandment of the Lord that I should makes these plates, for the special purpose that there should be an account engraven of the ministry of my people….. Wherefore the lord hath commanded me to make these plates for a wise purpose in him, which purpose I know not.´”
I want to close this email this week with one more scripture..
1 Nephi 9: 6
” But the Lord knoweth all things from the beginning, wherefore, he prepareth a way to accomplish all his works among the children of men, for behold, he hath all power unto the fulfilling of all his words. and thus it is. Amen.”
And Thus it is. Amen.
One short day in the city of Salzburg
One short day oh there’s so much to do.
Cause we’re closing and saying goodbye now.
There’s members to visit.
We will really miss it,
But what can you do?
As our opening song for today proclaims, Salzburg sisters area is closing.
Shocker right? Especially because we have some really great people investigating. I feel like I felt this change happening though. Certain people leave or you lose contact, and then it is time to find more solid people. I just thought I would be staying here for it. But no, that was however the only surprise. Sister Hofmockel will be going to Linz to pink wash. ( Sister Gardner is transferring to Munich)
There now few, if any sister /elder areas in the mission. We need more missionaries. So go on a mission, so that you can come here, or you can fuel somewhere else so that they will not take them from us. Ha ha. But luckily we will be getting 14 or so new missionaries… The transfer after this one… So I will miss out. I wish I could just stay forever.
We spent some wonderful time with members and investigators this week.
Just as much it is my responsibility to bring new brothers and sisters to Christ, it is also part of my call to help the members come closer to Christ and supply opportunities to do missionary work. I get to invite ALL to come closer to Christ. Whether they have never even hear of the waters of baptism, will be baptized in a few days, or those whose covenant keeping started long before my airplane landed in England. … And myself of course. And certainly other missionaries.
We had a great time with the primary /relief society missionary activity. The kids were nervous, but they did a great job, and though there was not a giant crowd, we had lots of happy smiling mama’s and papa’s, a few grandmas and some non member grandkids so j would say it was a success. And then of course our little lady R came to the church for the first time and enjoyed the concert.
Sister hofmockel and I get to play together, and we got the whole audience clapping along. A was supposed to play her guitar with us, but sadly her car broke down, but it was still a lot of fun. Elder Erickson danced right alongside the boys and elder Apel wore a wig while playing his Beethoven piece which made everyone laugh, I got to sing musical theater, and we had a dynamic rendition from A with plenty of charming children’s performances.
As for the dance class, it succeeded in being adorable and no one could fight over colors of scarves because they where all the same. muwahahaha
M texted us after our lesson about the restoration and said that she was excited to read the Book of Mormon and was already feeling that it is true. That is always the thing you would like to hear after explaining the restoration.
We also sang with one of our investigators in a park standing next to a peace for mankind post, a passerby stopped and listened and then she just closed her eyes listening with her hand to her heart. Not in a patriotic way, more like something literally touching her heart.
We also had a big adventure driving home from institute. With A. The construction got the better of us, and a wacky navigation system made a lovely quite unplanned road trip. It is one of those times when you could get all worried, but really there is nothing you can do and you are in process of figuring it out, so you just make it fun and call the slow car in front of you with an unknown listened plate… A
We have been working hard to get things ready for closing, and say goodbye to everyone.
I have to go.
Love Sister Gardner
And no ones gonna bring me down And nobody in all of Aus. No investigator who is or was.... Is ever gonna bring me down. Bring me dooooooowwwwnnnnnnn ahah haaaaaaaaa! Boom. black out. Audience bursts into applause
Well I am looking at the end of week four and the start of number five in this five week transfer. The sand is trickling down but Dorothy still seemed to manage. Anyhow. This week, of Sister Gardner. As a missionary in Salzburg. That place with the musical guys with powdered wigs, historically incorrect singing nuns, loooooootsssss of tourists, unsurprisingly no snails for breakfast, and the fortress on the hill. There are however two well used umbrellas, many people with eyes glued to the football (soccer) game, little girls in tutus, a salt mine, buses, lot of buses, a Very, very German German, original piano musician from France, a proud to be an American who misses his organ shoes, two wise grandparents, and then of course the laughs at stupid puns, and wants to carry your groceries, or change your life, or at least give you a card, Mormon gal. Maybe she is singing. Who knows.
This week, was certainly partly defined by the tausch (exchange) to Wels that I had with sister Gilmour, and the amazing miracles we experienced there. We went walking on the street heading to go see if an investigator in a part member family was home, we stopped and talked with a man named P and had a wonderful conversation, as a nice bonus, he has an elderly mother living in Salzburg and he would love if we would go visit her once a week and make sure she does not feel alone. And then we get invited into the home of a family that we stopped on the street. We sat on their elaborate carpeted floor and drank orange juice while he told their story. He was seemingly insistent that I come with sister Gilmour on Sunday to eat, so I hope it worked out without me.
The next day we go to stop by a few members, and less active in the area of an appointment. We go in, knock on the door, they open the door we explain who we are and we get about a two second stare and then. Slam. Ok... Then we are going down the stairs and we see a mom trying to get her kid out of the stroller and take up all her bags. We carry the things up and put them in her kitchen then she invites us to sit down,we talk for a bit, she says she thinks she knows our church. We are not sure if it was really our church but we have a good discussion, and then show her a video... "I have seen that video before, that is the one my friend showed me." ......Introduce the Book of Mormon, " I have that, I just have not unpacked it yet from moving from Vienna." ..... Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok This lady has a friend in Vienna that had already taken her to church and introduced her to the gospel. Later we get rejected hard core on a random less active stop by, we help with a random woman who happens to live exactly across from the people who rejected us, and then she turns out to have already investigated the church, and wants to come see the church. But wants her whole family to be there so that they can see it together... Glorious Nachos. That is an amazing story. Basically that tausch was filled with miracles. Plus it was nice to talk to people about sister Strihavka, considering it is her old ward.
Um sonst.... Dance classes with hyper little girls and them fighting over the different colored scarves, but sister Gardner keeping her cool. And knowing they are cute enough anyway. A great part member family home evening, he likes it when I sing. A great member coming along to a new convert and investigator lesson. And a heart to heart with our little lady still living with her boyfriend.
Another highlight was being invited to go help at a workshop at the motzartteum it is a university for the performing arts in Salzburg. We got to mingle with students and do some very creative movement, art, sound, and shadow storytelling activities. It was one of those times where so thing you don't usually think would be the stereotypical "door to door" missionary work proves to be a very effective missionary tool. I love when people finally admit that they know a Mormon, and I am just like. Ha. You do know us. And I know you are curious. It was a great service project for a member who called in from Vienna in hopes that we could help. It was so fun.
I found a guy two weeks ago who we invited on the way to fHE, he came, and then came on Saturday for sports, he also happens to be a coach so we got to play with his ten other friends and two members that came, In the pouring rain on a muddy field. It was great. Sunday had a nice chance for lots of translating, a special musical number in sacrament meeting, and a talk about Enos in the primary. Over all, it was a good week. My thoughts this week link in a lot with the idea.... Just, Do it. I am not talking sports here, but there is something to be said about this idea. Sometimes it get used to justify recklessness, but in my case it solidifies and edifices not only missionary work, but also obedience. Even though it is always an interesting experience every time I talk to someone on a bus or the street or train, I have to decide to do it. I have to take that breath before I open my mouth. I have to do it, when I need to stop doing something, when I should go to bed, or plan... Anything. It is this process of human life of learning to have self mastery. To be an object that acts not something letting your environment or others choices effect you. It is deciding daily between good and evil, just ok, and great. It is prep for new things to come and future lessons to be learned. but the thing is, in all this hard work and decisions, and questions. It is so that we become stronger. More like our Father in Heaven. Alma 57:21, 27 I am working on that and I am still not perfect, but I am getting Better, and I also take comfort in knowing that my mission success is based upon my commitment to do the things which the Lord hath commanded... For he provideth a way. And I am the Gardner planting the seeds. I send my love, and an invitation to start doing soothing today that you should. Or stop something you should not, strive to be a bit more exact. I pray for your progress. You pray for my investigators to progress.... Ok.? Ok. :) Love, Sister Gardner
At some point or another you just have to sit on the asphalt and get your hands dirty with bike chain Grease. There is no other way. So you sit as nicely as you can and you put the fickle bike chain back on the gears. For the second time this five minute ride. And this time, every part of the morning that went less than you expected comes out in a desperate sort of prayer that says, “please Father, I need things to go better now.”
Well. They did. And He helped me, He loves me. And that day we saw beautiful miracles.
And that obnoxious bike, went a whole 45 minute bike ride without giving up the chain once. And then we made it to the appointment even though the train did not
come and we had to cross the border with our bikes. And then while grabbing some water we meet a man who says. “Hey, Mormons! ” I am so glad to see you guys.”
Found a guy who got all the lessons long ago, but never got baptized and when he moved did not know where the church was. K definitely has some promise. I mean it is not every time that you talk with a stranger that they tell you how amazing Joseph Smith was and
that they will come to church sometime soon. And then they give you free samples. Nice.
Then, two of our meetings fell out, but God had us covered for that. We went dooring in the area where our lesson would be and we find this little bookshelf on the street filled with free cd’s. Sitting right on the top, “Broadway hits” of course I cannot listen to it now,
but it was a little tender mercy.
Then we had a talk with a man in a park, we came back after our fantastic lesson with R and S. They still had not started the Book of Mormon so we read the first two chapter with them, I loved it. Explaining and expounding, I felt like those missionaries in the Book of Mormon that just lay it down what the scriptures mean. I am gladdened every time I start reading the Book of Mormon. It is a promise of all the stories I hold in my heart. I realized when I was explaining it, as I usually do. THIS BOOK CHANGED MY LIFE, It continues
to do so. For the better.
Anyhow. We found this beautific park to talk to people in, but to our dismay the bench where we had had such a long discussion was not empty. The Book of Mormon we gave to the man was still there. We were a bit sad. But you would not have been able to tell because we started talking to the new man sitting on the bench with a random copy of the
Book of Mormon just chilling there next to his backpack. … So first you don’t succeed, try, try again.
We had a nice breakfast with a lesson at a new convert’s house. Her boyfriend was baptized but never received the Holy Ghost, but that was a few years ago. So now we are preparing him to do it right. He is happy guy. They came to church on Sunday for the first time in probably 8 months!!!
M our lady who lives in the middle of far away committed to a date! We managed to find just the right joint teach, she and her husband drove us the whole hour long way in and where at the lesson, and she and M just clicked, sadly the member sister is leaving to
America for six weeks, so we have got to find someone else. But she will be coming back, just in time for the baptism. Woo! The family also took us to eat lunch in a little, very lovely, very old town. We ate next to a river and it was beautiful.
Our friend K, who had the sad travel story came to sport abend and brought a friend. His friend was amazing at volleyball ball. Elder Erickson would set the ball and he would come flying down with a killer spike. Literally killer, everyone covered their heads and
curled up to protect themselves. Hmm. Was noch?
We taught institute on Tuesday. You have a lot of pressure to make it exciting for the young single adults especially when one of your former MTC teachers is sitting there as part of the class in the ward you are serving. But we jazzed it up with a cool activity at the
beginning and epic video segments. And writing on the board activities. It was elder Saumelsons last week. He is a good example.
We had a long church tour with lovely J and then went with her to the doctor the next day to help translate for an ear ache. We had a lot of time to talk and watch church videos and share scriptures while we waited and then we got lunch together after.
I went to a family called the D’s. They did a great big barbecue for the whole missionary force of Salzburg. They are such a nice family and part way through while doing the game part of family home evening, the mom invited us to take a look at some scarves and blouses she was wanting to give away, they did not fit her, so we each got a new shirt
and scarf and skirt.
The daughter loves musical theater so we were able to talk about it a lot and we did everything outside in their garden. Plus we did a really fun spiritual thought with the family. It was silly too. They had to draw a picture of themselves using their foot to write. Ha ha, so funny. The elders planned it. We related it to how sometimes we feel awkward with our weaknesses, but that the lord makes us strong.
Then we related that to their own personal missionary work, we invited them to make a list of people. Who fit certain categories that we said and then invited them to give them an invitation to the special visitors Sunday coming up In a few weeks.
I was reading in Alma again today, he is talking to his sons. Alma 39-42. I was thinking about this perfect gift of the resurrection.Everyone has this gift. No matter how many little kids snowmen you kicked over, or old ladies you helped to cross the street. Everyone
will live again. But then your choices are what decide how happy you will be with this
un-ending life, this perfected body and the vast landscape of the eternities.
Did you prepare yourself for your ultimate potential, did you take the name of Christ not only upon yourself. Or upon your heart….
That is sort of like a mission. If you are called to serve, whatever kind of mission it is, if you are stocking the shelves of a bishops storehouse, wading through flooded highways in a jungle, helping people find their ancestors, hiking mountains to meet in huts, dodging
big yellow taxis looking for an address, or waking up to the tolling of church bells in a flat in Austria, you are called to serve. It is like a resurrection, a gift for all.
But, then come the second part.
How much do you use that time, have you given your heart as you could have. Have you let yourself be changed, did you choose to come closer to your Heavenly Father, did you follow his guidance and love all you came in contact with? That is the part that relates to this life, and we are living it right now, so think about it,
You will already receive an unbelievable gift in that you will live again.
But . You decided today, yesterday, tomorrow just how glorious
that will be.
All my love,