It. Is. Snowing.
FINALLY.
I
am quite excited by this. And though I imagine I will be dreaming of
anything BUT snow within the next few months, for now, I love it. So...
I'm totally cool with the change of weather. Snow is my friend. Some of
you may or may not know this, but my family has compared me to Olaf from
Frozen. I happen to agree with the comparison... for once. :P
Hmmm.
Something funny that happened this week... let me think... oh yeah!
Probably that one time I ran over my companion's foot with the car.
So.
Let me explain. We were trying to find our GPS which had mysteriously
disappeared somewhere in the backseat area. (Yes Mom... we keep it very
clean... sort of... okay not really. Sorry :P) I was sitting in the
driver's seat, and Elder Gutierrez was standing in the open back door,
leaning into the car and looking under the seats for the GPS. I was
reading through some paper or progress record or something we were
working on, and I heard him say, "Hey. Pull forward a little bit." And,
as any other driver would do, I placed the car in drive and pulled
forward a little bit.
Onto his foot.
Elder Gutierrez started YELLING, "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF BACKUPBACKUPBACKUPBACKUP."
How
was I supposed to know he meant to pull my SEAT forward? I was just
doing what I was asked! Being obedient and stuff! I suppose he didn't
see it that way. :P Don't worry, nothing's broken or anything. He was
just a little uncomfortable for the next hour or so. So... all's well
that ends well, right? :)
Something has really
impressed me this week as we've gone about trying to find new
investigators to teach. We have a list of people who have received the
missionaries in the past, but stopped for one reason or another, and
when we don't have any lessons or meetings or anything, we go and visit
those people to ask if they'd like to hear more. I've discovered there
are basically three types of people here.
1.
Those who hate us. They aren't as common... but they do exist, and they
are very, very rude. We've been insulted, cussed at, flipped off, and a
million other very un-Christlike things have been done to us. It can get
discouraging when we meet people like that.
2.
Those who are indifferent. They are the most common. They're usually
slightly rude as well. They usually interrupt us before we can say
anything more than, "We're the missionaries of the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter-Day Saints," say, "I'm not interested, thank you," and
shut the door before we can say another word.
3.
Those who are kind. They are rare, but they are miracles. And that is
whether or not they're interested in the gospel we share. These people
invite us in, offer us water or something, talk to us for a while, ask
us how we are, where we come from, how we're liking Quebec. I want to
emphasize that many of these people aren't even interested in our
message; and yet they are kind and considerate and truly Christian.
Do
we do the same? Regardless of what religion we are a part of... do we
recognize that we are all children of our Heavenly Father? We don't have
to be interested in everything that every missionary (or even
salesperson!) has to offer who comes to our door... but is there any
rule that says we can't invite them in for a few minutes to have a glass
of lemonade or a mug of hot chocolate?
I hope
we can all recognize that it is our responsibility to be kind to those
around us who are loved just as deeply, and were atoned for just as
fully, by our Elder Brother and Savior, Jesus the Christ.
I
love my Heavenly Father. I love His Son, Jesus Christ. I love being a
missionary, and I know that the message I am sharing here, thousands of
miles from home and family, is the truth. I wouldn't be here if it
wasn't.
En avant! And Merry Christmas!
Elder Bryan McOmber
I hung up my Christmas lights! YAYYY FOR CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!
That would be me and Elder Gutierrez in the car. We had come to a full
and complete stop when I took this picture. Right Elder? Right. Cool.
LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW
This is our chapel. I love it dearly. :)
I just love the snow. It is the best.
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