Last
week my companion and had splits with the district leader and his
companion. So I went to Drummondville to split with Elder Losee again
and I worked over there on Halloween. It was very interesting. We
contacted a media referral from the visitors center and we called them
up. The zone leaders advised us to tell them we were friends of "K***L".
So we called her up and she answered. (Elder Losee is a transfer
younger than me but still got scared of the french and handed me the
phone). I then started to talk to her and I told her: "Hey, we were sent
here by "K***L" and we wanted to know if we could visit you, we are
right outside of were you live actually" and she then started to curse
and told me to tell "K***L" stuff... blah blah blah sfsdkhfkdshjfh ....
SHE WAS NOT HAPPY.
In
a nutshell... the person that sent us to her house happened to be this
'sexual predator' who keeps harassing her handicap (blind) daughter over
the internet.
... I KNOW. SCARRRRY.
I
ended up figuring out who she was, what her experience has been with
missionaries, what she liked, her family, so on and so forth. And she
happened to be this old lady who was told by her doctor she doesn't have
very much time to live.
I felt prompted to ask if she spoke English.
she did.
I than spoke to her in English and told her after being denied several times before to visit her: "My'am,
we are the missionaries of Jesus Christ, and we would like to meet you
and shake your hand and tell you how grateful we are for people like you
in this world"
She really appreciated that and let us visit her.
We
spoke with her and her daughter for 20 minutes and talked about the
plan of salvation. She will now be receiving missionary lessons.
I can't imagine what would've happened if I would have quit
at the sudden awkwardness that came from those first instances on the
phone. Wow.
Anyways, the past 3 days have been unbelievable.
We keep ending up in the right
places at the right time. I would go into detail but it would probably
take more time than I am permitted.
In a nutshell... the Holy Spirit is real and it can guide you.
My companion and I felt prompted to bear our
testimonies in sacrament meeting. I've never felt prompted to do so
before on my mission. It was so strong and profound I could not resist
(although we are counselled not to go up...) .. We went up.
As I stood up, the chapel got really quiet. it felt as though even
the crying babies had been silenced. I opened my mouth and I felt like a
French Puppeteer was taking control of me. Somehow I was speaking so
fluently. That afterwards the members came up to me and told me how they
admired the testimony I bared. I felt a reassurance that whatever I had
said was true and that the families in Victoriaville needed to hear
that. It was a nice feeling.
hmm... we also had a very powerful lesson with a
former investigator who came back to church. It so happens, we committed
her to baptism and she knows the church is true. If the Lord allows. We
will have another 2 victoriaville baptisms. It was an intense lesson
filled with tears and spirit. and SPANISH. She only speaks Spanish.
Well, I had Colombian Tamales and they are my new favorite ever.
Oh and just before my comp and I got to the computers, we thought we would go "thrift store shopping"!! YAYYY!
We went up to the thrift store where the door was
locked but the sign said: "ring to open"... we rang and a lady came to
the see through glass door and waved her head in disapproval. She wasn't
going to let us shop at her thrift store. So I pulled out my wallet and
waved money at her. She then opened the door and asked: "what do you
want?" ... I said: "this is a store isn't it?" she answered: "Theres
nothing for you here" (I could clearly see things that men would buy
there) ... I answered: "We just want to look and maybe buy something"
She said: "Your jehova witness" I said: "No, not at all" She answered:
"sure, bye" and closed her business doors on us.
The world is rapidly changing friends and family. It
is getting further and further from the Lord. Stay strong, keep your
faith. God lives, Jesus lives.
Until next week,
Elder Castrejon
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