Mission stories

Last week, we were at a member´s house for lunch. After the meal, I shared a recently-found scripture that I like. The mom started crying. She told us that the scripture really was good for her, and that it gave her hope after she had recently heard some really bad news. Wow! I didn´t feel particularly inspired to share that scripture, I just... shared it, and it turned out to be just the right scripture. I´ve found that God often works that way in the mission field. We don´t always feel prompted to do something, but when we prayerfully make a plan and then go to work, things just work out. 

We (very often) happen to run into people that are special -- previous investigators that are now ready for the missionaries to come back and visit again, members who give us a bit of information that leads to a new investigator, etc. I love it. 

Remember a few weeks ago, I wrote about the nurse lady who found us in the street? Well, her family and her employers are great people! We went to our appointment with them a few weeks ago. The first thing we saw when we walked into their house was a big family tree on the wall and a thousand pictures of their family.

Yesterday Elder Berglund and I clapped into a man. [Instead of knocking on doors, as we do in the United States, visitors clap outside the gate or house.] He´s very Catholic, but, as he told us, he´s ´very open to other religions...´ even to the point that he would listen to the Mormons!
Us: ´Oh, yes?´
Him: ´Yep! I´ve got a couple of friends who are Mormons. They gave me a copy of their Bible.´
Us: ´I think we might know your friends.´
We did. He´s good friends with two old members of the ward. Turns out he´s been reading the Book of Mormon for a while. Hee, hee. I love it!