Ooo," says Elder Mower.
Tis the season to be trunky. Oops, was that out loud?
I can't really remember what happened this week. Besides the huge amount of Christmas cheer floating all about, this was a pretty average week I suppose. Our numbers were pretty high, not meaning to boast. Of course, numbers aren't even close to everything.
Family Stroobonts are simply awesome. They're getting wet (baptized) for sure. The ward loves them. Carla Stroobonts is one dang good cook and always feeds us delicious food. This week, she kept busy trying to replicate delicious (evidently North American) banana bread. Mmm.
They have some new system for this email, and it's kind of tripping me out.
Anyway, we swung by their house and to our surprise--though they had told us earlier--there were six whole children running about. Broeder Stroobont's children from his previous marriage were there visiting.
Thank goodness we planned a fun lesson and were able to keep all the children for the most part entertained. We folded origami and when I whipped out that little dragon I can make, er'body was blown away. T'was fun.
We went over to William's as well and tried to have a fun lesson for the children, but it turned out the lesson just going too long. A bit unfortunate, but he's doing awesome. I asked how much of the Book of Mormon he had read and he snatched mine up to see. After shuffling around, he opened to the page. "Here," said he, "I am here. Yes, I know it's not far. I must read more." I looked: 1 Nephi 22. Dang. That's more than people have read their entire investigation process. William is already growing a testimony. He feels it and knows it's good. Unfortunately, they didn't come to the Christmas service. We have yet to find out why.
Also, we were chilling on a bus and I spotted this guy way at the back. There was something about him and I wanted to talk to him, but...he was way at the back. As we were riding, however, he came up to us and said, "Elders. I am...Melchizedek." The Melchizedek? Turns out he's a member from Mongolia. He came here about two months ago, and had looked for the Church but hadn't been able to find it. Until he met us. He came to the Christmas party. Thankfully he speaks Russian as well as Mongolian and we've got about 9 Russian-speaking members (including children). The guy only speaks a handful of English and even less Dutch. I wish I could tell you his name but...it's really forgetful and Mongolian. His conversion story is pretty cool too. When he was younger, he was getting into drinking and stuff. One day, his father, who was a member, came by with the missionaries and inviting him to church. From that point on, he went to church and changed his life for the better. He says he's going to come to church every week too. Neat.
I can't really think of much else to say. It's good to hear about Family Storm. I still pray for them. Thanks for the presents too! Mmm, salted goods and hot chocolate. Yesterday evening, Elder Mower slipped into bed and while he was lying there, Santa came by and filled up our stockings. We got oranges and chocolate milk packages and a plethora of things that were already in the apartment. We opened them up this morning. At least Elder Mower got a pair of Canadian socks. Gee, where did Santa get those?
Anydoodle, see you tomorrow!
Tot volgende keer,