Oh man this week has been so good. So busy but so full of happiness. First off, P-day got switched from Monday to Tuesday
because of VICTORIA DAAAAAAAY (which is basically the equivalent of
Memorial Day in the states). It was so fun, we got to do a service
project in the city of Montreal with a ton of different faiths, where we
cleaned up the streets and planted flowers. We even got a free shirt
out of it so double yay.
a few weeks ago when we did service project outside with some members.
We didn't bring any jackets, but when evening came it got super cold, so
the member let us borrow some winter accessories. We were also eating
dinner outside, so double buckets of joy.
This week we had a
super cool experience with a couple from Iran. They were baptized in the
church a few years ago but haven't really been to church since. The
husband is Reza, and his wife Yalda. And we've been meeting with them
for awhile, and they said they had a copy of the Book of Mormon in Farsi
(which is the same thing as Persian) but that it was only a selection
of a few chapters that was translated. Rewind to a month ago, after
having first met them, we went to the mission office and found a Book of
Mormon in Farsi, but it looked really big, so we thought it might be
the entire book translated. Now press play and you'll find us (after
several times of stopping by and trying to get a hold of them) FINALLY
seeing them and giving them this Book of Mormon we found in Farsi. We
told them we thought it was complete and Reza was so surprised, that he
check 4 times to make sure it was the whole thing. He counted the
chapters out loud, making sure he had each one, from each book. He asked
us how many chapters were in Nephi, and Alma, and Mosiah, etc. and made
sure that that was how many they in the Farsi translation. And after he
was sure it was complete, he went silent and started reading. We
continued to talk to his wife about it, but for the rest of the time we
were there he sitting there, wide-eyed, reading this book with all the
fervor of his heart. AHHHHH it was so cool. To see someone holding in
their hands that sacred book, in their OWN language, was one of the most
special things I've ever seen. It was amazing to know that the gospel
is being taught to every "nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people.”
(Rev. 14:6.)
We also had another lesson with
our perfect investigator, Gabriel. He is the answer to so many of our
prayers. We were able to have a beautiful lesson on the Plan of
Salvation, and after it was over, he asked us what the church thought
about men having piercings, he having both ears pierced, but felt it was
justified because they were crosses. We began explaining, but he had to
leave, so all we were able to tell him was that it was discouraged. We
then went back and saw him a few days later, wanting to explain more of
the answer to his question, and before we even started talking he lifted
up his curly hair and showed us that the piercings were gone. He said
that he had woken up the next morning, after we had the lesson with him,
and just felt no need to put on his earrings. He said that if couldn't
wear them to church on Sunday
than what was the point. It was beautiful and amazing to see a person
acting as their own personal agent, deciding to do things that God and
his prophets have asked us to do. He is such a special person, and both
Sister Hoffmann and I feel that it's such an honor to teach him the
message of the restored gospel.
Man, Quebec is such a special place. A place that will have my heart forever. I love being a missionary.
Hope you all have a safe and wonderful week,
Outside the basilica notre dame in Old Montreal, where we went a few
P-days ago.
It was still super cold and windy, i.e. why I'm wearing the
scarf and jacket.
Stupid Canadian weather.
D'ou stat daram (which is I love you in Farsi)
Sister Thomas
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