Staying in this area for the next transfer with the same
companion.
This week we were doing some lost sheep finding. That’s when the ward has some people on the
ward list that they want to find out if they are still live there or not. So we as missionaries just go out and knock
on the door. Then knock 10 doors on each
side if they don’t answer to see if anyone knows where they may have moved, or
if they still live there. Well we were
down in the bottom of our area. It took
forever to get there, we had to go on so many back roads. The back roads here are all paved, just the
more back country you get, the narrower the roads. Sometimes about one car width- but it’s a 2
way road. So you have to just go along
and if you meet another car coming the other way, then, if hopefully you don’t
crash; the closest one to a turn out (which is a 10 foot pull thing) lets the
other car pass. The roads are really windy as well. We finally got to the area and knocked the
door. No one home, so we knocked both sides, and it was confirmed that she did
live there, so we left a card saying- Hello, her name- it’s the missionaries and
we are just coming around to see how you are doing. We went on our way to the next one. Which was even further out in the
country. This time no one home and no
neighbors to knock doors.
As we headed back to town, we drove through a real farmer’s
shop and shop yard. They had the stuff
all hooked up for spring. A 8330 R
hooked up to an air seed grain planter.
Fun to see the farms and all of it again.
Later that night we got a phone call from a lady, she wanted
to know how we got her information. She
wouldn’t tell us which lady she was, so we couldn’t really answer her question,
as we had more than one that day we were looking for. We
tried to explain that if she would tell us who she was, we could answer her
question. She just said to not contact
her again, to which we explained that if she didn’t tell us who she was, we
wouldn’t know who not to contact. She
just said to not contact her or she would call the police. To which I tried to explain again we needed
to know who she was in order to do that. She yelled something I didn’t understand
and she hung up. The next day as we were
on the train going to the District Meeting, we got a call from the police. She
decided to get them involved. They asked how we got her information. We said we were missionaries with the church
and we have all of the membership details.
But if you would tell us who she is, we can tell you exactly where we
got it from. Ended up she was a member,
but didn’t remember ever having been one and so asked not to be contacted
again.
Yesterday when no one would listen to us- I was ready to
just get on a barrel and cry repentance to the whole city. But having our record in the police once that
week already- I figured I didn’t need it for a second time….
The weather is wet and cold, but the last few days it’s had
been super sunny. Thinking spring is
already here. Here’s a shot of the moon
from last night.
Here’s a link to a great talk from Richard G Scott April
2012
Love, Elder Stevenson
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