Yeah, I'll go with the letters thing for referring to people.... but I can't promise I won't use the same letters for different people. bwahahaha! keep you on your toes.
Doo be doo be doo bah....
That reminds me that MN and her kids definitely had Phineas und Ferb on when we came to visit them. It was the episode where Doofenschmirtz wraps things up in nice little boxes. Not that anyone cares....
One exciting thing was On Tuesday night we watched "Joseph Smith and the Golden Plates" with our investigator, A. Oh man. I did not like that movie, and I felt pretty uncomfortable showing it to an investigator. I felt like it put the prophet in a wierd light, and it was pretty cheesy... A didn't seem to have too much of a problem with it though, and it is based on true stuff - I hope he got something good out of it. We ended up stopping the movie when he had questions, and had good conversation - he said he'd felt the good feelings we described as the spirit as he'd read the Book of Mormon, but didn't recognize it as an answer, but that there were good things in the book, not necesarrily making the whole thing true. Then he talked a lot about the infallibility of the Qu'ran. I really enjoy our talks with him, but I don't know that any of us are really making progress.
Then Friday was a super intense day. It was quite the party. In the morning we got up and went Jogging with one Br. N, which was nice. We went at a nice slow pace through the part near our Wohnung, so I was the only one that was dying. It was good to see that my shins are getting better, because though they hurt, it was nowhere near the decapacitating pain I had earlier from walking (or from trying to jog in the MTC). We're planning to keep doing it. Then the Google Maps car drove past us on our bikes - So if anyone happens to be looking at Elmshorn in the streetview by the Badewanne in the future, be sure to look for a couple of missionaries (For those of my loyal readership who happen to know that Badewanne means "bathtub," There is a point in the road referred to as such because it dips down under a bridge and is often filled with water during rainstorms, causing uncautious drivers major inconvenience). Then at the M family's we had lunch - Königsberger Klopse (meatballs), which we had actually made ourselves the night before at their house. Then we did splits so Elder Baake could ride around in the fancy Peugeot sports car they had while they were waiting for the more family oriented one they'd purchased. We took pictures of me sitting in it, but I don't have them at the moment... Later that day we went to C's along with Bruder M to give the Third Lesson. C's the one who's been coming to church for the last month or so thanks to Bruder M's invite. It was a really good lesson, and we set a goal with C for baptism, so that was super exciting. It's been wonderful to see some of his questions be answered, and how he wants to improve his life and the life of his son.
On Saturday, we went up to Kiel to have interviews with the President. It was really good to see Elder Turney, and lots of other crazy missionaries, President gave a great Thema on the limitless nature of the atonement, and it was overall a good experience.
Yesterday we did splits for home teaching with the Ms (yup, same Ms, they're amazing). We talked about General Conference for obvious reasons. One of the Families I went to were the same ones we'd had an eating appointment with earlier in the afternoon, so that was kind of funny. It was a nice experience.
I am super excited for General Conference, as always. I really hope our investigators will take the opportunity to watch it and to listen to what the Prophets are saying today. It's wierd to not be within a few miles of where it's taking place, and therefore have it taking place at different times of day. On Saturday at 6:00, we'll watch the Saturday Morning session live, then on Sunday at 11:00 we'll watch the Priesthood Session, followed by the Saturday afternoon at 2:00, and then we'll watch the Sunday Morning live at 6:00 sunday evening. Then just watch the Sunday Afternoon sometime the next week or something. Not that you care. We're going to Pinneberg for it, which is slightly less convenient than slipping out of bed at 10:00 and turning on the TV, but not bad at all, and totally worth it. Ever since I was little, one of the strongest points of my testimony has been that those men and women who speak in General Conference are called of God and know what they're talking about. The Spririt confirms so strongly what they are saying. I know Thomas S Monson is a prophet of God, and I know that he will not lead us astray. I know that as we strive to follow their council and apply the grace of the atonement, we can repent, grow, improve, and receive solace from all manner of suffering. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Love your guts!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Germany Week 8
This week has been a little bit... meh. Nah, it's actually of been really good. Anyway, I'll just tell you what happened.
On monday evening I was forced to use my Hausschwein skills because a member friend who accompanied us to our eating appointment kept putting it on my plate because he thought it was funny. I thought it was funny too. And yummy. My stomach was the only one not amused. That little stinker.
Tuesday was a bummer because all three of our appointments fell out (One with the lady we taught the plan of salvation too - who I feel like though she accepted and said she was "convinced" by the plan of Salvation still doesn't seem to me to feel that the book of mormon or the church are that important - but we've got another appointment tomorrow) So that was unfortunate, and Elder Baake was starting to feel pretty sick, so we were headed to buy some chalk-full-o'-vitamins juice. On the way we ran into one of our investigators with whom we'd had to cancel our appointment, who's been coming consistently to church (I really need to come up with a better way of referring to people....But I don't really want to make up names, and I don't think I should publish people's names....) And he said whatever he'd had didn't take as long as he'd expected and that he'd see us the next day (which was when we'd moved the appointment to. But then he called us a bit later and asked if we could just do it that day again, which seemed to me a marvelous idea - we ended up even having a joint teach since we'd already had one set up with the other investigator who'd had to cancel. It was fantastic. Afterward he ordered us pizza which leads me to some pretty random side notes: First of all, Germans have this weird habit of putting all sorts of weird crap on their Pizzas. Meat lovers is fine thank you, supreme is weird enough for me. but yeah, they'll pile anything edible onto their pizzas and look at you like you're a madman when you look for a conservative salami Pizza.... :P Some of them are good though. The place we ordered from had a bunch of Pizzas named after places in the US and pretended to have something to do with those places. I could not find a single thing that made sense about the 'Utah.' We ordered the 'San Antonio', Which had what seemed to be nacho cheese instead of tomato sauce - maybe it had both... then with more normal cheese on top, and jalepenos. It was quite good. All this talk about German pizza making eccentricitites puts me in the mood to do this:
A couple things I was surprised by in Germany:
1. People are just as fat here as at home. All the talk I'd heard indicated that all Germans were super healthy, biked/walked everywhere, and they considered the American obese person as some sort of mythical creature. I definitely heard wrong. Though even the fat people bike a lot.
2. Little girls wear Hello Kitty stuff.
3. That the things that surprized me are so random
Okey dokey - I say it's time to adjourn this digression, back to the week....
Wednesday, Elder Baake was super sick, so we never left the apartment. I felt bad for him, but it was actually really nice for me. Apparently some people have a problem with being cooped up, but I had a marvelous time reading Jesus the Christ, doing dishes, napping, eating, trying to cut my own hair and rather quickly giving up (though I'm feeling bold enough to maybe try it again soon), studying, etc.
Thursday he was feeling a bit better, so we went to a couple appointments though we still spent most of the day in the apartment. one of those lessons we had we brought our ward mission leader as a joint teach to, and he talked to her about his conversion, told his life story pretty much, and I think it made a really strong impression on her - I'm excited to keep meeting with them
Friday we were able to drop by a less active members, help some members put up a fence to replace the one we'd helped them tear down, and ate exciting african food at a recent convert's house. That night we went to Glückstadt where we had an unproductive albeit fun time looking for people... We didn't find any people, but we did find a crab, and got some fun pictures -
Saturday we had fußball in the morning with the ward, which was quite the party, I only tripped into like 5 people. Then we got a new magical washingmachine! It's basically super amazing. It has a lit display thingy, it works, you can make it "Dry" stuff - it just like rings it out really well, it works, it's pretty, and it works. Then our two appointments for that day fell out, and we had weekly planning.... And I started to get a sore throat....
Sunday (yesterday) I woke up with a runny nose and clogged throat, but was able to make it sniffling through church just fine, then we went to a member family's for lunch, and then ended up going home and napping for a while on account of my nasal condition, after which we went out to another member family for the evening where we played a game called personality, which would've been fun if I understood German.
And today I pretty much got up, spent my life savings on cold medicine, and came here. I hope I get better - that would be unfortunate if I go through as much as Elder Baake did, I don't want to have to lose all of our appointments this week too.
So yeah, that's the story of my life for right now, I hope you're doing well!
The church is true! I know that Christ can and wants to heal us! We just have to believe him and follow him when he tells us what we need to do in order to receive the cure. Some of the stuff he told lepers and blind people and all sorts of other afflicted people to do probably seemed pretty weird to them, but as they did them with faith, they were healed in the process. The commandments and promptings of the spirit may often seem senseless, too hard, or even too simple to us, but Christ is the master physician and his prescriptions are always the right ones. We just need to take them.
- Elder Cloward
On monday evening I was forced to use my Hausschwein skills because a member friend who accompanied us to our eating appointment kept putting it on my plate because he thought it was funny. I thought it was funny too. And yummy. My stomach was the only one not amused. That little stinker.
Tuesday was a bummer because all three of our appointments fell out (One with the lady we taught the plan of salvation too - who I feel like though she accepted and said she was "convinced" by the plan of Salvation still doesn't seem to me to feel that the book of mormon or the church are that important - but we've got another appointment tomorrow) So that was unfortunate, and Elder Baake was starting to feel pretty sick, so we were headed to buy some chalk-full-o'-vitamins juice. On the way we ran into one of our investigators with whom we'd had to cancel our appointment, who's been coming consistently to church (I really need to come up with a better way of referring to people....But I don't really want to make up names, and I don't think I should publish people's names....) And he said whatever he'd had didn't take as long as he'd expected and that he'd see us the next day (which was when we'd moved the appointment to. But then he called us a bit later and asked if we could just do it that day again, which seemed to me a marvelous idea - we ended up even having a joint teach since we'd already had one set up with the other investigator who'd had to cancel. It was fantastic. Afterward he ordered us pizza which leads me to some pretty random side notes: First of all, Germans have this weird habit of putting all sorts of weird crap on their Pizzas. Meat lovers is fine thank you, supreme is weird enough for me. but yeah, they'll pile anything edible onto their pizzas and look at you like you're a madman when you look for a conservative salami Pizza.... :P Some of them are good though. The place we ordered from had a bunch of Pizzas named after places in the US and pretended to have something to do with those places. I could not find a single thing that made sense about the 'Utah.' We ordered the 'San Antonio', Which had what seemed to be nacho cheese instead of tomato sauce - maybe it had both... then with more normal cheese on top, and jalepenos. It was quite good. All this talk about German pizza making eccentricitites puts me in the mood to do this:
A couple things I was surprised by in Germany:
1. People are just as fat here as at home. All the talk I'd heard indicated that all Germans were super healthy, biked/walked everywhere, and they considered the American obese person as some sort of mythical creature. I definitely heard wrong. Though even the fat people bike a lot.
2. Little girls wear Hello Kitty stuff.
3. That the things that surprized me are so random
Okey dokey - I say it's time to adjourn this digression, back to the week....
Wednesday, Elder Baake was super sick, so we never left the apartment. I felt bad for him, but it was actually really nice for me. Apparently some people have a problem with being cooped up, but I had a marvelous time reading Jesus the Christ, doing dishes, napping, eating, trying to cut my own hair and rather quickly giving up (though I'm feeling bold enough to maybe try it again soon), studying, etc.
Thursday he was feeling a bit better, so we went to a couple appointments though we still spent most of the day in the apartment. one of those lessons we had we brought our ward mission leader as a joint teach to, and he talked to her about his conversion, told his life story pretty much, and I think it made a really strong impression on her - I'm excited to keep meeting with them
Friday we were able to drop by a less active members, help some members put up a fence to replace the one we'd helped them tear down, and ate exciting african food at a recent convert's house. That night we went to Glückstadt where we had an unproductive albeit fun time looking for people... We didn't find any people, but we did find a crab, and got some fun pictures -
Saturday we had fußball in the morning with the ward, which was quite the party, I only tripped into like 5 people. Then we got a new magical washingmachine! It's basically super amazing. It has a lit display thingy, it works, you can make it "Dry" stuff - it just like rings it out really well, it works, it's pretty, and it works. Then our two appointments for that day fell out, and we had weekly planning.... And I started to get a sore throat....
Sunday (yesterday) I woke up with a runny nose and clogged throat, but was able to make it sniffling through church just fine, then we went to a member family's for lunch, and then ended up going home and napping for a while on account of my nasal condition, after which we went out to another member family for the evening where we played a game called personality, which would've been fun if I understood German.
And today I pretty much got up, spent my life savings on cold medicine, and came here. I hope I get better - that would be unfortunate if I go through as much as Elder Baake did, I don't want to have to lose all of our appointments this week too.
So yeah, that's the story of my life for right now, I hope you're doing well!
The church is true! I know that Christ can and wants to heal us! We just have to believe him and follow him when he tells us what we need to do in order to receive the cure. Some of the stuff he told lepers and blind people and all sorts of other afflicted people to do probably seemed pretty weird to them, but as they did them with faith, they were healed in the process. The commandments and promptings of the spirit may often seem senseless, too hard, or even too simple to us, but Christ is the master physician and his prescriptions are always the right ones. We just need to take them.
- Elder Cloward
Monday, September 12, 2011
Germany Week 7
So yeah, my week's been quite the adventure. Last Vorbereitungstag was a bit boring though we just kind of did emails then wandered around... In a book store I was really tempted to get a Grimm Märschenbuch (Fairy Tale Book) not unlike the one we have at home, only this one's in German, but I wasn't sure if it was the original writing (which I would want, and it looked like it, but actually for all I know, it was written in Old German....) blah blah blah... It cost 20€... I'm told we're allowed to read whatever we want in evenings/ in transit as long as it's not getting in the way of Missionary work. I also don't know how good of an idea it is to just be lugging along extra books with me. Uh oh - I get the feeling I'm just blabbering, and potentially losing loyal readership. So, let's move on...
...to Tuesday, when we had three marvelous lessons (interestingly all in English.....) In the first of which we were talking about the Plan of Salvation, and it was really cool to see how it answered our investigator's questions - she had been really bothered by the fact that not everyone gets the chance to hear about or the opportunity to accept Christ while on earth, and was also frustrated by the idea that those who lived great lives, and were great people, but who fail to accept Christ suffer the same fate as those who commit all manner of crimes and abominations. It was marvelous to be able to explain and testify to her that in the Spirit world missionary work will continue, and everyone will receive the opportunity to accept the gospel, as well as that there is not simply a heaven and hell, but three kingdoms of Glory - the Celestial for those to accept and are perfected in Christ, the Terrestrial for those who lived righteous lives but did not apply the cleansing power of the atonement, and the Telestial for those who rejected it entirely and lived wickedly without repenting. I have always appreciated those parts of the plan of Salvation, but seeing how directly that addressed her concerns gave me a fresh look at the Importance of that knowledge.
On Wednesday, our washing maschine gave up the ghost. It had been leaking a little for a while, so we'd been worried about it, but on Wednesday when Elder Baake put in a load, the water refused to go anywhere but the floor {I almost wish it was dramatic as the image the way I said that put in my head - I'm imagining something like an opened fire hydrant beneath our washing maschine [pronounced ma-SHEEN-uh. Much like machine (which I would write as being pronounced ma-SHEEN), only I realized I was leaving in the german s and decided I'm too lazy to go take them out (Even though that would've been about ten times easier than this parenthetical mess.) ] Alas [in fact, rather luckily], this was not the case, it was just a slight leak and completely dry clothes.}. Anyhoodles, we're getting a new wasching maschine on Saturday, but in the mean time that means we've had to do laundry at members houses. Which so far, has been quite the adventure....
The Chronicles of Laundry: Book One: Redemption of the Soiled Whites
Once upon a time when Elder Baake and I's wasching machine was receiving the lessons we'd neglected to give it in the spirit world, all of our white clothes were pretty much dirty. Our noble metallic steeds bore us to the home of a gallant member couple who had graciously accepted the task of cleaning said articles of clothing. All seemed well.
BUT THIS NIGHT WAS NOT AN ORDINARY NIGHT!!! just kidding, it was actually quite ordinary. I just felt I needed a surge in suspense to be followed by some self contained light hearted literary commentary in order to release some of the tension produced by the cosmic forces weighed in the balance of this story.
As Saturday waned, and Sunday Marched uninterrupted forth, Elder Baake became painfully aware of his lack of all apparel resembling snow, Caucasians, or crack cocaine in hue (For those readers who don't enjoy irrelevant drug references, powdered sugar is a perfectly acceptable alternative - the same is the case if my ignorance is showing through, and crack cocaine is not, in fact, typically white). We called the members who had so gracefully taken the mantel of Stewardship over our clothes, but to no avail. Contact could not be made. Our vehicular stallions once again sped us through the night to the Manor wherein our Whites were kept. We knew that while the members with whom we'd left our laundry were away from home, a younger member who lived in their house was home. Thrice we rang the doorbell, thrice our hopes soared high, and thrice our hopes were shattered like a clay pigeon thrown in the path of a mountainman whose shotgun feels more at home in his hand than a turtle does in its shell. (Don't you just love ridiculous metaphoric (hmm hem - Similic) chains?) Calling this young fellow only added to the pile of bright orange metaphorical shrapnel.
It was a bleak time. As our hope lay in tiny shards scattered about the canyon floor, we nearly rode back without so much as a clean shirt, we very hesitantly excecuted a bold approach.
This particular point in the story has a healthy helping of background information as a prerequisite. This young man was snuggling on the couch watching a movie with a lady associate of his. He was also sick and a bit tired. We had also already bothered him and his female friend about something else at her house just an hour or two before. I had all of this in mind as we sheepishly/brazenly approached the one window with light in the house through which they could be seen. As he beheld us through the window, his face was transformed into one of terror, one of frustration, one of incredulity, one which conveyed the distinct sense of, "Why in name of the Cabbagepatch kids are you staring at us through the window?!!?" He then calmed down, opened the window and engaged us in cordial, if slightly perplexed conversation. He was surprised that we had rung both the doorbell and his cellular device without his hearing it, but he understood our plight, and gladly assisted us in our quest, guiding us to the dungeon where our clothes, whose exceeding whiteness was above the whiteness of any of the above mentioned white things, where hanging. We quickly hoisted that which we immediately required into our bags and once again mounted our beasts of locomotion and vanished into the night. The next night we got the rest of our clothes, which we wore happily ever after.
Wow, I really need to get going. I'm terribly sorry that I spent the whole time talking about my laundry, but I must say I enjoyed it.
I love you, I know this church is true. I know that Heavenly father has a plan for us, and that as we grow to understand that plan we gain perspective, which helps us to make decisions - and to want to make decisions - that will lead us to become better people and to return back to him. I know that that perspective, that opportunity, is something he wants every one of his children to have, and that I have here the opportunity to share that with a few of them.
- Elder Jacob Cloward
...to Tuesday, when we had three marvelous lessons (interestingly all in English.....) In the first of which we were talking about the Plan of Salvation, and it was really cool to see how it answered our investigator's questions - she had been really bothered by the fact that not everyone gets the chance to hear about or the opportunity to accept Christ while on earth, and was also frustrated by the idea that those who lived great lives, and were great people, but who fail to accept Christ suffer the same fate as those who commit all manner of crimes and abominations. It was marvelous to be able to explain and testify to her that in the Spirit world missionary work will continue, and everyone will receive the opportunity to accept the gospel, as well as that there is not simply a heaven and hell, but three kingdoms of Glory - the Celestial for those to accept and are perfected in Christ, the Terrestrial for those who lived righteous lives but did not apply the cleansing power of the atonement, and the Telestial for those who rejected it entirely and lived wickedly without repenting. I have always appreciated those parts of the plan of Salvation, but seeing how directly that addressed her concerns gave me a fresh look at the Importance of that knowledge.
On Wednesday, our washing maschine gave up the ghost. It had been leaking a little for a while, so we'd been worried about it, but on Wednesday when Elder Baake put in a load, the water refused to go anywhere but the floor {I almost wish it was dramatic as the image the way I said that put in my head - I'm imagining something like an opened fire hydrant beneath our washing maschine [pronounced ma-SHEEN-uh. Much like machine (which I would write as being pronounced ma-SHEEN), only I realized I was leaving in the german s and decided I'm too lazy to go take them out (Even though that would've been about ten times easier than this parenthetical mess.) ] Alas [in fact, rather luckily], this was not the case, it was just a slight leak and completely dry clothes.}. Anyhoodles, we're getting a new wasching maschine on Saturday, but in the mean time that means we've had to do laundry at members houses. Which so far, has been quite the adventure....
The Chronicles of Laundry: Book One: Redemption of the Soiled Whites
Once upon a time when Elder Baake and I's wasching machine was receiving the lessons we'd neglected to give it in the spirit world, all of our white clothes were pretty much dirty. Our noble metallic steeds bore us to the home of a gallant member couple who had graciously accepted the task of cleaning said articles of clothing. All seemed well.
BUT THIS NIGHT WAS NOT AN ORDINARY NIGHT!!! just kidding, it was actually quite ordinary. I just felt I needed a surge in suspense to be followed by some self contained light hearted literary commentary in order to release some of the tension produced by the cosmic forces weighed in the balance of this story.
As Saturday waned, and Sunday Marched uninterrupted forth, Elder Baake became painfully aware of his lack of all apparel resembling snow, Caucasians, or crack cocaine in hue (For those readers who don't enjoy irrelevant drug references, powdered sugar is a perfectly acceptable alternative - the same is the case if my ignorance is showing through, and crack cocaine is not, in fact, typically white). We called the members who had so gracefully taken the mantel of Stewardship over our clothes, but to no avail. Contact could not be made. Our vehicular stallions once again sped us through the night to the Manor wherein our Whites were kept. We knew that while the members with whom we'd left our laundry were away from home, a younger member who lived in their house was home. Thrice we rang the doorbell, thrice our hopes soared high, and thrice our hopes were shattered like a clay pigeon thrown in the path of a mountainman whose shotgun feels more at home in his hand than a turtle does in its shell. (Don't you just love ridiculous metaphoric (hmm hem - Similic) chains?) Calling this young fellow only added to the pile of bright orange metaphorical shrapnel.
It was a bleak time. As our hope lay in tiny shards scattered about the canyon floor, we nearly rode back without so much as a clean shirt, we very hesitantly excecuted a bold approach.
This particular point in the story has a healthy helping of background information as a prerequisite. This young man was snuggling on the couch watching a movie with a lady associate of his. He was also sick and a bit tired. We had also already bothered him and his female friend about something else at her house just an hour or two before. I had all of this in mind as we sheepishly/brazenly approached the one window with light in the house through which they could be seen. As he beheld us through the window, his face was transformed into one of terror, one of frustration, one of incredulity, one which conveyed the distinct sense of, "Why in name of the Cabbagepatch kids are you staring at us through the window?!!?" He then calmed down, opened the window and engaged us in cordial, if slightly perplexed conversation. He was surprised that we had rung both the doorbell and his cellular device without his hearing it, but he understood our plight, and gladly assisted us in our quest, guiding us to the dungeon where our clothes, whose exceeding whiteness was above the whiteness of any of the above mentioned white things, where hanging. We quickly hoisted that which we immediately required into our bags and once again mounted our beasts of locomotion and vanished into the night. The next night we got the rest of our clothes, which we wore happily ever after.
Wow, I really need to get going. I'm terribly sorry that I spent the whole time talking about my laundry, but I must say I enjoyed it.
I love you, I know this church is true. I know that Heavenly father has a plan for us, and that as we grow to understand that plan we gain perspective, which helps us to make decisions - and to want to make decisions - that will lead us to become better people and to return back to him. I know that that perspective, that opportunity, is something he wants every one of his children to have, and that I have here the opportunity to share that with a few of them.
- Elder Jacob Cloward
Monday, September 5, 2011
Germany Week 6
Let's see... what did I do this week... Last Monday we played Risiko with the glückstadt Elders, and I totally dominated. (Actually, it was really close, but I wiped everyone out in the end)
On Tuesday, Elder Popp was with us because his companions were in transit - We didn't get much done - apparently it's hard to talk to people when your in a dritt - maybe it's made worse because we think it's harder.... we weren't all that productive. -But we did go to a member's house for lunch, who told Elder Popp and I that we're "fat, but not that fat" - which I thought was funny - but she totally didn't mean to be rude (In fact, she'd said something about nachtisch making you fat, and was clarifing that she wasn't trying to insult us)
We've had some really good lessons this week. We met with the guy we met in the Döner Laden a couple times this week, which was really cool - He's so interested - the way he said it, religion is his Hobby - but he said he would go home an pray about the Book of Mormon, he said our closing prayer, and I really think he's felt the spirit. I really hope he'll recognize that. He's a really cool guy.
We've had another guy coming to Church the last couple weeks, whose brother in law is a member here. He's also super cool, and seems to feel good and be interested.
And those are a couple of the people we're working with... Anyway, things are going pretty well here.
And now for some random pictures...
1.Despite its potentially ominous appearance, the prominent building pictured holds an integral position in the Peter Kölln factory compound, whose Müsli production releases the highly sought after scent of cookies to waft through the city air; this act of supreme benevolence contributes enormously to the appeal of Elmshorn.
2. Sister Kitterman and I at Zone Conference
3. Elders Fullmer, Turney, and I
4. Papi Preaching
5.Elders Popp, Baake, and Weitzel in Hamburg (Going further into the Distance)
6. Crappy facebook style picture of me at the Hamburg Rathaus
7. Nikolai (I think) & random building next to it....
Mmmmk - love you! I know this church is true, and I'm excited to be a working part of it.
- Elder Cloward
On Tuesday, Elder Popp was with us because his companions were in transit - We didn't get much done - apparently it's hard to talk to people when your in a dritt - maybe it's made worse because we think it's harder.... we weren't all that productive. -But we did go to a member's house for lunch, who told Elder Popp and I that we're "fat, but not that fat" - which I thought was funny - but she totally didn't mean to be rude (In fact, she'd said something about nachtisch making you fat, and was clarifing that she wasn't trying to insult us)
We've had some really good lessons this week. We met with the guy we met in the Döner Laden a couple times this week, which was really cool - He's so interested - the way he said it, religion is his Hobby - but he said he would go home an pray about the Book of Mormon, he said our closing prayer, and I really think he's felt the spirit. I really hope he'll recognize that. He's a really cool guy.
We've had another guy coming to Church the last couple weeks, whose brother in law is a member here. He's also super cool, and seems to feel good and be interested.
And those are a couple of the people we're working with... Anyway, things are going pretty well here.
And now for some random pictures...
1.Despite its potentially ominous appearance, the prominent building pictured holds an integral position in the Peter Kölln factory compound, whose Müsli production releases the highly sought after scent of cookies to waft through the city air; this act of supreme benevolence contributes enormously to the appeal of Elmshorn.
2. Sister Kitterman and I at Zone Conference
3. Elders Fullmer, Turney, and I
4. Papi Preaching
5.Elders Popp, Baake, and Weitzel in Hamburg (Going further into the Distance)
6. Crappy facebook style picture of me at the Hamburg Rathaus
7. Nikolai (I think) & random building next to it....
Mmmmk - love you! I know this church is true, and I'm excited to be a working part of it.
- Elder Cloward
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