Hey everybody! It's me again. I first want to start off by saying
that I went to a bakery this week and ate a Semla. It was SOOO good!! It was by
far my favorite part of the week. I will probably go and get another one this
week. In fact, I will go get another one this week. And I will think of you,
Mom! :)
So how is Trollhättan doing? That is a very good question. This week was a
rather difficult week. We did not get the results that I was expecting from our
Investigators. In fact, we had one investigator (Ramiza) cancel on us twice.
That was a little bit frustrating. Especially since she is our most positive
investigator. The first time she called us and said her mother was sick and
didn't think she could have us over. So, we made another appointment on
Saturday. On Saturday we went to her place and she wasn't home. The ward member
who referred us to this woman was with us. This ward member is, well, different.
She opened up the "Reklam" (I don't know the word in english...) slot and
started shouting inside the apartment "ÄR NI HEMMA!?" It was one of the weirdest
things I have seen. Well, we get a call from Ramiza later that night and she
explained how one of her neighbors saw that woman that was with us shouting in
the reklam slot. It scared her, obviously. Nothing bad happened just that the
woman was really mad. Now we can't bring that member to our lessons anymore. So,
that was one experience that was "off."
All in all, we ended up having only like 5 lessons this week. It was one of
the most awful "numbers" week I have had in my mission so far. People just kept
cancelling on us and nothing seemed to be going our way this week. And I was
thinking about this the other night. Why were were so blessed last week to have
such a fantastic week and then this week just extremely awful? I really know,
but I think the answer is this. That the Lord just wants to see how we handle
different situations. For example, patience. Both areas I have been in have
required extreme patience. Maybe, the Lord is teaching me patience so that he
can trust me with one of his children who requires a lot of patience. The Lord
works in mysterious ways; ways that drive me nuts sometimes. But these
experiences are for our good and will only make us better.
On the bright side of this week, we did get one new investigator. The
sisters ran into him a few weeks ago and referred him to us. He owns a pizzeria
in Drottingtorget (which this week I learned that "Drotting" means "Queen" so
the translation of Drottingtorget is "The Queen Square"... kinda cool I
thought.) So, when we visit Roger we go to his Pizzeria and talk to him while he
works. If we go there in the evening nobody is there so we just sit down with
him and talk. Its kinda fun. He gave us free Kebab Rulles the other day. So, it
has its perks :) haha.
In order to make this email entertaining, I have to tell you two stories
that happened this week. Both of which are incredibly funny. Well, they were for
me anyway. One afternoon we come home to make some food for lunch. My companion
decided to take the rest of the potato soup. We had no other left overs so I had
to figure out what I was going to make. We had chicken, rice, carrots, frozen
bags of veggies, Red Thai Chili sauce and such. Perfect. Grill the chicken in
with the veggies while the rice is cooking. Then mix it all together and pour
the chili sauce on it. That would be good. Well, I was doing great! I was
chopping up the chicken, the veggies were starting to grill, the rice was
cooking. All was going good. While it was all cooking I got out a piece of bread
to butter and put cheese on to eat with my meal. Finally, the chicken and
veggies were done. Then I realized that I hadn't touched the rice in a long
time. I opened the lid and it was burned . Every last bit. It was all black. I
ran over to the sink with it and poured cold water into the pot. Bad idea. There
was so much smoke. So much that the fire alarm went off....while my companion
was sleeping. HAHAHA. At first, I thought it turned on the fire alarm for all
the apartments next to ours too. But then I realized it was just ours. The
bottom of the pot is no longer pretty and shinny looking. It is black with
little imprints of where some rice got fried to the bottom of the pot. It is a
piece of art. I could hang that up in a museum and get a bunch of money probably
haha. But yeah, that was kind of freaky.
The other funny story. Well, you kinda had to have been there for it to be
funny. We decided one afternoon that we were going to go do some less-active
swing bys in an area about 15 minutes away. When we got there, we were able to
get into contact with all of them. Which was great. But one house we came to
was... well... interesting. We knocked on the door and this guys daughter
answers the door. We asked if her dad was home. She called him down. Now this
guy comes to the door wearing no pants with a huge grin on his face. And he's
eating a carrot. I think he was trying to get us to laugh because after he
declined our offer to meet with him, he just stood there. We're walking away and
he's munching on his carrot with the cheesiest grin. When he finally closed the
door I just busted up laughing. The total number of people who answered the door
with no pants on this week: 9. Why, Sweden? Why?
Well, I think that about does it for this week. Have a good week
everybody!
Äldste Christian Tanner
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