Sister Kuhn and I have finally gotten back into a rhythm after sickness and adjustments took over… although I seem to be coming down with a cold now. Good thing colds don’t slow you down too much! When I think back about this week, all Sister Kuhn and I seem to do is laugh … mostly at ourselves. We were out one night, and we were coming back to the flat a little bit early. Sister Kuhn needed to use the bathroom. It was about 8:55. I made her go back outside with me to use our time up to the very last minute. They say that some of the biggest miracles happen within the last minutes of the day. In this case, it was more of a laugh. Since we were near our house, we were in a residential area, and there weren’t many people out on the street. As we came out of our door, we saw someone walk by a couple streets down. Sister Kuhn yells “Get him!” and starts sprinting down the street, and so I follow suit and try to keep up with her while I’m almost out of breath laughing. Luckily the person was far enough away not to realize we were in pursuit. So we finally get relatively near to the person, so we slow down and try to get our breath back. We catch up to the person just as they are crossing the street, so Sister Kuhn yells “Hiya!” and they turn around and stop. Turns out the “him” was a her named Ruth who teaches P.E. in a nearby school. We had a great conversation. Sometimes the Lord needs us to act on his instructions, sometimes for those around us, but sometimes maybe just for ourselves. We returned to our flat, satisfied that we had worked to the very last minute.
Another day, we had just gotten out of a meeting, and were going to grab some quick lunch before heading to another appointment to see Susan. We grabbed a random assortment of stuff at the local Co-op and then sat on the grass in the middle of a roundabout in the neighborhood. There were kids out and about all over the place because of Easter break. It was a sunny day, so we took advantage and soaked up some Vitamin-D. Midway through our lunch a two kids walk by, and one of them happened to be Susan’s granddaughter, who we had met the previous week. She recognized us, and came over and chatted with us. We were talking to her and her friend for a while, and then pretty soon, one-by-one other kids started to join us. Pretty soon there were about six kids around us, and they all sat down in a circle around us. I chalk it up to boredom on their part, but I felt like Christ, when all the children gathered around him. Some of these kids have rather rough backgrounds, and I just wanted to gather them all and tell them what the key to a good life is.
I was on exchange in Wharfe Valley this week, and Sister Hall and I went and saw an older man in his 80’s who hasn’t been to church in a long time. He loves the missionaries. He is kind of a rough character, but you can tell he is a softie deep down. He was telling us about how he served a building mission, meaning he helped build some of our churches in the area, and he was telling us about how he met David O. McKay. President McKay came around one of the building sites while they were working, and he said everyone hid because they were so intimidated. President McKay came over and talked to him, even though he was hiding down in the maintainence room. In his words, he said “You could tell he wasn’t just a normal bloke. He was filled with light.” I love that. The light that we carry when we are followers of Christ is apparent to others. People recognize it.
Happy late Easter to everyone. I love you!