This last week was a pretty amazing one. I can’t remember for sure, but I’m pretty confident that I can say that I’ve never achieved “Standards of Excellence” before on the mission (largely due to the fact that for the majority of the mission I’ve been a zone leader, taking care of lots of things throughout the week that get in the way of missionary work) until last week. My companion and I set some really high goals and had an amazing planning session on Monday where we figured out how we were going to get everything done– get all the meetings in place and the amount of people we wanted to talk to and find to hear about the Gospel. On Wednesday we saw the first miracle– we just happened to be at the branch building that night when a guy named Roman came by behind us. It seemed at first that he was just a guy who was trying to sneak in behind us to get warm, but after talking to him for a while it turns out he came to the English club years ago. He decided to walk by the branch building that evening to see if there was any way we could help him find a job for a few months. Since the last time he came to English, he has gotten married, had a daughter (and one more child on the way) and has quit smoking. We talked for a while and I immediately felt a great connection with him. He’s a humble guy and he’s very honest and real. We talked for a while about God and prayer and invited him to meet with the branch president about work and then to come to our church service on Sunday. He since then has called us several times– we haven’t met again yet, but we will soon to talk more about prayer and how he can find more spirituality in his life.
Come Saturday night we had seen lots of miracles, but when we called our investigator Michael and found that he couldn’t come on Sunday we looked at the number of meetings that we’d had during the week and things just didn’t add up– there was no way we were going to make our goal– to make standards of excellence. Feeling a little defeated, but feeling like we had done all that we could (we worked very hard and non-stop all week), we just decided to face our Sunday and we’d take what we could get.
On Sunday we got to church to find that a man named Denis had showed up (he’s not a member, but his wife is). He stayed for the Sunday School part of the meeting and since he was the only investigator there, we had a one-on-one meeting with him with a really cool member of the branch. Denis has met with missionaries before but nothing really clicked– he never had the desire to take it seriously. Somehow something has changed with him. During that meeting we talked abouth is serious concerns of his and he decided that he’d like to try it out again and to seriously consider baptism. After church we then had 2 other out-of-the-blue meetings that suddenly made it look possible for us to reach the goals that we had set. After getting home we had one more thing to do to reach these standards– we had to contact 3 more people whose phone numbers we had received. One of the three didn’t pick up his phone. Since he didn’t pick up I looked farther up on the list of people we hadn’t called yet and my finger landed on this guy who we talked to several weeks ago about English club. He’s got a family– a wife and a 1 yr son and I decided to give him a ring. He answered and was very happy that we called and he “of course” remembered us. It turns out that it was his 25th birthday. My companion and I sang him “Happy Birthday” over the phone and he was elated. He told us he’d really like to meet with us, and we set up a meeting for this next Saturday.
Sunday night my companion and I sat in awe not quite understanding how everythign worked out this last week. We felt on top of the world that we had reached this awesome goal, and we ate a lot of ice cream.
I can’t even start to count the miracles on the way to that night that added up. It was a really amazing time for me on my mission– I’d probably say I worked harder last week than ever before, and things worked out last week better than ever before.
I’m staying with Elder Sage Petersen! We didn’t move into that apartment, so we’re still living out of packed boxes and bags– it’s awful. Hopefully we’ll find an apartment soon. (?)
Also, I haven’t gottn mail yet– that should be tomorrow.
also, nothing really interesting happened with transfers other than that. other than Sister Clark is coming here– my companion was friends with her before his mission, so that’ll be interesting 🙂
I’m overwhelmed with what you guys have all helped me realize more than I have before– that yeah, this is my last transfer… that’s really weird… I still don’t quite grasp that. Thanks for all the encouragement to work harder than ever before– I need it a lot.
I’ve had lots of desire to write letters lately, but really, I guess it doesn’t really matter. If I wrote you guys letters you probably wouldn’t have time to write me back even.
Wish me luck– pray for me to keep going strong until the end!
happy weezer day (feb 14th)
–Elder T Froelich