Cette semaine était vraiment exceptionnelle, et je sais que c'est beaucoup
grâce à vos prières, alors merci. :)
But really though, this week was fantastic.
Our prayers were certainly answered in many ways, we've met worlds of
amazing people, and we've seen miracles every day. I love being a missionary.
:)
Alright, so some highlights for the week.
On Thurdsay we met a woman named Jenny. She takes care of 6 autistic kids, and she was really impressed with.... The law of chastity. Bahaha! She just went off for a good five minutes about how amazing it was that we don't "fait l'amour" before marriage. It was quite the interesting conversation that, we usually DON'T start an initial contact with someone by talking about the law of chastity, but I guess there's a first time for everything? :P Anyways, she's super excited to learn more about us, so I really can't complain about that. :)
We also spent a lot of time knocking amongst the student housing (yes,
there's a university here in our tiny town. :D), and have found many charecters
in the process of doing that. We met one man that came from the edge of new
brunswick. He spoke French, according to Elder Thia, but I certainly couldn't
understand him at all. It was rediculous. Every time I think I've got French
down, a new accent rears it's ugly (well, ugly might be harsh. We'll go with
unusual) head. He told us about some of his relatives that speak a literal blend
of French and English called shlack. Or something like that. Again, his accent.
The example he gave us of that dialect was that when leaving they would say
something like "watch moi je vais venir back". It was.... Interesting. I want to
meet some of these people. :)
Other than that, me and elder Thia just knocked on a whole lot of doors
this week. The great missionary fallback. Door to door. It was another one of
those wonderful weeks where everything we THINK we have planned falls through
every single day until Sunday when all of a sudden everything goes right. I run
into a lot of those weeks. Go figure. Elder Thia is slowly adjusting to my
American habitudes. He's finally stopped bringing me a knife when we sit down to
eat, and he's started putting maple syrup on his bacon. Next week, I'll get him
to put ketchup on eggs. :)
Do you all remember Marcel Tremblay? Funny old man with no teeth? Well,
he's still amazing. the rest of our lessons with him went a lot like the one I
detailed to you last week. Mostly our biggest problem with him is that his
baptism is three weeks away, and we're out of things to teach him. :P We'll
figure something out though, have no fear.
My mission president has a habit of dishing out tidbits of spiritual
giantesse every week, so I'd like to share his latest one with you all this week
as well.
"Agency is an interesting gift. We are not always free to choose our
circumstances. Sometimes we can, but mostly
we make a few big decisions and then live with the consequences of those
decisions for long periods of time. Yet we
believe that we have the gift of free agency all of the time. What
gives?
Agency means that we can always choose how we respond to the circumstances
that we are in. We can choose how
we view our world and the life we live in it. We can choose to see our
circumstances as hopeful or we can choose to
view them as hopeless. That is the nature of the choice that we make every
day."
It's true though. Our Free Agency doesn't mean we get to choose the path of
our lives, it means we get to choose how we walk that path. Do we skip or do we
trudge? Do we keep our heads down and wonder why there's so much dirt on our
shoes, or do we look around and take in the trees and sky? Our Agency is an
interesting gift, but it's just that . A gift. One that we all have, and that we
all get to decide what to do with. How are you using yours?
I'm going to use mine to make smoothies tomorrow. ; )
Alright, I've got some shopping to do, but! I love you all. Thank you again
for the prayers and the support. It means a lot. :)
Love,
-- Elder Christensen
Always a P.S.
I almost forgot to tell you. Elder Thia rode the plane over here next to
Elizabeth Smart. Yes, that Elizabeth Smart. He had no idea who she was. Most of
his interaction with her was to borrow her barf bag. :P But I found out because
she served in Paris, so she wrote her name down for him so he'd remember to say
hi to some of the people she knew from there. Funny world eh?
I love you!
--
Elder Christensen
Elder Christensen
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