Oh it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a wonderful day in the neighborhood.... when GREGG MARTIN GETS BAPTIZED!!!
Hooboy.
So,
I'm going to start with Saturday, because that was the best part of my
week. :) Saturday we drove out to the oustkirts of our area (a little
town called Alfred) where we were picked up by Annick Gagnon (One of the
most marvelous women in the world) and her son David, who drove us back
into.....
Chapel Hill.
That
was nuts! In such a good way. Seeing everyone again was wonderful....it
was crazy to think that I was there a YEAR ago! And then Gregg... all
in white.... I practically fell to my knees. :) Gregg has been
"investigating" for years. His wife Mary is an active temple-endowed
member, and their kids are amazing, and Gregg's not half-bad himself. ; )
He's had a calling for the last few years teaching in the Primary with
his wife, and he was always at church, even when Mary couldn't make it.
As a result of this lengthy investigation/decision making process, it
was the largest baptism I have ever attended. We had it in the chapel
instead of in the relief society or primary room, as is the norm, and
I'm pretty sure we rivaled church attendance in one of the largest wards
in the mission.
Gregg's such a boss. :)
I
also managed to see Gary Riviere, one of my other investigators from
there, and Randy and Mary-ellen SIBA! :D Just some more of my favorite
church members in all of existence. :) The hardest thing in the world
was just not hugging everyone I could see! But, I made it through. ; )
After the baptism, the Gagnon's invited us over for
dinner, and I sat back down in my usual seat at their table.... the
first seat I'd ever sat in in a members home in Canada..... it was nice.
:) Then they drove us home.
That was by far the highlight of my week, but I
should also mention Abbey-dabby doo, our nine year old recent convert,
and her new obsession with..... swing dancing.
I know Missionaries aren't allowed to dance.... but.... but.... she's so cute! ; )
Anyways.
Long story short, I got talked into teaching Abbey how to do a few
lifts... which she now demands every time I come over. :P you can't say I
didn't teach anybody anything as a missionary eh? That was neat. :)
Actually, this week was just good everywhere! We
spent Wednesday on the Island in Kirkland (not KirTland ohio, but
KirKland, montreal) on a split with the elders there where we had some
amazing experiences with some haitians and some egyptians (people from
all over the world are prevelant here. I've learned how to say hello and
goodbye in more languages than I knew existed before...), and then on
Thursday we had our last zone conference with President and sister
cannon...... :( They go home at the end of June, and our next zone
conference will be in August or september. So. That was cool, but sad. I
love my mission president and his wife. They're amazing, and I know
they'll do great in whatever calling they get back home too. :) Props to
them.
Anyways, this has gotten long, quickly, so I'll end
it there and leave you all with a quote that describes quite accurately
the way my week has felt. Saturday, as we were trying to track down some
formers, a woman answered one of our doors holding a home-made hookah
she had jimmy-rigged using a pepsi bottle (very creative, actually), and
said
"God bless you guys, I'm going to coke planet to have fun on my own. Please, no trespassing".
Hah,
that's weird I know, but! Weird things happen to missionaries. Some of
you may have been expecting me to tie that statement in with the gospel.
But I'm not going to.
So! God bless you guys, I'm going to Missionary planet to teach the gospel this week. Please,
No trespassing.
Love,
--
Elder Christensen
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