Monday, March 19, 2018

0.333333333333 and #blessed

Email written: 3/19/18

Tjena kompisar! Another week is in the books and time just keeps flying by. Today, I hit 8 months on the mission, meaning I'm now 1/3 of the way there! :O It's been a wild ride so far and I'm so thankful that I chose to serve a mission. It's been such a huge blessing and I know that it will just continue to get better as I progress in the language and help others come unto Christ. 

It's been a pretty normal week here in Stockholm, however, we did have quite an interesting day on Tuesday. Äldste Baggett and I usually eat lunch in the apartment, but after we made the plan for the day we felt it would be best if we made some sandwiches and ate somewhere else for the sake of convenience. We went out for the day and tried to do a swing by, but the building was "port-coded" meaning it was locked and requires a code or key to get in. (Most buildings in Stockholm are port coded) So we then tried to talk to people in the area and invite them to learn more about the church, but nobody was really down. At this point, we decided, well I guess it's time we eat lunch. We go inside one of the tunnelbana stations "Danderyd Sjukhus" and look all around for a place to sit down and eat our sandwiches and the only place is this small little bench outside a convenience type store. We sit down and start eating and not long after we began, a kid about our age walks up to us and starts talking to us. At first, Äldste Baggett and I thought he was a member or something because no one just comes up and talks to us. That's completely against the social norm here in Sweden. So we start talking for a bit, get to know each other, and then he asks us if we have any pain in our head or neck or back. We're just like...um not really...So then things kind of get awkward and the he says "Oh ok, I'm just going around trying to heal people" He then went on to talk about his "miracle church" and about how he had healed people before and he just wants to go out and use his gift, as he called it.

Well, as this kid is rambling on, another man comes to sit down right by us and starts talking to us immediately. He had seen missionaries before and he wanted to know if we think that white people are better than black people. We clarified for him that we all are equal before God as we are all his children. Well after we answer his question he's just like, "Do you have an extra Book of Mormon? I lost mine..." Hahaha what do you mean you lost your Book of Mormon? After we gave him a Book, he starts flipping through some of the pages and then gets up and leaves. Not long after, our miracle healing friend runs to catch a bus and Äldste Baggett and I look at each other flabbergasted and decide that we need to eat out in public more because crazy experiences like that happen. It's probably been my most effective lunch break on my mission.

Well, just when you thought this day couldn't get any wilder, we ended it with some knocking doors out on one of the islands called Lidingö (Lee-ding-uh) One of the last doors we knocked, a very old lady answers the door wearing a very very short dress. Like we're talking at least 85 years old and dressed up like she's about to go to the club. So it already started off very uncomfortable, and we begin talking about faith in God and in Christ and read a passage from the Book of Mormon for her and it turns out she is very religious and was very happy that we came by and we're sharing a message with her. Just as we're about to say hejdå and go to the next door, she tells Ä. Baggett to come closer, and so he walks a little bit closer to the door and then she puts her hand on his head AND STARTS GIVING MY HOMEBOY A BLESSING. I'm just standing there in shock as my dude is getting blessed and I hide behind the door and start laughing uncontrollably. The line that got me was "Snälla låt inte honom gå till helvetet " Well, just when I thought we could get out of there, she tells me to come closer and sticks out her hand over my heart and starts blessing me. It was quite the experience #blessed #live

posted on Facebook 3/19/18
to the Swedish Missionary Moms page
by Angela Hunter who was visiting Sweden
We meet all kinds of different people here on the mission and have the weirdest experiences, but that's what makes it so fun and so interesting. While we all have our own unique stories and experiences, we all came from the same place, we're all here to learn, grow, experience joy, and we're all on the same journey back to our Heavenly Father. God has revealed his perfect plan to his prophets on the earth and I'm so thankful to be here in Sweden sharing that with others and also to y'all every week.

Until next week, ha det fint!
Pictures:
1) cool church 
2) ingenting (meaning nothing) 0.7 km away 
3) horse cop

-- Äldste Steele
1) cool church 

2) ingenting (meaning nothing) 0.7 km away

3) horse cop

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