Feb. 28, 2012

Dear Family,

I have had some spiritual experiences, but I feel it will be more appropriate when I share them with you when I get back home. Here are a couple of funny instances that have taken place over the past week.

I had a work over with a missionary from Louisiana and in the evening, we went tracting in his neck of the woods, Gillingham, Kent. Although it was dark outside, the people were quite friendly and some were willing to listen, and then we came upon a Jewish evangelist. We explained who we were and he warmly invited us in his home. We accepted and as we entered, he offered us some alcohol. We both hit a roadblock and just paused. We instantly declined and we explained ourselves once again. He took no offense and then proceeded to introduce us to some of his friends. As he did so, there was a bit of an awkward couple of minutes before we started talking and feeling comfortable around one another. His friends asked us questions but at the same time, they were still puzzled on why their friend had let missionaries in their home, on a Friday night. The Jewish evangelist expressed some interest and exchanged details with my companion. As we were about to head off, I saw posters of The Beatles and other bands on their walls. I asked if they had a guitar and they said yes. Then I asked if I could play. Heaven. After that night, their attitudes about missionaries definitely changed as everyone joined in on singing and having a good time while I messed about with the guitar. Sometimes, unless we are paying attention, we might miss the promptings of the Holy Spirit. Its whisperings could be as simple as, "Do you have a guitar?"

The week prior to this, I was on another work over with a missionary from Germany. We were in Ashford and we went finding for 7 hours that day. As the day grew to close, we got in the car, and were about to go look for some less actives, but I was unable to find our worksheet. I told my companion to pull over in a neighborhood, and right when we parked, we felt the prompting to tract two houses on the side. Through this experience, I can testify, that Heavenly Father has a sense of humor. One thing that I was able to be taught that day, was the definition of a naturalist. My goodness. The second house we knocked on, a man came to the door, fully fleshed, and as he opened, I quickly put a folder I was carrying below my eyes to save myself from such horror. As he excitedly stood naked at his front door, my companion and I Taught, Testified, Invited and quickly left.

Love,

Elder Resolme

Today we will be playing table tennis at a local school in favor of one of our investigators whose family came to church on Sunday. Apparently he is quite the allstar.Last night was transfer calls and I am staying in Ashford while Elder Cena is moving.