Here are a few things that I copied form my emails to President Weston and Elder Watson.
Talk to you soon!
We had a baptism this week! It was great. it was a woman named Holly, sho has been investigating the Church for about 9 months now. Just a week ago, I wondered whether it was really going to happen but I think that all she needed was for someone to show some faith in her, which is something she often lacks in herself. But, she made it! Sunday was her birthday and was also the day that she reeived the gift of the Holy Ghost, which I thout was a very appropriate gift. I have already seen a change in her. Her emotions are very level all the time, so it is often difficult to gauge how she is feeling, but she seems happier since being baptized and receiving the Holy Ghost.
On Saturday, a group of three teenagers came into the
on Saturday afternoon. The two girls were sisters who were in Trail Center picking up their brother from the
airport. They live several hours away and discovered when they arrived that the
brother's plane was not going to arrive for an additional 8 hours after they
had planned. So, needless to say, they had a lot of extra time on their hands.
They decided to bring their friend, David, who was with them, to the Omaha
to see the gingerbread festival and then I was also able to take them on tour.
David is not a member of our church, so it was the perfect set-up! Both they
and I explained and testified to him about the gospel and at the end, I shared
with him in Trail Center
10:3-5. He said that he would like to know if the Book of Mormon was true and
asked for a copy before I even offered it. He gave me his information for both
at home and at school and said he would go to church with his friends this last
Sunday. Pretty cool! Moroni
It was one of those situations that were entirely me being able to be at the right place at the right time and being able to witness a miracle in the life of another person. It’s great!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through
Not a senior was stirring, not even Elder Openshaw
The referrals had been entered into the computer with care,
In hopes that Joy to the World soon would be there.
The Elders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of baptisms danced in their heads.
And Sister Weston in her ‘kerchief and President in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When down at the
there arose such a
President sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the TC he flew like a flash,
To his car and down the street he went in a dash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But Elder’s Watson’s Mercedes and . . . .the sisters are here?
With a great director so lively and quick.
He knew in a moment it could not be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles, the sisters, they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Proctor! Now
Now Baker and Bown! Arnold
On, Lamby! On, Watson! On, Davis and Brown!
Here, take this tour! You, make this call!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
And then, in a twinkling, he heard in the call center
The tapping and typing, new contacts they enter.
As President drew back his head, and was turning around,
Down the hall Elder Watson came with a bound.
He was dressed all in grey from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were ironed and very well put.
A box of Book of Mormons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes- how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair of his head was as white as the snow.
He was giving directions, ordering left and right,
“Give away this Book of Mormon! Get it out of my sight!”
He had a broad face and a laugh always ready
But as the sisters they sang, his tears became steady.
He spoke a few words, and went straight to his work,
The sisters took some more tours and began to convert.
Sharing some scriptures and a pioneer story,
They promised each person Celestial glory.
President watched with amazement as the continued their quest.
He knew that the sisters would do without rest.
But he heard them exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Salvation for all, and to all a good night!”