More often that not, my life feels like a movie. Today I came to the realization that I have 10 more weeks left on the mission. 10 more weeks. How in the world am I suppose to loose all the glorious german pounds I gained in just 10 weeks? Let alone change the face of Germany?! It’s stressful to say the least. And it is surreal.
Stressful and surreal. Those are two great words to describe a mission, or to describe my past week. Our main investigators decided to once again play hide and seek, which doesn’t work out too well when the investigator is deaf so you can’t even call out ‘ollie ollie oxen free’. But…we did get to experience a lot of hilarity this week. The mission film of Sister Helzer and Miller would no doubt be a comedy. Here’s a trailer:
On Monday we were relaxing in the park when out of the blue a friendly turkish gang next to us started to fight. They started breaking their beer bottles and running after one another. It looked like a scene from West Side Story. The ironic thing was, there was actually a peace concert going on in the park so these men were taking jabs at one another to the smooth sounds of Enya. ‘jab away jab away jab away’ (sing to the tune of that Sail Away Enya classic). During this whole fight, a fragile old man was picking up the beer bottles and gathering them so that he could get money for recycling. He risked his life for recycling. Sometimes we put our own safety on hold for the dumbest reasons.Most of us wouldn’t walk into the middle of gang fight to gather some beer bottles for cash, but plenty of us would risk our spiritual safety for some fun with friends, or to fit in.
Now cut scene. Sister Miller was taking pictures of the APs in front of Karl Marx’s head when we noticed a long piece of toilet paper around her ankle, blowing in the wind like the train of a wedding dress. We have no idea how that random piece of toilet paper got there, but sure enough it was there clinging to my companion’s ankle. If we aren’t anchored to something deep like the gospel of Jesus Christ, we will find ourselves like the toilet paper around Sister Miller’s legs. Useless. Trashy. Uncertain of our fate.
Jump to next clip. We were returning home from a service project when the Elders pointed out a girl in leather pants. We got into a deep discussion about why we would never wear leather pants and as we loaded into the bus, Sister Miller turned back and whispered ‘they’re actually plether pants.’ One of the Elders was so intrigued by this, that he kept his focus on the fake leather pants and ran into the glass window of the bus. It just goes to show that we always need to have a vision. When we always look back at the plether pants of our live, we may never find the bus door to eternal life.
I have learned so many things on my mission, and continue to learn more every day! It may be stressful, but nothing that I can’t handle. The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.
Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand. Psalms 37: 23-24.
I wish you a wonderful week filled with lots of movie moments!
posted by Splendidly Sar
we were super tempted to take a picture of us in this collar, but didn’t want to pay an euro
Chemnitz Missionaries. Can you pick out which one is from Brasil??
The old man looking for the beer bottles.
karl marx photos
and the toilet paper….
moments before we saw Miss Plether Pants.
tausch treat in zwickau!!
p.s. the middle aged guy next to me at the internet store is skyping his family and making lots of loud foriegn baby noises. I am trying not to laugh, but seriously, it’s a sight to see.