This last week flew by so fast! It was a great week! Last Tuesday a
member came with us for a couple of our rendezvous. It is amazing how
much more powerful a lesson can be with a member. It helps so much to
have someone who is a native speaker and grown up in the same place. The
members can share experiences that help them relate and are great at
sharing the gospel in simpler terms. This particular member drove an
hour to come help us and then an hour home-- it was awesome to see his
sacrifice to come help the missionaries. A lot of the members here live
up to 2 hours away from church and are there every Sunday, every
meeting, and every activity. I can't imagine driving from Stansbury to
Logan every Sunday for church and sometimes up to 3 times a week!
Last Wednesday we helped 3 different people move. It's good weather
here in Belgium and when it is good weather you take advantage of it!
By the end of our three moves and two rendezvous that night I was so
tired! I love service though because it puts me in such a good mood to
be out moving about in a good pair of Levi's working with your hands and
getting to talk to members and investigators in a less formal setting.
Last Friday we had a baptism. Sheku Kabba from Sierra Lyon, Africa
got baptized in a small town called Rendeux. We went to the refugee
center at 6 and got him prepped then went down to the river. He had two
friends with him and then four elders and the senior missionaries. Elder
Adams baptized him in the river and then all of the elders joined the
circle and Elder Okelberry gave him the gift of the holy ghost on the
side of the river. We have been joking that it is our own little "Waters
of Mormon" experience. After the baptism, one of Kabba's friends said
he wanted to get baptized, hello new ami! It was an awesome experience
and it was cool cause we promised Kabba Sunday that it would be good
weather and at the end just after the confirmation the sun came out!
Saturday we went and helped with another move. I am so sore from
all of our moves! Halfway through the move we stopped for lunch and I
ate something called American. They say they don't know why they call it
American because Americans always hate it, but its raw ground up
hamburger with spices. I had it on a baguette and it actually was not
that bad. It tasted fine but the idea of eating raw hamburger is kinda
gross. Oh well, the food was blessed so no worries.
Saturday was Independence Day here in Belguim. We sang the Star Spangles Banner in their honor, ha ha!
After church yesterday we went to the Rousseux family's house for
dinner. They live an hour away from the church so we went with them, had
dinner and a spiritual thought and then they drove us home. They are an
awesome family and Frère Rousseux is in to trucks and four-wheelers so
we had a good time talking about all that it. It was nice to have a
conversations that I was comfortable talking about! We had a Belge
dinner-- homemade fries with meatballs and a tomato sauce. Turns out
french fries are a lie and it's the Belge who made frites or fries.
Speaking of things Belgian, I have been pounding down the chocolate
because members keep giving us chocolate. I am loving it and am afraid I
will never be able to enjoy chocolate once I am back in the US.
Well that's it for this week. I am on my last week of training and
Saturday I find out if I stay or if I go! I am pretty indifferent at the
moment but I love the members here. French is coming along and I am
finally used to the missionary life!
Elder Lerdahl
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