Wow! Do I have a story this week or what? I hope I can write it all in time! Haha! First off, I attached a few pictures. One is of our car in front of the church building, a couple are in the dorf called Schlichting, and I believe my companion is in one of those pictures. There are some really cool windmill farms out here by the North Sea, I hope that sometime I'll be able to get a couple pictures of them. We'll see I suppose.
Well, let's begin!
We have been doing so much finding here in the Heide area in Germany. We have been doing hours and hours of door to door, and street contacting. We are slowly finding people that listen to our message. This week has been good. We had appointments that didn't fall out! It was very exciting.
One of the appiontments was with a man named Celal Altug. He is from Turkey. His German is very good, he has been speaking it fluently for 5 years. We met him on the street and he wanted to meet with us at our church building. That is normally a sign that they don't want to meet, but don't want to say no. We showed up at the church, and he was already there waiting for us! It was a miracle in itself. As we began talking to him, we found out he was taught by missionaries about 5 years ago. He had a very good knowledge of our beliefs. He received the Book of Mormon before, and loved it. He told us his story. He used to be very socially inept. In Turkey he had his hand blown off by a bomb, and several other bad things happen to him. He was so traumatized that he became mentally instable and was unable to talk with people normally. He said he just couldn't do it. He fled to Germany and tried to return to a normal life but couldn't. Then, he got a Book of Mormon from the missionaries. He said that the book helped him out so much in his life. He was helped significantly. He said that he started to converse with people normally, and he began to live a normal life. He took up playing soccer again, and the Book of Mormon completely changed his life around. Just as my sister recently testified, even do I testify: The Gospel Changed Lives--For the BEST. He was so happy that he was able to meet with us that day, because he really wanted that book again. It's a miracle, because he said he was getting deported back to Turkey the next day. We haven't seen him since, so I guess he got deported, but at least now he has the Book of Mormon. It was amazing.
Next story!
So there is a family in the Branch, the Dahleka family. They invited us for dinner and we had... American Hamburgers!!! They thought it was so awesome, and they were so excited. Elder Erickson and I just had to laugh. The only problem is, in Germany they think Americans eat several hamburgers at a time on a normal basis. As a result, he made... who knows how many hamburgers. A LOT! He didn't want ANY leftovers and so he wanted Elder Erickson and I to ear everything they didn't want. So after they ate 2 hamburgers each or so, they waited for us to eat the rest. I believe I ended up having 6 hamburgers! It was rediculous! They kept laughing and talking about how funny americans are because they eat so many hamburgers. My goodness. The ideas that Germans have about Americans are sometimes really weird!
Saturday, we were doing some door to door stuff. We went to one door and rand the bell. Someone came to the door and said he didn't have interest, but he didn't open the door. In Germany, multiple families will live in one house, so we proceeded to ring the next klingel. The man hadn't gone back into his section of the house yet, and so he came back by the door and yelled through the closed door that he is going to call the police. This is a common threat for us, so we just went our merry way and continued going door to door offerring people the restored Gospel. Perhaps 30 minutes later a car rolls up and stops right by us as we are walking. It didn't take long for us to find out they were the Police. It was kind of funny. They asked for Identification, we gave it to them, and they ordered us to stay there and then they went back in their car and called our information into the police station. After waiting a few minutes in the pretty cold weather, they came back out with smiles on their faces and said, "Alles in Ordnung!" "All is in order." The way he said it (he said it several times) made it sound like he was sorry for the interruption of our time. He even made sure to give us everything back, and wished us a "beautiful evening" I'm not exactly sure if there is an english equivilent for the expression he used. Anyway, that's my experience with the German Police. (And I must say, from that experience, the USA police seem a ton more intimidating than the German police).
On top of all of that, it snowed yesterday and yeah. Interesting week! I hope for another good week in the service of Our God!