#didijustcurse?

So first off a funny story.

Saturday I was asked by a member of the bishopric to give a talk the following day in sacrament meeting...I literally could only find one hour to try to compile a talk on prayer that I could give in FRENCH the following day. It was intense. Obviously I was stressed out but with the help of a missionary from France I managed to find the vocabulary I needed. Well sort of... It turned out that my source wasn't the most reliable.

So here is a little culture thing...Quebec may speak French, but not all the words mean the same thing. Very similar to how the word "bloody" is a bad word in England and not in the United States. So as I was trying to describe the sequences of events from last week involving a Bird pooping in my shoe. I ended up saying a perfectly good sentence that would have been acceptable in France but in Quebec... Either way I ended up saying the equivalent of the S word for Quebecers from the pulpit. But they forgave me and many actually said they felt the spirit during my talk.

Other than that this week has been absolutely amazing! Sister Ladd and I have been able to go around doing good nearly every moment of this week! Our goal of reaching twenty lessons a week is no longer some long dreamed of vision but is becoming a reality as we slowly but surely increase our teaching pool. Our week has consisted in acquainting ourselves with the people of our area. Though I have been in Lemoyne a total of five transfers I had always been working in the North area, but with the Elders not having a car last transfer it was needful that we switch to the Southern area. We filled our days with contacting former investigators and visiting potential investigators that past missionaries had tracted into months and years before. With all of the work which we did it seemed so much easier for us to see the miracles that God gave us.

For example while going through the potentials list we decided to swing by the house of someone the Elders had helped take out the trash two years before. When we knocked on the door, an Italian woman answered. After hearing our introductions and Missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, it didn't take long for her to swing into a rant on how organized religion is the worst thing on the planet and how God did not exist because how could there be so many bad things happening. Not your most civil of conversations. In wondering how we could help this woman we were both saying prayers in our hearts. The thought came into my head to look around. Seeing the beauty of this woman's garden, I complimented it. A change came over this woman completely. She smiled as she started talking about it, and then invited us in so that we may see the backyard.

It was just breathtaking. As any true Italian there was an awning covered in grapevines, with beautiful grapes on it. Copious amounts of flowers and a giant apple tree. I imagine stepping into this woman's backyard has close to the same feelings as stepping into the Garden of Eden, it was just that beautiful. After exclaiming the beauty of this place, we quickly stepped into a conversation on a more spiritual note. And though this woman had stated she didn't believe in God she sat in rapt attention as we sang to her a popular hymn called "For the Beauty of the Earth." Which talks of the greatness of a God willing to give us so many beautiful places on this planet. We talked about what this song meant and then testified of Jesus Christ. This woman was so happy that she gave us two giant jars of homemade apple juice (which is by far the best apple juice I have ever tasted) and Lindt chocolates. The difference from the woman we had met at the door and the one we now saw was night and day.

So often out here our we as missionaries judged. People do not see the help that we can give them. Our names our proceeded with gossip and prejudice making it nearly impossible to speak to people. But the thought has come, Do I judge and prejudge my fellowmen? Is not the bum on the side of the road just as in need of a message of God's love as is the well dressed woman heading to work? Do we find ourselves judging others when perhaps they have something that they can teach us. I am so grateful for this beautiful and wonderful moment that I have to serve here in Montreal among the Quebecois. Even if the Language proves to be difficult at times I know that I am in the right place at the right time. I thank you all for the prayers that you send my way. And I pray that you may all have a blessed and amazing week. In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.