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This week was tons of fun. I feel like I always say that but
I guess that means it's always true.
While walking over a bridge across the river that runs
through the middle of Halmstad, I saw a low-flying seagull approaching. As it
neared, I saw the B-17 Flying Fortress release it's payload and watched
startled as the explosive projectile barreled toward us. Instinctively, I
switched into emergency mode and as any good companion and mission-father would
do, I dodged the incendiary device and allowed it to make contact on Elder
Seely's left knee. Nice try, seagull 👀.
So in Sweden, anyone and everyone who works with their hands
owns at least one pair of "jobbabyxor" or workpants. What started out
years ago as a very durable pant with convenient pockets hanging from the
waistband has now become massive array of fashion-forward options to choose
from; perfectly combining style and practicality. I talked to a member here who
owns his own construction company about his pants and his face lit up and he
and I talked about all the different brands, styles, materials, and accessories
that can provide varying levels of durability, comfort, breathability, and
style. Unbeknownst to me, not all jobbabyxor are created equal. He inspired me
to go out and buy my own pair. Now tomorrow when we go back to dig that big
hole again, I can confidently and comfortably strut my stuff.
We had our first choir performance this week! It went
incredibly well. Our pianist was transferred last week so I hurriedly tried to
learn the song and was able to get it down pretty well but not as well as I
would have liked but come Sunday, we found that a senior missionary couple
ending their missions in Oslo were visiting our ward and what do you know the
woman could play piano and stepped in to accompany us while her husband sang
bass to support the lonesome Elder Seely. Conducting the choir during our
performance in sacrament meeting and seeing our our ragtag choir's smiling
faces made me overjoyed. Dream come true.
One of our choir members' mom came to church to watch the
performance although not having been to a sacrament meeting for many years. She
shared a very sweet testimony during the meeting and said something that really
touched me. She said "I believe that if we were on a deserted island with
no books or anything, we could still have a loving relationship with God."
I agree. I testify that God loves us and no matter where we
are or what we do or what we know, He is reaching out to us and wants us to
feel His love. Easter is the perfect time of year to reflect on the love God
has for each one of us. He loved us enough to send His Only Begotten to die for
us that through Him we might be saved. Give yourselves opportunities this week
to ponder on the infinite love God has for us and how it is perfectly embodied
in Christ's life and death and life again. I know He lives and that His power
and love is real.
Have a great week!
Love,
Äldste Cummings
3. Jobbabyxor baby 😍
4. No explanation needed.
5. Choir picture for the yearbook.
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