Oh boy it was a fun week.
We
split wood for a widow out on a ranch with an American. The number of
times I had split wood before my mission was a solid 0 maybe 1. I think
I'm sitting at 4 or 5 now. I'm becoming a regular lumberjack.
We
also had our one in-person district council for the transfer. Next one
is in September some time. That was fun. We have an amazing couple in
our district that took us all to a place called Brooklyn Burgers. Best
burger I've had in Sweden for sure.
I
bought a blender off of my district leader. Then I froze some chocolate
caramels and we've been making home made shakes with frozen chocolate
caramel bits and such.
Also,
it rained! Hallelujah! Not sure what's up with the fires. Hopefully
they're going out. The youth in our ward biked to the temple in
Stockholm. There was apparently storms around them the whole time, but
they had blue skies the whole way on their week long journey.
We
helped a nice couple destroy their old rotting shed. Turns out there
was a beehive in the floor. Word to the wise, a crowbar is not a super
good weapon against bees.
Yesterday
we had dinner with a super nice family. While we waited for the food to
be ready, we played a little mini golf with the mom and youngest son
Christopher. They had made their own holes with a little flower pot and a
plastic cup.
I've been
studying the new testament. Jesus talks a lot about how the generation
he taught was so stiff necked and that if he had been among any other
people, they would have repented. Then He says that if they believed in
the prophets they'd believe in him and if they believed in the Father,
they'd believe in Him as well. Something I've realized recently is that
it doesn't matter who it is that is preaching the truth as long as
they're true servants. "... whether by mine own voice or by the voice of
my servants, it is the same." Hearing the word of God from your Sunday
school teacher or from a prophet is the same if they both teach by the
Spirit. It's all God in the end that is teaching. Sometimes I wonder
about what wonderful things Jesus would teach me if I could spend a day
with Him. I honestly think He would teach me mostly things I've heard
before. I imagine He'd teach me His gospel. He'd teach me to love God
and my neighbor.
What if
I could listen to every talk in Sacrament meeting as if the Savior
Himself were speaking? How much more would I learn? Interesting to think
about.
I know that
Jesus Christ lives and that He speaks to us through the voice of his
servants, whether they be parents, bishops, ministers, or prophets.
I hope you all have a great week!
Äldste Denton
Proper Missionary Breakfast - Or is that a lumberjack breakfast?
Blue Skies
Apartment and companion in Boras
Woah!
A rainy day in Boras
P-day Activities
I just got back from climbing a mountain, eating sushi, and walking around a park with some ice cream in hand.
Took a creepy picture of this guy meditating on the mountain. Hope he didn't notice haha.
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