Week 31 - Gubbängen... That's a Nice Place

Week 31 - Gubbängen... That's a Nice Place

Hey guys,

So we met this super amazing lady this week. Her friend referred her to us because she was looking for the truth. We had an appointment scheduled for Tuesday So after we missed the bus stop to her house and our phone died in the middle of talking to her to get the right directions, we were just kinda looking at each other in the middle of somewhere we had never really been just wondering what in the world we were going to do. At this point, we were a half hour late. My companion is also pretty new to this area so neither of us are familiar with the bus schedules or anything. We just started walking, and ended up at a bus stop. My companion read the schedule and said the next one would take like twenty minutes so that we should walk back to the other stop and see if it was better there. I had the feeling we should just stay there. My companion listened, and within three minutes, we were on a bus wich happened to have the still uncommon luxury of being able to charge your phone on the bus. Our lady said we could still come by. We got there almost an hour late, but they were so nice still. She and her husband greeted us, asked if we wanted tea or coffee, and started to get to know them over some herbal tea (don't worry guys, it's not real tea). They speak really good Swedish and moved to Sweden from Ecuador. Her name is Love. She was super interested. She said she's been to different churches, but she doesn't feel satisfied that she's found the truth, but she wants to be. She accepted the challenge to read the Book of Mormon and come to church. She was unfortunately very sick yesterday and not able to come, but I really feel good about her. She's on the right path. We also have a baptismal date with Ronald who moved here from Peru. We have a really awesome nineteen year old in the world helping us with him in translating and everything. We got invited to his house by his mom to eat some very yummy Peruvian food too... crema de pollo con arroz. Got to practice some Spanish too haha. 

Ready for the funny story of the week? So one night on the way home, we hop off the subway exit in Enskede Gård where we live. We here some very lovely hard rock wafting over the air waves from somewhere and we both kinda look around confused trying to figure where it's coming from. We notice a little air vent in the side of the cement wall holding up the train tracks we just got off.. It's definitely coming from there.. but... huh? We joked about how maybe there was a live concert going on somewhere in the sewer. I at least thought that would be a really cool venue. The next day we looked for anything that might explain what we heard, but nothing. Then that night, in the exact same circumstances, we hear the exact same song coming from the exact same air vent. Now we just have to know what this is. As we're looking around, the music stops. We put our ear to the vent, and we here talking. It sounds like a small room, lots of voices. I kind of give my companion a "Should I do it?" look. He gives me a "you only live once" look, so I just yell through the air vent "hallå!" (that's Swedish for, hello). I say it a few times in different volumes and at different pitches, until I hear someone saying hallå back. It sounded like they were really close. Both still a little baffled, the lady on the other side asks who I am. I tell her my name. She asks where I am. I tell her. I ask where they are. They're totally underneath the subway rehearsing with their band. I tell them it sounds really good and find out they're performing at a church that Friday. She was super nice and I definitely made a friend that day, and now I can officially say that was my most epic contact as a missionary. We heard them a few more nights until last Friday when they had their concert. I love Stockholm... You're never bored here... 

Also, news update, Elder Renlund of the quorum of the twelve is coming to our chapel on the 29th of this month. He's actually Swedish and spent some of his childhood in Göteborg. As far as I know, he doesn't speak Swedish, but he understands it still. We are very excited to get to hear him speak and light a fire for missionary work here in Sweden! It's not often that Apostles come up here, so it's a real treat. 

Have a great week!

Äldste Denton

 Played a little pickle on p-day... I was going for the thug look... You tell me if it worked out or not... We're the nerds in proselyting clothes :)

                                                          Some inspiration for your day.

           This street is named after one of Stockholm's executioners from the 1700's. Pretty cool.

 ​                                        That's some leaves.
                                       

                                          The old college Stockholm.
                                       

                                          Woah. On the way to volunteer at the red cross.


                                         

         Stockholm's pretty. That's my comp and a member that we like to explore with on p-days.

                                                         Someone is stealing that arrow.

                                          Yup.

                                                    Nuff sed