Yesterday was Mothering Sunday in the Great British Isles. I shared a spiritual thought about our Mum at a dinner appointment and then got trunky for about 2.2 seconds. Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven. If we do not learn to sacrifice small things for bigger things... then we are in trouble. It is definitely a sacrifice being away from my brilliant family. I really miss you all and I am sad that you might never see me again if you don't come to London. Because I'm not leaving. I don't want to be a "normal" person. I want to be a missionary. It is a great life. Full of everything you could ever want. Especially in London. We eat all kinds of food. Last night was Chinese. We then watched one of the newer bible videos about the good Samaritan, and I shared how my mom was the best Samaritan. I mentioned one of the greatest lessons that mom ever taught me. It is that it doesn't matter what others think, say, or do... it only matters that you follow God, and serve His children. Mom never once did something to get credit, fame or to be seen by someone else. She served out of pure Christlike love for others and for God. I heard a quote once that said "It is amazing what you can accomplish when you don't mind who gets the credit". If we are humble enough to give all the credit or glory to God... we will find the greatest sense of peace and happiness. I still struggle and strive to love the people here in England that I don't know yet. It is hard to love people when they ignore you and try to tear you down. If I go out in the town centre with a bad attitude and negative thoughts about people around me... I will never be an effective missionary. I just gotta love dees peeps. Our mother just had the best ability to love people and serve them without ever saying a bad or complaining word. She is the best mum. Happy Mothers Day from England.
In Church... our High Councillor talked about the relationship between the date of Britain's Mothering Sunday, Passover and Lent, and the women's menstrual cycle (which he explained in the same detail as my human anatomy class). We had two brand new investigators from the Philippines... and I have never prayed so hard that God would put a glob of wax in someones ear. It was so interesting. I will try to get a copy of the talk to you. One of the investigators said that she didn't want to be there because she thought it was a Catholic Church and it wasn't. She went on to say that she was born a Catholic and would die a Catholic. The other lady... Ana, seemed to enjoy it. She said it was different, but enjoyed it.
We taught a investigator from India named Thomonga today. He has a belief in almost everything. He reminds me of one of the recent converts I was able to help be baptised in Hyde Park named Hoshar. At the end of the lesson... he gave us a recap of the restoration and it was spot on. I didn't even really think he was listening, but then he soaked it all up. Absolutely swish. He is the biz. Afterwards... we went to a pub called the Walkabout. It is an Australian style club bar thingy... but during the day they just sell food and it's pretty chill. One of the Sisters got a burger with just ketchup... but my favourite Australian companion got a huge burger. Three patties, pineapple, fried egg, beetroot, lettuce, tomato, chili jam, and jalapenos. The gave him his drink for free... for finishing it. It was a great P-day activity.
The Zone is doing fantastic right now. I went on a work over in Wembley on Tuesday. They live right next to the huge stadium there... which will be used extensively during the Olympics. In the morning we ran around the stadium twice. Absolutely terrible. On thurday I went to Hayes, which is west west london. It is a great place. At one point... we were the only white people on the bus or 40 people. We traveled into India. It is amazing to see a very english street... and then ten mins later... you can't read any of the signs. I love it here. It is great to be able to go on two exchanges a week. I love it. Things are great in the UK. Speaking of UK... I hope they are doing great in the tourney. One of the Elders in the zone just filled out his bracket. I hope Duke and UK meet. I was in Hemel Hempstead this week and a man walks by with a UK sweatshirt on... I obviously stopped him. To share the Gospel yes... but then to ask some questions. He lives in Kentucky with his wife, but he was from here originally. His wife had a proper Kentucky accent and it was glorious. I missed that accent. They then updated me about college basketball. I still claim it was a tender mercy.
I have been pondering on the idea of having to do really hard small things... to accomplish great things. Heavenly Father puts us through a lot of pain, to mold us. I watched a strong father in my last area cuddle so tightly his two year old son in his arms and force medicine into his mouth. The kid was absolutely terrified... but then right after... was fine and healthier. We shouldn't rear our heads when God tries to smooth our rough edges. We must patiently endure and continue.
God is in control. He has provided the most beautiful way. It is perfect... and now it is up to us to simply act.
P.s. This email is a tad all over the place.
P.s.s. Thank you for all the help with rooming at BYU. I sent an email to my friend... I don't really know how things will work out.