November 14, 2016
Wow! Just wow. A bomb dropped in Ladispoli this week!!!
Heark, all ye nations! There is a lesson here for members about boldness! We had been over to see Fratello P. once before and he had spoken to us of his friend V. who lives in the same apartment complex. He invited him to the activity we had a couple weeks ago. When V. didn't come, and we asked him about it, Fratello P told us he didn't want to bug his friend and would wait till the self-sufficiency course restarted and invite him to come to that. Thursday night, V. got on his computer and went to LDS.org and requested that missionaries come to visit him and bring him a Book of Mormon. He then told Fratello P. about his self-referral and told him a little about how "I might want to become part of your church". Talking to our friends about the Gospel is just like asking a girl to dance, you don't have a 100% chance of success, but you will never know unless you try.
On Monday the food was soo good. Our brownies were rock solid in the pan, but luckily the Italian family brought a huge pan of tiramisu. But it got to be time to go and we hadn't taught them, so Jonathan pulled the plug and we went home. But on the ride home the dad took us and was asking when we could meet to learn about our church, so that's good.
Jonathan also came to our lesson with Patrick. It went so well, we never ever explain "pregare per sapere la verità mediante lo Spirito Santo" [pray to know the truth through the Holy Spirit] well enough but we talked about it and his questions and responses were perfect. Hopefully that witness from the Spirit comes soon.
Favorite line of the week:
We went to the L. family, our accidental house to house contact. Basically what my family does of taking whole wheat muffins to the new family in the neighborhood is not considered normal here, so Sorella Dini Ciacci referred the family back to us. Once again the husband was sleeping but we found out it was because of his work schedule and the wife invited us to come back. So we'll see this week what's up.
When we were in Rome we would always laugh at the pizza places that noted they were of "Alta digeribilità". Who cares if it's highly digestible? Being here in Ladispoli where there are only pizza places run by guys from the Middle East or North Africa and bars, we see why. Literally we are in the "pizza ghetto". I seriously couldn't finish my pizza the other week, after a while it just becomes terrible.
Love,
Heark, all ye nations! There is a lesson here for members about boldness! We had been over to see Fratello P. once before and he had spoken to us of his friend V. who lives in the same apartment complex. He invited him to the activity we had a couple weeks ago. When V. didn't come, and we asked him about it, Fratello P told us he didn't want to bug his friend and would wait till the self-sufficiency course restarted and invite him to come to that. Thursday night, V. got on his computer and went to LDS.org and requested that missionaries come to visit him and bring him a Book of Mormon. He then told Fratello P. about his self-referral and told him a little about how "I might want to become part of your church". Talking to our friends about the Gospel is just like asking a girl to dance, you don't have a 100% chance of success, but you will never know unless you try.
On Monday the food was soo good. Our brownies were rock solid in the pan, but luckily the Italian family brought a huge pan of tiramisu. But it got to be time to go and we hadn't taught them, so Jonathan pulled the plug and we went home. But on the ride home the dad took us and was asking when we could meet to learn about our church, so that's good.
Jonathan also came to our lesson with Patrick. It went so well, we never ever explain "pregare per sapere la verità mediante lo Spirito Santo" [pray to know the truth through the Holy Spirit] well enough but we talked about it and his questions and responses were perfect. Hopefully that witness from the Spirit comes soon.
Favorite line of the week:
We went to the L. family, our accidental house to house contact. Basically what my family does of taking whole wheat muffins to the new family in the neighborhood is not considered normal here, so Sorella Dini Ciacci referred the family back to us. Once again the husband was sleeping but we found out it was because of his work schedule and the wife invited us to come back. So we'll see this week what's up.
When we were in Rome we would always laugh at the pizza places that noted they were of "Alta digeribilità". Who cares if it's highly digestible? Being here in Ladispoli where there are only pizza places run by guys from the Middle East or North Africa and bars, we see why. Literally we are in the "pizza ghetto". I seriously couldn't finish my pizza the other week, after a while it just becomes terrible.
Love,
I finally "worked those Mr. Macs' right off (my) feet!" The sole became
separated on one of the pairs and I got it fixed today. I don't know how many
miles we walk, but I bet over the course of two years we give the pioneers a
run for their money.
Is it illegal to take a picture of the ingredients of a vegetarian
patty and try and make it yourself?
Ethan is on the front row
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