A few days ago we set up an appointment with a very religious man named Domingo (I don't know what religion...I don't speak Spanish). Anyway when we showed up we realized that we had been tricked. He had invited us to his bible study. At first I was pissed. Who does this guy think I am? Does he honestly think that I wear a plaque (editor's note: her name badge) and traveled all the way down to Argentina to find his religion? Then I thought, "I bet that is what everyone thinks about me. And all I want is for people to be humble and listen to my message. Alright I'll do it. Maybe he is right. I'm going to be open to this and try it out." So I did. After an hour I still felt empty and sure that my religion was the most correct. So when a pause in the conversation came I said in my broken Spanish, "Perdon. We need to go. Can we share our testimony? Ok. I know the Bible is true. I know Jesus Christ is my Savior. I know the Bible is true (now you understand how limited my vocab is haha). I know that Joseph was a prophet and that he...The Book of Mormon...The Book of Mormon another testimony of Christ. I know that Bible is true too. Thank you, but we teach people in street. Understand?" They did. Then my companion bore her testimony, then they asked a few questions, and then we left.
Oh I hope I never forget that night. It was so funny also uplifting. That morning Hermana Eyestone was telling me how she didn't want to go and I just said, "No, we have to go bare our testimonies. And that is exactly what I did.
Go get 'em, Hannah!
ReplyDeleteYou don't know that someone in that room was not affected by your spirit ... and they may not even have known it at the time. You were planting seeds ... that's a big part of why you're there.
Judy