Pretty awesome week here in Hastings. Finally feeling a little more settled into the missionary life. But still working on the language. Yes, I know its English. Ah, but it's so, so different. How different? Let me tell you!
This week we were talking to a British man in the street. It was a super awesome conversation, we were talking about his family and the plan of salvation. He then rambled for like 45 seconds and, I'm serious, I didn't catch a word. Apparently neither did my companion. We just sat in silence, and then we just parted ways with nothing else said. HA! So weird.
I also went up to a man this week who was wearing vibrant red pants. I went up and said, "Sir I love your pants!" He muttered something about disrespectful teens under his breath and walked off. I was so confused. My companion then told me that, in England, pants are called trousers. Pants actually means “underwear” here. So I told that man “I love your underwear!” I seriously wanted to run my head through a door.
Besides that, the work here is amazing! There is nothing better them proclaiming the message I'm so passionate about! Even when people don't want to listen. Satan works on EVERYONE! We must do all we can to stay strong in our Savior, and fight against Satan!
I love you all!
1. Every donut was free. No joke
2. Our District!
3. I love Elder McSpadden
4. Fall leaves