This week has been good. We had a great miracle! We had an investigator not turn up to his appointment (at his own house, joy!), so we decided to do some casa (knocking doors) nearby. We get into one apartment block, and a man from Santo Domingo (Domenican Republic maybe?) let us in. He was well brainwashed by the Jehovah's witnesses, so we didn't set a return appointment. At this point it was eight o clock, the time we usually stop knocking doors because otherwise the Italians call the police. But we had one floor to go, so I insisted we continue, because we probably wouldn't be able to knock them another time. So we did. The first door opened to a man. We try speaking to him, but it turns out he can't speak Italian very well, so he goes and gets his wife. I find out that they are Romanian, so I use my gift of tongues and ask "Che fac?", which is basically "How are you?" She's surprised, smiles, and asks why were here. My companion says "Well, we're Missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of..." And she insists that we come in! We end up teaching them a lesson and we have another return appointment for tomorrow! It was a simple miracle but one that showed me how even the little things, like learning a phrase or two in the language of the poeple that you are speaking to, is important, and can potentially mean the difference in an entire family reaching salvation or not.
And when he had called the people unto him with his disciples also, he said unto them, Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
– Mark 8:34.
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
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