Bianca in Berlin: Are we still as cute as you thought we were? (week 13)

This week was nuts. To tell you how good it was, I'll tell you that...

"E" IS ON BAPTISMAL DATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For June 1st!!! It's coming up quick but she's so ready. The other day we went to eat at a restaurant and we had all gotten our food and started to eat when she said, "Guys, we forgot something! We forgot to pray!" She's normally SUPER shy about praying with us but she agreed to pray... In the middle of a public place... What's up son? That's how we do it.

On Thursday we had a ton of extra time so we did finding. We asked a member and a less active to pray for us so that we could find some success, but the whole day, we didn't find anyone will real interest. We felt a lot of pressure to have something good happen as we had asked two people to pray for us, and we didn't want to have nothing to tell them. It was getting close to our dinner hour so we stepped up our game... Still nothing. We decided to stay out as long as we needed to in order to find someone. Half an hour later, we finally talked to someone who said they wanted to meet and we set up an appointment. This was our first new investigator for the week.

We got another new investigator when we went to an appointment with our neighbor. We had talked to her outside one day and she said she wanted us to come over, but she wasn't there when we went by, so we left a note. Her husband called us a week later and set up an appointment. We showed up and our neighbor, her husband, her sister, and her brother-in-law were all there, including her three kids. Dang we were pumped. Until they told us they were Muslim. Remembering our last appointments with Muslims, I almost wet my pants. Seven Muslims. Two Mormons. Nevertheless, we gave a rockin first lesson and they complimented me on my German. Success.

We had Zone Training Meeting in Hannover (and interviews with President Kosak) on Wednesday. Tuesday night we went to the Hauptbahnhof to check train times. Ask we walked in, there were three guys who were, for lack of a better term, checking us out. We stopped at the kiosk and one of them came up to us and asked us who we were/what we were doing/etc. We exchanged numbers and left. Saturday night we met with all three of them, "D", "O", and "G", and had a super sweet, fun first lesson. "D" told us that when he saw us, he noticed how happy we were and the light in our eyes, and that's why he came to talk to us. Normally it's hard to meet with more than one person because they're all on different levels, but they are all super prepared! "D" is the most prepared though and we're already planning on getting him in the water soon. This made our new investigator count for the week up to five.

Although we had a lot of success finding new people and we got in contact again with two old investigators, we lost contact with four of others. It's a roller coaster, but that's missionary life.

We had the funniest, most awkward conversation while finding the other day. As a preface, as missionaries, it's a rule that we use "Sie sprache" (formal way of speaking, used with people you don't know) with everyone, even with other missionaries, including your companion. The other way of speaking is called "Du sprache," (informal, used with family and friends), and we are only allowed to use it on people younger than us.

Okay, so here's the story.

We were walking around and we see this twenty-ish year old guy riding a bike and doing some cool tricks and my companion goes up to him and suddenly loses all her words and says, "Können Sie... uh... uh... um.... etwas... uh... cool machen?" (Can you... uh... uh... um...do something... uh... cool?) And he was like, in English, "Do you speak English?" And we were like "um, yes, is it really THAT obvious?" And we go on to have a conversation in English with this German guy, during which a bee flies near my companion and she accidentally smacks it out of the sky, hahahaha, he didn't even notice and it was super funny. Then we asked him how old he was and he said, "I'm in ninth grade." And in my mind I'm thinking, "Oh right, cause the German school system is way different from America." And he continues, "...I'm fifteen."

SAY WHAAAAT.

Pretty sure my jaw dropped on the floor because I would've put all my money on the fact that he looks like he's 25.

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. We visited a flea market, taught a chastity lesson, tried to bribe "L S" with Caro coffee, my tongue got so burnt from a sip of tea that it shriveled up and [almost] fell out, we saw President and Sister Kosak, and visited the highest church steeple in Niedersachsen with the Lüke family.

The book is blue and the Church is true!

Til next time,

Sister Seamons