May 26, 2014
This week of 'nary work in Canada has been going swell. We have still had a lot of chances for service, which has been great, and still getting out there and talking with the people of Medicine Hat. It was a week of miracles, hard work, and the hot sun. But the weather isn't the only thing heating up.
We have a gator named Greg, who we have been teaching for a long time. We finally were able to get a lesson with him on Tuesday night, because of his work schedule, he is so hard to meet with him. The last lesson we had with him we got him on date, but then never really progressed from there. It has almost been a month since our last sit down visit. We brought a member from the ward, who we thought would match him well. Turns out, they did! The member was there to help answer a lot of his questions, invited him to church, and offered a ride. The member really helped him start to progress. Members are so important! Greg still wasn't able to make it to church, despite the very strong spirit that was present during the lesson. It is a complicated situation with his ex-wife. It's going to take a miracle to get him to church.
With Greg, he has never given us a firm "yes" with the church commitment. It was amazing to see that once the member invited him and offered to have him sit with his family, that Greg lit up and accepted. The member is the key to progression for gators. He did everything perfectly, let us teach, bore testimony frequently, and genuinely wanted to be his friend. That is what makes great fellowship, that is why we have member present lessons. Go members!
For the last transfer or so, I don't know why exactly, but I feel like I haven't been at my A game. This last week was a turning point from that. We have things starting to get warmer and warmer. We are planning on a baptism this Saturday for Martina, which will be wonderful, and we have a busy week. It's coming back to me, slowly but surely. You can't teach a kid to run, before you teach him to walk.
I am enjoying my time serving in the armed forces of the gospel. Sometimes you feel like you're in the middle of a war zone, with a tank behind you, breathing down your neck. We continue to push onward, because the harvest is not over. "Fight for the right!", is what I picture myself screaming as we plunge into the field of battle. I love you all!
Love,Elder Browning III
Elder Sargent Browning III
You shall not pass!!!