Reppin' That Gospel: November 19th

You hear missionaries say all the time "It's hard having doors slammed in your face". Psh whatever, people don't actually do that. BUT THIS TIME IT DID! We go up to a door and a woman answers and I go:

"Hi ma'am! We're missionaries and we go around sharing messages about Jesus Christ--" (this usually gets people because Texas loves Jesus)

"Thanks." and she literally slammed the door. I think before my mission that would've hurt my feel-bads but there's something about being a missionary that makes rude people hilarious.

Sister Nelson and I were planning one night (we plan every minute of the next day the night before) and we both felt like we should go to this certain street. That next evening, we had taught THREE lessons and gotten THREE new investigators within about ten houses. The spirit is real, the church is true.

We were tracting a cul-de-sac one night when I saw this cute little black and white cat. He would be rolling on the ground, pretending like he wanted me to pet him, until I got to be about three feet away, then he would get up and sprint. The cycle happened several times. Sister Nelson finally caught him and gave him to me and the cat started throwing a fit. Whatever, cat. I held on for a minute then let him go. After that, he would just follow us everywhere. He sat on each driveway while we went up to the doors. I named him Bojangles.

Okay I feel like all my stories come from tracting. Anyway. We knock on a door and a man comes out and we're talking to him about how we have a living prophet. He goes "No. Prophets stopped with Jesus." And by the end of the conversation, he's like "Yeah! We need a prophet nowadays!" And we're going back to teach him soon. :)

One last tracting story! We knocked on the first house on the street and a man in his 50s answers. We're talking casually and after a little while, I introduce myself (that's usually how it goes- introductions in the middle or end) and when I put out my hand for him to shake it, he keeps his hand behind his back and says "Sorry, gotta be safe when people come to your door" and in that moment I realized he had a gun behind his back. HOLY COW. Yeah , so good thing we got on his good side. :) He later put it down and showed us his garden. He's a gun-carrying horticulturist... only in Texas.