Yesterday
my companions and I went to a city north and higher up from where we live. We
followed a river for about 80% of the way. It was beautiful. The weather
was cool, the sun hidden by clouds but its rays still pierced through … lighting the water
and green hills. I really have the best
mission.
The
city is a missionary’s dream – the houses had addresses!!! Which made finding
people we came to visit much smoother & the people were so nice.
We
knocked at this one door. After stating who we were she closed the door on
me. I wanted to know if the person we
came to visit lived there. So I knocked again.
This time a man came to the door. “Does __________ live here?” I
asked. He said, “Just a moment”
He came back and informed us that the person did not
live anywhere in this area. He just recently moved into this apartment. I then
asked if he knew where the person went to. “Just a moment,” he replied. He came
back with a map. He drew showing us how to get to a police box. He informed us
that they would probably know.
He didn’t believe in Christ.
We ate dinner at an Italian place where for a set
price you can have as many pizzas/pasta/pancake plus the buffet. I had 3
pizzas. So yummy. Plus some Japanese green thing that a man I asked at the buffet
said was yummy. He poured some sauce on it. It was yummy. I informed him as
such after I tried it. I still don’t know what it was.
