신낙규, our ward mission leader, signed up our district to perform a special musical number in Sacrament meeting this week. Apparently nobody told him that, excepting Elder Craven, none of us can sing. But deciding to give it a shot anyway, we chose to sing "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" (well, the other guys are singing, I'm on the piano), because the other missionaries say that old Koreans loooove that song, and our ward is stuffed full of old people. The problem is, we have no sheet music for it, so I'm left to figure out an arrangement by ear. But get this: I'm actually doing it. Miracle. (Of course, the song's not terribly complicated, but I'm not a terribly good pianist.)
I learned the other day that this little convenience store super close to our apartment has these awesome strawberry cookies 'n' cream ice cream bars for 60 cents. Miracle.
In Conference, Robert D. Hales actually told the young adults of the church to take their time while dating and not rush into marriage. You can't imagine my amazement. Miracle.
On Monday, Elder Pettit made a huge batch of curry to last for a few days (just for himself). Then on Tuesday, I took his place on exchanges, meaning his curry was now mine. Miracle.
While on the said exchanges, Elder Craven and I are walking down the street in the far reaches of our boundaries, an area that neither one of us are familiar with. It's dinnertime. We both feel prompted to turn down this one side street in search of food. There's a 김밥 (kimbap) place that we consider for a minute, but it just doesn't feel right. So we continue on, go about 30 feet, and boom. Pizzaschool (super cheap pizza place that missionaries eat at all the time). Miracle.
On Thursday, Elder Ellsworth says to me: "I get the feeling that this Sunday's gonna be a big food Sunday." Sunday rolls around, and the ward gives us so much food we literally have no clue what to do with it. Both our fridges are stuffed full, and there are bags of food on every surface in the kitchen, and then some on our beds, too. (Sidenote: Not sure I've mentioned this, but when I say "bed", I'm referring to pads on the floor. That's what most people sleep on over here. It's really comfortable.) Koreans love giving the missionaries food, but everyone in our district says they've never seen it on this scale before. And somehow Ellsworth could feel it coming. Miracle.
But the best miracles of the week were named 정성근 and Kenny Lee. If you took the number of investigators we had last week and multiplied it by 7,000, you'd still have less than we have this week. Because there were 0 last week. But now we have 2! 정성근 (Jeong Seonggeun) is super awesome, and told us the day after we first met that "reading the Book of Mormon is [his] new hobby." And Kenny Lee is this awesome super old dude who loves studying the Bible but says he doesn't really like going to any other churches, but we took him through our building and he said he felt super peaceful there. And his oldest son graduated from Texas A&M, and his other son teaches in Dallas! So he likes me a lot. Americans don't understand how important those kinds of little connections can be in Korean culture. Miracles.
Stay classy, my 친구들.
리스 장로, workin' some more miracles.
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