We got off 40 minutes of an express bus in the middle of nowhere to meet her. we were dropped off on the side of the freeway. no one in sight, cars whizzing by... but sure enough, after a while, someone started walking towards us on the other side of the road all the way down the hill.
She has light shining from her face. She accepted the book of Mormon with open arms and an open heart. In an ideal first lesson, we ask new investigators what questions they have that they might like answered in the course of our meetings. All of her questions, in stead of being doctrinal, were how she could act. How can I come to church? What do I wear for church?
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There was a group of teenage boys that came and sat behind us on a train we were on this week. One of them said that he knew me. oh ya? my beautiful but very timid companion refused to look towards them, but I asked him where and how. He thought that maybe it was in LeClerc ( a grocery store, but not where we shop), with someone else. Well, it has gotta be me, there's no one else with red hair wearing a nametag of Jesus Christ. They were so excited that we were americans and wanted to speak all of the phrases they know in English (all english books here start with a scenario: where is bryan? Bryan is in the kitchen) and we thought it safest to hop on the next car at that stop. We left, explaining about sisters and missionaries on the way out.
But we were followed by a man with a basketball.
'Good move.' uh oh--- but he was interested in our message, and he and probablt the whole car of people had heard quite clearly that we were 'soeurs' (what the french call nuns). He will come to church next week. and hopefully english class. As we were talking about faith and religion, we arrived at the 'terminus,' Melun. We all got off. including the gang of boys.
Instead of making fun of us getting off but staying on the train, two of them came up to me, asking what we really did. and how much we were paid. As I calmly explained that we are not paid, our families and us pay our way, the white one became really shocked. They are both muslim. I said that I still respected them a lot. and they looked at us one last time and said, now quite serious, that they respected us a lot too.
A little about calling down the powers of heaven. Saturday there was a stake RS activity that I really wanted to go to. Not only would Nogent, my home ward, be there, but I also had to help the sisters of Melun sing their song.
We had invited all of our investigators, and several said 'maybe' but then had cancelled. The night before, we did not have an investigator to come with us, but I had even signed us up on the carpool with an investigator. We Had to find one!
I went into the bedroom and continued calling people on my knees. then, after praying again, a name of an eternal investigator I have never actually taught but who came to church once came to mind. I called. She was interested. and she was going to come. if she woke up.
Throughout the night, I kept on praying that she would wake up. She is a school teacher, and tired, but it was our last bet! I prayed so hard. Even that morning.
She showed up, and a recent Convert, Ella also showed up for the carpool. oh, I praised the name of the Lord. I was so happy. So much thought and prayer, and God has to do something. The powers of Heavevn were called down.
Thankyou for your love, support, you are all great.
Soeur Wilson
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