Crystal Meth and the Bird

Greetings!

 

Nothin' new to report really, other than it's been an uncharacteristic uneventful week. Weird.

 

Oh, except for the crystal meth and the bird. 

Saturday was going to be a finding day, 'cause we didn't have any set appointments. We'd made a list of former investigators to stalk, potentials to stop by, and streets to tract. In the morning I felt like maybe we should go see J. We'd already had lessons with him Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday though, so I kinda fought the idea for a while, especially 'cause I was thinkin' that I only wanted to see him, because it's nice seeing people who like to talk to you rather than looking for people who will--but we really need to be finding new people. But eventually I caved. And it was a good thing I did.

 

We knocked on his door, and a girl (I'm assuming his sister) opened the door. We asked for J, and we heard him call "just a minute!" So we waited outside. We wandered a few feet away to look at the stairs that lead to apartments right above his. There was stuff that looked like rock salt all over them. Buuut my companion knows more than I do and recognized it to be crystal meth. The things you learn on a mission.

 

Then we heard screams from J's apartment and one of his other sisters ran out. There was a bird that somehow got in their apartment, and they couldn't get it out. Eventually it flew out, J came out, and things settled down. J was really sad 'cause he's got an addiction problem (not to crystal meth) that makes him feel like a terrible person. He said really need to talk to somebody about the Lord today, and that he had been planning on talking to his pastor from before, but was glad we had come instead. And we were glad too. Pastors don't seem to like Mormons generally. Yet people seem to trust them more than they trust Heavenly Father. Weird. 

 

And then J came to church the next day and got some of his questions/concerns resolved. Revelation through church attendance for the win. J's fantastic. And so is Heavenly Father.

 

Also we had interviews with President Cleveland on Tuesday. Every time he sees me he tells me that I've been in my area too long, and that we'll have to get me out of there. Buuut then he told me that I would be finishing Sister Tolman's training there, but then I would need to leave. So I should be in Bloomington until New Years. But by next week I'll know if that's really what will happen.

 

The rest of the day, we did splits with the IU sisters, 'cause SIster Allen was sick. That was probably my fault because I asked her the week before if she ever had to take a sick day before. She hadn't until Tuesday--and she's only got like 3 months left. Oops.

 

That's all for this time!

 

Much love,

 

Sister Bowen