Whew. Another week. It just goes by so quickly. Preparation day is a little bit like the eye of the storm- everyday, we're just... busy. Really busy. It's good as not being busy as a missionary would be a huge cause to worry, and it's only in the wind that the roots grow strong.
I hope that all is going well with teaching, and learning, and working, and studying, and planning, and dreaming. One thing about being a missionary is that's it a pretty simple life- simple, but never monotonous. As a companionship we're getting along well, and it's certainly a huge privilege to be able to work more closely to President and Sister Christensen. We had a leadership training meeting this week with people from all over the mission, and another meeting this week, and transfer calls are this week, already. It really goes so fast.
We talked this week at the meeting about, among other things, consecration. President Christensen, of course, shows a stunning example of this both in what he has given up {leaving his medical practice at home for three years}, but also in how he uses his time and efforts here. Always to serve and to love, and I hope that through his and others' examples I to can learn to always "cheerfully do all things that lie in [my] power" as we seek to "waste and wear out our lives" for the Lord. It's a miracle that as we do what we can and seek to give Him all, He changes our desires so that there is nothing so enjoyable or fulfilling as heading outside for 9 hours to talk to people about Jesus Christ.
I served with Elder Rosenberg {former companion} one day this week on exchanges, and Hohyeon Lee, who Caleb will remember well, another. He is doing very well, and says to say hi.
In limited time, some fun events from the past week include having two Chinese investigators at church. Sister Deng {the other Chinese-speaking missionary in the mission} goes home this transfer, and my Chinese has gotten a little rusty, so it's going to be hard, but it's going to be fun. It helps me to remember that although the farther we get in our missions the easier it can be to rely on our own skills and experience, the more important is is every day to rely more and more on the Lord in every situation.
Seeing people asleep on the subway in funny positions is one of life's simple joys.
The service missionaries that visited our ward when I was in Ilsan came again to Sindang yesterday {the ones who showed the bizarre videos about service}. We watched the same videos- a small bear getting mauled by a cougar (which played directly after one of our investigators came in), a five minute video of flying geese with inspirational quotes set to the music of what seems to be Gladiator or something along those lines, and a study about cursing at and complimenting onions. Just as before, there was lots of confusion, and translating the obscure point about baby bears that began the presentation into Chinese was beyond me.
I had the opportunity to meet with a couple of young missionaries this week for the language progress program evaluation, which is always a privilege. They really do so well, sometimes Korean just gets a little bit mixed up. Yesterday's top sentence was: "Everyone looks for trials. Through this message you can make them last."
There was an article in the Liahona {church magazine} this month about some missionaries that sang a hymn with an investigator family, and it was just what they needed. As I was thinking about that, we met an older brother on the street yesterday and invited him to come right then and rest and talk in the church. We went and sat in the chapel, and started off singing the hymn that he opened to after showing interest in the hymnbooks there; "Be Still, My Soul."
Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
Elder South