I Don't Even Remember

I was looking around on Mormon.org, and I searched for my own profile with the intent of rewriting it to sound better, but I realized that my English has digressed so much, that I can barely even understand. 

Mom, you wrote me a letter with you week backwards so I'll try and do the same. 

Today- 

man... do I even remember what happened this week? The first week of my mission seemed so long.... Now it's... wow. 

Anywho. 

We made a deal with some American members from Misawa. We said we'd give them the map with all of the recycle shops in Hachinohe that missionaries had found, if 

1. they'd take us there

2. if we got pizza. 

Actually we're not that mean, they just did both of them because they're nice. 

So... We surfed recycle shops. They're like the DI but with everything. In Japan it's really expensive to throw stuff away, so it's better just to clean off something and sell it to a recycle shop. (they give you like, what, ten yen for something... not really worth it. However it's better than paying the 200 bucks to throw it away) 

So yep. Found some nice 1 dollar ties. 

Sunday- 

Fukagawa-San came to church. WHOO! We were supposed to teach young men's, and since we only have two young men, we decided to do a joint lesson with both of them. 

It was pretty good, but I felt like it was hard to teach Fukagawa-San, so after while Mo-Choro was talking to Yuuki-Kun (one of the young men) I taught Fukagawa-San the first lesson and gave him a Book of Mormon. 

I told him how all that we're saying rests on wether this little book is true. If this book is true, then God really does exist, Joseph Smith really was His prophet, and this church is the only way to find true and lasting happiness. 

He paused for a while, deep in thought. 

"What do you think about all this?" I asked after a bit of silence. 

"I feel something... difficult to explain... Something deep. Something.... I want to say mysterious, but it just doesn't seem to fit.... How do you describe it?"

I testified that the feeling was the Spirit. He said he'd read it and pray. 

I love teaching the gospel to people who actually want to learn. It boosts your faith. 

I've been pondering a lot about a lot of different gospel principals, and a pattern of seeking and asking, then after words receiving truth- (not always the one I wanted)- has occurred so often that in general, just having faith is a lot easier. 

Truth seeking, and getting revelation is probably the most important quest we have in this life. 

Knowledge, true knowledge (knowledge of truth) is so powerful... SOOOO POWERFUL! Knowledge understood and remembered will change our behavior and even our very desires. 

Yep.

Yep...

Oh I just remembered two things- 

So Japanese people here in Japan when they initially see us, their brain instantly thinks (for some odd reason) that they won't be able to understand anything that we speak- so even if we're spitting out fluent Japanese, they just get confused.

One lady at a restaurant today was trying to hard to speak English to me after I'd spoken to her in Japanese. I looked and her and told her, "Look, I speak Japanese.... Is it okay if we talk in Japanese?" 

But then other times like at a shop today, I started talking with an older woman in the line and she got super surprised and exclaimed "You speak Japanese better than I do!" And started telling all of the people around to listen to me. Laugh...

I don't even remember what happened on Saturday... 

We did our English Class.

I love doing missionary work. 

We were riding our bikes when we heard a man screaming at another one, and I stopped and saw though a fence and past some cars all these people holding this one guy back from getting this other guy. I rolled my bike back a little bit to see what was going on.. .and I saw cameras! It was a movie! Hopefully I'm in the background of it. 

Then a crazy guy came up to us. (Mo- Choro's two fears are crazy people and centipedes. (I just killed one for him, I chopped it into a centi-pieces) ) 

So yep. It was way funny. He was probably drunk and started to try and speak English to me, and gave me a hand massage at one point. He told us to come over to his house some time... I asked him to write down his address for us. He just said, "no no no... nono." It was pretty funny... Ah... I love crazy guys. 

(It's nice because every crazy person in Japan (almost every person in Japan) is very little. It's not even scary. You know they don't have a gun- plus you're like twice their size so... they probably couldn't even push me over.) 

Ummm... We had a ZTM (Zone Training Meeting) I gave a training, because the Zone Leader's onegaied me. (asked me to) Yep. It was good... I guess. 

I talked with people on the trains. (My favorite type of dendo.) 

uhhh.... 

I love studying the gospel. I'm ready for some good old deep gospel questions.

Anywho. 

I love ya'll. You're all awesome!

Elder Wheelwright