Each group of missionaries has two days when they actually go out and tract. The first week we take the train into Manchester and do street tracting. We had our 2nd go at this and I must say it was a little easier the 2nd time. Richard and I went together and ended up teaching a group of 8 young college students who were on an art field trip in the city that day. They were sitting on a ledge resting when we approached them. We told them why we are here, talked about their belief in God, gave them copies of the B of M and ended up laughing, hugging and collecting email addresses. Since then we have emailed them but have had only one response (typical missionary work) but we will persist and hopefully find a way to meet them again.
The second week we drive them to an area, assign each companionship a number of blocks of houses and set them loose. It never ceases to amaze me that some of them actually get inside. Yesterday our little elder from Turkey just kept saying, "All Catholic. All say Catholic!" And indeed that is the familiar come back. They are Catholic so they are satisfied. But it is such great experience and they are pretty hyped up when they return.
I am continually amazed at their diligence. When you study all day, and seek the spirit continually, things happen. We just have 4 more days with this group, and we will miss them terribly but now realize that this is going to be the cycle. They come bleary eyed and in shock. They begin to wake up about 2 days after they arrive. By one week, they have taken off, by two weeks they are soaring, and by the time they leave they are chomping at the bit to get going. A remarkable transformation. A mighty miracle. A sight to behold.
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