So this week was pretty amazing! Ish! Nothing TOO spectacular happened.
The Good Things: We taught met two amazing young men this week. One is an 16 year old Afghan Refuge named Mahdi who speaks pretty good English and the other is a regular kid from Romania named Claudio who speaks pretty good Swedish. They are awesome! Madhi needs some help leaving Islam because all of his friends are Muslim but we taught him the restoration at the library and it was an INCREDIBLY spiritual lesson. We taught Claudio on the street about the Book of Mormon and he was all like "Wait, so, is there a store I can buy this book at?" And I was like YEAH there is. It's called, my HANDS. TAKE IT.
Just kidding, I didn't phrase it quite like that. Plus it was all in Swedish so it probably would've come out a bit awkward if I did try and say it.
Btw, favorite Swedish word of the week: Sjuksköterska. It means nurse. But it's pronounced whukwheterska (with the 'wh' sounds like 'whiskey' as pronounced in the movie Hot Rod)
But yeah, good stuff!
Bad things: We haven't seen Jose yet. He still never answers his phone. We're not sure if he's still positive. Or maybe he's just super busy. I believe in him. Pray for him! Still haven't had anyone at church.
To explain the subject of the email. I went on splits with the Zone leaders again this week, and I got Äldste Svensson! A real live Swede from Örebro! To describe Äldste Svensson, imagine Draco Malfoy, but whiter, and a missionary. He's the best! I learned so much Swedish from him and I feel like my accent is really getting better. He's a #reallegend. We went out and contacted/tracted for about 4 hours straight in NOTHING but Swedish. No English lessons. Nothing but Svenska. My head totally hurt afterward, and it was hard. But it felt good!
The only other story I want is include is of a 95 year old super nice less active member woman we visit occasionally named Margit. Not only do you have to speak good Swedish with her but you have to yell or she won't hear you! We were talking with her and she said something about her being 75 years old. We were like, "ugh...Margit, you're 95." She said WHAT?! And we repeated "MARGIT, YOU'RE 95 YEARS OLD NOT 75!" And she said Wha? Am I really so old?! We said yes. 😆 We probably laughed harder than we should.
Here is a video of Äldste Svensson. I gave him a valentine I got in the mail and he TOTALLY didn't trust it. He thought it was gonna like get powder all over him or something. (it's one of those valentine balloons you have to smash first)
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