This week we had zone conference. I got there and Sister Bakker said,
" are you excited for your musical number?!"... And I said "what
musical number?". So we winged it together. Luckily, Elder Clawson is
a mad pianist and Sister Bakker a crazy good singer.

Some highlights from the week:

We met Roberto's wife! The only way I can describe them is "Latin
Lovers". They're in the middle of getting a divorce, and I'm pretty
sure we walked in on a more intense conversation. We had brought an
adorable member with us, Marie:). She's visiting her Sister from Utah,
and she is the best. Any way, she was expecting to teach the word of
wisdom with us, but instead she played with the two children as we
tried to teach charity to Roberto and comfort his wife. BUT, now his
wife loves us and said she's going to invite us over for Cuban food:).

In other news, WE SET A BAPTISMAL DATE WITH PIERRE! It was just the
funniest and coolest experience. Once upon a time, there was an old
man in a muggy apartment complex in the streets of Mülheim.
*bzzzzzzzz. The Sisters are here. Rapidly he dresses, or so rapidly he
thought. (10 minutes later--kind of like spongebob, and we're still
waiting outside his door) *bzzzzzzz. Shoes on to protect his feet from
the molded carpet, Pierre is ready to answer the door. Smiling,
greeting, laughing. Lights turn on "Und Es gab licht! (And there was
light)", Sister Johnson muses. Readily reaching, Pierre with the Book
of Mormon in hand retorts, "nein, hier ist licht!(no, here is
light!)", caressing it all the while. And then we knew, and invited
him to be baptized, and he said yes:). Now he and Roberto are getting
baptized on the fourth of November! Just before the end of the
transfer!

We met an adorable Persian family:). I met the mother with her little
son just chilling on an escalator and then we ended up talking and
walking together for 5 minutes. We had just received Persian book of
Mormons, so I offered to bring her one. I just can't describe how much
I love her. We went and dropped the book off yesterday and invited her
to a Persian party on Thursday (teaching with the Della corte's and
two other Persian families and Schwester sahebi). I'm really excited
to be teaching an entire family:).

We went to an Affen park today (monkeys). We all smell super bad.
Shout out to Schwester Nowak. She is our mother away from home:).

I ate food at IKEA. Who knew they had food?! It's the Costco of
Europe, just not as good and way too confusing. It took us ten minutes
to find our way out, haha:).

We had three people ride with us to church yesterday. We were all
tired, so when our stop came, we all slowly moved to the doors, but
then the bahn halted forward. Pierre fell backwards onto me and then
we had to take a reverse bahn to get back to the church. And then we had
three others there as well. It was a hectic Sunday, but I really think
it was an answer to a lot of the members prayers. They've been doing a
month long fast for us missionaries and the work here in Köln, and
it's really starting to go crazy. There is so much power and strength
that comes from fasting. The scriptures promise us the power of God as
we fast, study, and pray. And for me, this week as I fasted, this
power came in the form of the ability to be happy, even when I didn't
want to be. I know God loves each one of us, and I know he has
wondrous plans for us all. I love you!

Sister Johnson

This week was really busy. Tuesdays are always uneventful. I don't
know why. I can never remember them. But, Wednesday, we had a split
with the other sisters here in Leverkusen because we had two
appointments. I went with sister Catherall. She's only been out one
more transfer than me. We went to an inactive members house to teach
the new convert lessons to their duster who just got baptized in the
Philippines. It was weird not having sister Riser there because
neither of us knew German all too well. I kept asking her for words
and she wouldn't know so we'd have to improvise and I'm pretty sure we
said "gott liebt dich" a million times. It was funny. We ate chocolate
on the way home to console ourselves:P.

I ran into ten Spanish speakers. Sister Riser and I have decided that
God is yelling at me to learn Spanish because she has never run into
so many Spanish speakers in her entire mission. Also, the amount of
hot chocolate I will have to drink this winter to have lessons in
cafes will keep the hot chocolate business alive. Gallons upon liters.

Our sink decided to threw up all of our neighbors drainage as well. We
came home one night, and I ran into the kitchen to get Oreo milka
chocolate (you don't even know how good) when I ran into a giant
puddle of water. The next day, it did it again, only we had definitely
never eaten what came out of the drain. Needless to say, our super
nice apartment smells super bad.

Ok, now I remember Tuesday. We had a lesson with Roberto at a members
house. They are from Columbia. Sister Riser was totally out of the
loop because they all spoke Spanish together. We were trying to teach
the restoration, and had brother Castillo just give a short
explanation of God's plan for us. Within 20 seconds he had jumped to
describing the kingdoms of glory. He also told Roberto that in order
to be in the highest kingdom we have to be married here on earth. I
was really grateful for the gift of tongues and that I understood
enough Spanish so that we didn't have any huge misunderstandings.
Whew! We also met with Roberto on Saturday with our ward mission
leader Casey. He's from America and served in Mexico and lives here
playing in some symphony now, so he's basically superman. He got
Roberto to really open up about his life at home which was good.
Roberto then bore testimony to us of this gospel. After four weeks he
says he can already see the difference in himself. He knows he's
becoming better. He knows it's true. I'm amazed because we haven't
done much for him. We've just given him the Book of Mormon and the
gospel of Jesus Christ and invited him to follow Christ and God did
the rest. We're so excited for his baptism. It's going to be the best
day of my life. Roberto is like a 49 year old son (at least that's how
it feels when I set him up on "play dates" with Spanish speaking
members in the ward).

Craziest miracle on Monday. We had forty minutes so we went dooring.
We accidentally doored into the family of Micheova. We found out why
she hadn't answered us (she was in the hospital) and then the whole
family wanted to hear our message. So, we skyped in some Bulgarian
elders to teach them. It was kind of crazy. We just sat there for two
hours without understanding a single word. This family is so
charitable. They continuously throw food at us if we ever don't have
any food in front of us even though they are poor. It's interesting
how quick and easily some cultures accept Jesus Christ. She invited us
in because we had a book that said "another testament of Jesus Christ"
and then treats us super well because we wear his name. It led me to
think about how Christ felt when he was on the earth. What it was like
for him to receive so much love and charity from people who have
nothing. I always want to cry, but that's not socially acceptable and
they don't understand German so I couldn't explain why I'm crying if I
wanted to, haha:).

I've been thinking a lot about potential this week. I was trying to
understand why it is that God asked me to serve a mission. Why he's
asking me to be better than I have been when I was already good. Then
I stumbled on this quote from the Apostle, elder Uchtdorf:

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf said, “God sent you here to prepare for a
future greater than anything you can imagine.” That future, a day at a
time, comes alive when you do more than just exist; it comes alive
when you live your life to fill the measure of your creation. This
invites the Lord into your life, and you begin to let His will become
yours."(Discovering the Divinity Within)

He's preparing me, just like he's preparing all of you, to truly
become like him. In 3 Nephi 27:27 Christ is speaking to the Nephites
after he established his church in the Americas and says, "Therefore,
what manner of men ought ye to be? Verily I say unto you, even as I
am". I am nowhere close to being like Christ, but I get closer
everyday, and that's all that matters. "Wherefore, ye must press
forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of
hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press
forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end,
behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life."(2 Nephi
31:20).

I will never be able to let the people I meet here go. They don't even
know how wonderful they are. Which leads me to the topic of all of
you:).You have no idea how amazing you are and how much I love you.
You really don't know how much you do, for me and for everyone else
you come in contact with.

Bis nächste Woche,
Sister Johnson

Crazy week.

Only downside of Köln is traveling. Everything is an hour away, if not
more. Buses will make you sick, and you have to take them a lot. More
than half of our proselytize time is on an u bahn or a bus haha:).

Roberto is getting baptized on October 22nd!! We met with him and he
said he knew the Book of Mormon was true and that he wanted to be
baptized! Our translator was sick so I ended up translating from
Spanish to English when he spoke and German to Spanish when sister
riser spoke. It was a lovely time, haha:). Arrepentimiento is the
hardest word to say in Spanish. I doubt that's even spelled right, but
we talked about repentance so I had to say it a ton:P. He came to
conference... And he brought his daughter! She's three and adorably
insane. We have a "geheimnis" (mystery) behind the curtains in the
cultural hall, and she would just keep asking to go see it. Kids are
really imaginative because there was literally a basketball back
there, that's it. Pierre came to conference as well. We taught him on
Thursday with schwester fondja. He fell asleep during the lesson (he's
got some sicknesses) so we ended the lesson early, and we thought we
really hadn't made a difference, that he wouldn't be any closer to
receiving an answer about the Book of Mormon, but at the end he
stopped us and told us that we had truly helped him and that he was
sorry he was so tired. It was really sweet and eye opening. He and
Roberto loved conference. They talked about how much power the men had
when the spoke, that they could feel it in their hearts. When I told
them they could watch all 5 sessions online their eyes literally
became hungry and they both pulled out pen and paper so I could write
the web address down for them (lds.org). It was such a testimony
builder to me of the blessing it is to be able to hear from men called
of God to lead his church, to know that that is happening twice a
year. If you didn't watch all of conference, don't worry. I didn't
either. That's why the Internet exsists. Go watch it now:).

More Spanish people are appearing. I used Spanish four times this
week, but it's so bad. Most of the time the people just get annoyed
that I can't speak it quickly with them and they leave:/. It will come
with time and effort.

Another crazy story. We went to actually teach Herr Schiefbahn. When
we walked in the door he brought us upstairs into another apartment
where another man was waiting at the dining room table with coffee for
each of us. We sat down. This man had done research on non church
sponsored sites and was ready to bash our church to the ground. But,
what he didn't understand, was that truth is truth and no one can
confuse it. Schwester Nowak was rapid fire back, and 5 minutes after
we got there we calmed him down and taught the first lesson, the story
of the restoration of the gospel. We killed it. We left them with a
Book of Mormon and a link to meet the Mormons in German and said "call
us when you know it's true".  When we walked out, s. Nowak turned to
me and said "your German! You found every word you needed. It was
amazing. That was really the power of God speaking through you".
Needless to say, I almost cried. We've been speaking German whenever
we're not in the apartment and it's hard. I don't feel like myself in
German, in fact I really don't feel like myself on a mission, but in a
good way. The more I speak it, the better I get, and it was really
nice to have a native German tell me that they could see the
difference. I am way too blessed. I really don't know what I did to
deserve anything I have.

Probably one of the funnier stories of the week (I know that's not a
word) was on Tuesday. We're trying to get in contact with Elisabeth.
She picks up the phone and speaks in French now, which I definitely
can't understand, haha:). So, we went to her neighborhood but she
wasn't there. We ran into a lady looking for a lost cat. So, we
prayed. We heard the cat. So I went wandering through the bushes to
find it. No, I didn't find the cat, but I did step in freshly laid dog
poop from the lady's dog who was looking for the cat. I was in cloth
shoes. Needless to say, I threw those away....

Crazy story. We met a man named Mohammad Ali a few weeks ago with a
woman named Sylvia. We never got in contact with her, and we won't
because she passed away two weeks ago. Mohammad Ali called us this
week interrogating us to know if we had contact with her. It's a
really crazy sad story, but we met with him to sort it all through. He
has a hard life. I mean hard. I remember sitting on the steps by the
Köln dome in agony because I really didn't know how I could help him.
I didn't want to shove religion down his throat  even though I
knew it would help him, but I also couldn't stay there on the steps
while he drank all night. So we went home, really confused. He called
us yesterday, mid conference, so we went to meet him. We brought an
English Book of Mormon (his native language is benjabi... Überraschung
we don't have that haha:)). When he read the intro everything became
still, in a really tangible way. He said he would read the rest and
try to understand. I know that that was the only way we could really
help him. We can't make trials go away, but we can help him to find
eternal joy, a joy that won't change based on our situation.

Coolest member family ever: the Della Corte's. She served in Ukraine
and is from Utah and he served in the Alpine mission and went to
school in Utah, so we spoke English:). They have two kids and live in
a literal fortress in the middle of a neighborhood with a moat.
They're both under thirty and they are still the most involved
missionaries I have ever seen, and their lives are incredibly blessed
for it. We all committed to taking Moroni's challenge in 10:3-5 again
to read the Book of Mormon before sister riser goes home on December
15th and to pray to know if it's true. Sister DC's sister is staying
until December 15th as well, and she said she had never really taken
that challenge and read the whole book and prayed. If you haven't ever
taken the challenge, I challenge you now to do so, and if you have, I
challenge you to do it again. If you just read two chapters a day, you
will be done by the end of the year, and then you can get on your
knees and pray, asking god if the book is true, and I know he will
tell you it is. If it wasn't I wouldn't be on a mission. And because
it is, I have eternal joy in my life, and answers to my questions. I
love the Book of Mormon so much and the power it has to change lives,
including my own. I honestly could not be doing any of this without my
testimony and reliance on the Book of Mormon.

I love you. I pray for you all the time:).

Sister Johnson

IM STAYING IN KÖLN FOR THE NEXT TRANSFER! And I am so happy. The work
is finally booming! Is that the word? haha:) we had an incredible
week. Some highlights:

Funny story: I was on a bahn, and the thing is every time they start
going, there's a giant force against you that pushes you to fall over.
I was excited about something, so I forgot to prepare myself so before
I knew it I was falling, so I took a step.... onto a bicycle, and then
just kept trying to keep my balance. I ended up climbing on this man's
bike and then knocking both it and myself over onto the floor.
Needless to say I was embarrassed.

We met with Roberto! He has already read through the first two books
in el Libro de mormón and he accepts it as the word of God. We taught
him on Saturday with Nadine who is this amazing member. She's about
23, and she speaks fluent Spanish because her husband is from
Columbia. It's a super painfully romantic story because he is in
Columbia right now while she's here, and he's working on getting
citizenship. The cutest thing is that she gets up every night at 3 am
to teach him German so he can pass the language test. That's true
love. Roberto is the coolest man ever. He came to church and we hooked
him up with all of the people who served missions Spanish speaking and
we also have a member from Columbia:) I tried to speak Spanish with
him. It was really funny. But when I rehearsed the first vision in
Spanish he was all surprised, haha. It was really cool:). He loved
church and he's thinking through being baptized. He wants to know
enough first, which we understand.

Next, we had a Brief Aktion on Tuesday. Basically, we put letters in
all the mailboxes on a street that we prayed about than said a day and
time we'd come back. It was amazing how effective it was. People were
ready and waiting to tell us no or to invite us in and talk with them.
Turns out it was a street with three pastors😂. Two miracles happened.
We met an old couple from Chile. They were all ready for us to come
in. They had such amazing testimonies of God and the bible. At one
point, when I apologized for my German accent(which doesn't exist) he
bore testimony to me of the work I was doing and that I never have to
say sorry because I was doing the Lord's work. We were plowing through
the first lesson, and then we got to the Book of Mormon. The spirit
left the room. The man began to shove it away and said he would not
read it. I had the craziest prompting to bare testimony that his son
(passed away 20 years ago) had already accepted this gospel and that
he wanted his parents too as well. The man got flustered and then
stood up for us to leave. I was prompted to say a prayer, so I asked
if we could at least close with a prayer. He looked taken aback, and
said of course. We left on a good note, but I am still insanely
confused by what happened. We were both sitting there thinking about
how they would make such amazing members of the quorum of the twelve
apostles because he kept talking about how perfect his wife was and
what a blessing she was, ugh. I'm still confused haha. I walked out
and started crying. Kind of embarrassing because of all the people
right outside, but I felt like I finally understood what Nephi meant
when he said "3 But I, Nephi, have written what I have written, and I
esteem it as of great worth, and especially unto my people. For I pray
continually for them by day, and mine eyes water my pillow by night,
because of them; and I cry unto my God in faith, and I know that he
will hear my cry". (2 Nephi 33)

The second miracle is a man named Herr Schiefbahn. He was waiting for
us to tell us that he is a challenge and that we could take him on if
we wanted. We said of course. Later that week, we met with him with
Schwester Nowak (she did our whole apartment and is incredible.). He
is what you would imagine a bitter old German man would be like. We
started to pray and he left the room until we were finished. He and s.
Nowak kind of started what sounded like fighting in German, and it was
fast and I couldn't understand, but I was sure they were fighting.
They weren't, I guess that's just how Germans are. I would just jump
in and bear testimony of simple things, and it was really cool to see
how that shut him up for a second, and then he'd have to take some
time to come up with a rebuddle. At the end, we sorted everything out,
and we're all coming back on Friday to actually teach haha:). At the
end, he asked if we would like some chocolate, but I thought he just
asked if I like chocolate, so I said "immer". He then went and brought
me a chocolate bar. I love him. He's like a grumpy old grandpa:). S.
Nowak is having us over for lunch before so we can "game plan".

Now Pierre. We met with him with Schwester Sahebi. Craziest miracle.
We needed a member for the lesson and it was the morning of and we had
none. We looked at the member list and saw her name, thinking she was
some one else. She said she would teach with us. That day we find out
she's a less active with a lot of health problems, so we were scared.
But she came and was an amazing teacher. She brought Pierre a flower.
It was so cute. We just stressed to him how important it was that he
pray about his answer and doesn't just ponder it. At the end we
brought up the 22nd of October for baptism and he said "well, my
birthday is on the 18th. Can I get baptized then?" YES YOU CAN! It was
really cute. K the miracle with Sahebi is that we have a family from
Syria who only speaks Persian and we had this crazy long chain of
translation in the lessons from German to Russian to Persian. It was
ridiculous. BUT sister Sahebi speaks fluent Persian! She said she
would love to translate for us. They're the sweetest family. They have
a baby boy and they love the gospel. We also met a random man who
served Persian speaking in the Toronto Canada mission who is going to
get us the full Persian Book of Mormon ( it's new! The family only had
the book with portions translated).

Church was ridiculous. Gospel doctorine was given in Persian, German,
English, and Spanish. And there were a lot of American visitors and
two of the elders old investigators randomly showed up. Crazy.

Our schedule this week is insanely busy. We're wondering how we're
going to get our four study hours in each day😝.

Also, we met a man sitting in a carriage listening to old music on an
old radio who told me that everyone is black inside and that
everything stems from black heritage. We're just all lost. It was
really funny. And maybe I really do have an Afro on the inside
(dreams.).

It's amazing to see how lost in the work I have become. I love
everyday here. I really don't remember who I was before my mission,
and I've only been out for three months haha:) I know I am exactly
where God wants me to be helping him do his work. There is so much joy
to be found in this work. In Alma 29:9 it says " I know that which the
Lord hath commanded me, and I glory in it. I do not glory of myself,
but I glory in that which the Lord hath commanded me; yea, and this is
my glory, that perhaps I may be an instrument in the hands of God to
bring some soul to repentance; and this is my joy." I have a huge
testimony of the joy this work will bring. If you aren't already, get
involved! You will become so much happier, I promise. It's really
simple work too. Talk to your friends, ask the missionaries what you
can do. Missionaries appreciate every small effort. This is not just
missionary's work. This is all of our work because we are blessed
enough to know we have a Father in Heaven who loves us and wants us to
live with him again.

I love you all! You are all wonderful:)!

Sister Johnson

I really don't know what to write in this weekly email because I
really don't remember all that happened this week and I'm also in the
middle of what I know is a huge change in basically my entire life and
I feel like I really don't have the right perspective yet. Like I'm in
the middle of a giant 180 haha:). I honestly just had a really solid
week. God blessed sister Riser and I with about a million miracles.

Every appointment fell through this week except two (and a half). The
first was with Bernadette. We met her in a park with her three kids.
We needed French translation, so the lesson went a little slow, but
every time she heard truth, she would just shake her head up and down.
We have a standing weekly appointment with her now, and I'm really
excited to see how she progresses. The next was Elizabeth:). We tried
to meet with her twice, but she was feeling really sick. The third
time we went by, she let us in and we taught her about the Book of
Mormon. She immediately knew it was from God. When we taught her about
the first vision, she really wanted to understand. So, she would read
it in French and then explain it to her daughter (who happened to show
up for the end... Miracle) and have her daughter explain it to us in
German. Her grandson was there too (2 years old), so while we were
showing her the first vision, I was trying to entertain him.

 We're really excited for Elizabeth, but with all her
health problems we don't know if she can come to church or if she'll
be ready in October, but we're hoping and praying! Lastly was Roberto.
Roberto is a wonderful amazing man. We met him on a Gleis reading a
Spanish bible. We brought him a Book of Mormon and left him with our
testimonies. We then saw him the next day, not even twenty four hours
later, and he was 20 chapters in, just reading it standing on the
Gleis. He doesn't speak much German either, so I've been memorizing
the first lesson in Spanish, which is challenging, but humbling. Just
trying to fulfill that promise that every man will hear the gospel in
his own tongue, ya know?

A really huge miracle, amongst all of the others, was on Friday. I was
really sick and I just couldn't concentrate, and so my German was
really not good. SisterR iser kills it with German, so I had just kind
of been leaving the more intense contacting to her. I realized what I
had been doing and was really mad at myself because I was stopping
myself from learning and not doing the Lord’s work. So, I decided I was
just gonna run with it, awful grammar, pronunciation and all. We had a
goal to find 4 potentials, and all of our appointments had fallen
through. We just started contacting on this one street, and we ended
up getting 5 potentials in 45 min. It was incredible. 3 of them were
families:). One of the families is from Romania. We're teaching her
German. She has four children and they are adorable.

God also blessed us with this crazy miracle on Sunday. We met two Orem
business men. They just had this crazy strong spirit and really
uplifted us and helped us to see the power of what we were doing.
Also, one of them, after I expressed interest in learning Arabic, gave
me his card and told me to call him ( he was born in Saudi Arabia and
minored in Arabic) and that he'd make sure I got into the program
at BYU and knew all of the professors and such. It was just funny. I
guess I'm majoring in Arabic now:P.

We're moving onto our last week of the transfer. Köln is wonderful,
but I really feel like there is just so much left to be done. All I
can do is trust in the Lord and his guiding hand to take me to the
work I need to do.

I love you all so much. (General conference is in two weeks and ich
bin sehr begeistert dafür!)

Liebe,
Sister Johnson

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I am doing really great.

Thing #1: I BOUGHT A GUITAR. Life is good.

It was another incredible miracle filled week. I

never wanted to sound like a basic sister missionary, but here I am. I

actually asked a teenager how they would say basic in German, if they

had slang for it too, but he was kind of your druggy rebel kid so he

just stared at me, silently. It was great. So I just kind of walked

away. Yeah.

Biggest news this week is that we set a baptismal date with Elizabeth.

She is so funny. She has a bedazzled tooth, she "puts her hair on"

when she goes out, the walls in her wohnung are all red and then she

has what would seem like ironic, but are not, self portraits of

herself on the walls. It's lovely. She has been baptized twice before,

but as we were talking about baptism, she quickly said that she knew

both of them weren't done correctly. She could tell right after the

baptism. We explained why this time would be different. She is eager

to be baptized because she has 7 different types of cancer. She has

the cutest relationship with God. We set the date for October 22nd so

we could be sure she understands everything. The problem is her illness

makes her sleep in, so we don't know how we will get her to church by

9:30.... But everything is possible through God, yeah?

We visited two member families this week so now we finally know some

members! Yesterday was our second Sunday in the ward haha:). Schwester

Shumacher made us legit German food. It was so good. She is literally

the cutest old lady ever. She is like grandma Farner but German. Her

husband passed away last year and her daughter is inactive, but she

has a testimony strong enough to literally move mountains. We taught

Pierre a lesson with her, and she testified to baptism, relief

society, the life after this, including a very powerful and spiritual

story of when she had a vision of her husband after he had passed. She

got up on Sunday and bore her testimony about missionary work and us

as missionaries. Seriously the cutest lady in the whole world. I love

her. She has strengthened my testimony of hope. Hope is all she has,

but she thrives off of the promises that God has given her, and it has

transformed her into an amazing person who is continuously giving when

she doesn't have much herself.

Funny story of the week: I was standing on the Gleis when two 24 year

olds walk up to me.they had already passed and had walked back. One of

them says something to me in German, and I just look at sister Riser,

who's smiling, because I had never heard those words in German before.

I thought she would translate, but she just said to him "she's new to

Germany, she can't understand". So, he breaks out his English and

says, "I think you're cuss word sexy". I kind of died inside. I didn't

know what to do. I just said "als missionarinen wir haben kein Mann

für 18 Monaten". He then went on a spiel about how Jesus was going to

smite him because he hit on me. It was really funny, but awkward, and

uncomfortable. Side note: there is no word for awkward in German.

Traurig.

Teaching Pierre was really fun this week. We picked him up at his

house and took him to the church (40 minutes away). By the time we got

there he was exhausted (he has 5 different types of cancer), so when

we asked him to say the opening prayer..... he fell asleep. At first

it was really spiritual because he had been taking pauses and praying

for really cool things, but then a minute and half went by with

nothing. It's okay though, we woke him up and continued teaching him.

It did take him 4 times to understand that we were inviting him to be

baptized. Oh Pierre.

On our way home, sister Riser and I walked across the Rhine because it

was our dinner hour. We were taking pictures when Mike walks by. Mike

is from Ghana. He literally talked the whole walk over the bridge, but

we convinced him to give us his number and to meet with us.

Wunders.

Last cool story. We were walking home from a dinner appointment

through the park by our wohnung. We saw a man playing basketball.

Sister Riser dared me to go ask if I could try one. So I did. And lo

and behold I made the shot. (Basketball in the MTC wasn't for

nothing.) so, he threw it back to me... And I made it again! Which

made him think I was cool (granted) so we ended up sitting down and

talking about what I'm doing in Germany. The crazy thing was that I

had just been thinking about how cool it would be to recite the first

vision in a finding experience. I had run through it in German in my

head, and realized I had forgotten a part, so I figured it all out and

rememorized it. When I was talking with him (his names Roman, he's

thirty works in finance and is from southern Germany) I was prompted

to recite the first vision. It was so cool! He is atheist, but for

some reason, even after saying it would be hard to convince him to

meet with us, he gave me his number and said we could call him

tonight! The spirit is strong. God works miracles by small things,

like giving me a companion in the MTC who made me play basketball with

her despite my protests.

Lastly, there is Honore. He is from the Ivory Coast. We met him

sitting by the Rhein at sunset just drinking a beer, doing his thing.

We ended up teaching him that night, and then coming back a few nights

later to do it again. He knows what's good and what's bad, but he says

he lacks the desire to do good. He is a huge party-er and it has

destroyed his marriage and his relationship with his daughter. He said

he would take our help. I really hope and pray that he keeps his

commitments so we won't have to drop him. He is good, he's just

constantly drunk so he can never think quite straight. I love him.

This week has been hectic but amazing. I was continuously brought back

to this scripture in Mormon 9:31 "Condemn me not because of mine

imperfection, neither my father, because of his imperfection, neither

them who have written before him; but rather give thanks unto God that

he hath made manifest unto you our imperfections, that ye may learn to

be more wise than we have been." I made about a million mistakes this

week, but I witnessed God strengthening me in my weakness to help his

children draw nearer unto him. I'm grateful to God for showing me

where I am weak so that I can be made strong. My challenge for you

this week is to take this scripture and to apply it to your scripture

study and your life. Trust in God.

I love you all! (Also Christmas in Germany is another week closer!!)

Sister Johnson