Hello!
We are here right in front of the Hyundai factory at the post office emailing. It's a really pretty sunny day, which is a nice change from the glum weather the past week or so. It's starting to warm up which makes missionary work a little easier outside. People aren't as excited to talk to you when they have to focus all of their energy on not freezing.
It was an interesting week. Our investigator whom we weren't sure was all that interested in the gospel confirmed that she is not interested. She brought her copy of The Book of Mormon to English class and mentioned that she and her husband had had a big fight about our lessons--he thought we only taught English and she mentioned that she wasn't ready for anything else. It was disappointing, but she seemed so surprised that we were still kind to her and wanted her to stay for English class. I think she was really afraid she would offend us. Of course we're disappointed and explained that if she ever has interest again we would love to teach her. She bought us bread at a nearby shop after the class. It's hard not to wonder if we could have done more somehow, but at the end of the day it's about agency, ours and that of others.
So, we really don't have investigators right now. We have spent most of our time at bus stops proselyting. It seems like the best place in this busy culture. People are slowed down and stopped because they have to be, even if it's just for a few minutes. It has been interesting. This area isn't all that big, so naturally we have begun to see people more than once at our favorite bus stops. One lady (who wears a giant Buddhist ring) wasn't too interested in our message the first time. I recognized her the second time we saw her because of the Buddhist ring. I debated whether to say anything to her this time. She started the conversation and proceeded to ask if we ever sleep or eat because she had seen us before there and also this week saw us at the bus stop downtown. Ha. It is a valid question. Right after we spoke with her we got on the bus to head downtown. Sister Foy ended up sitting right next to someone she had spoken with at a bus stop a few days before. This time the lady asked for a pamphlet and was very friendly with Sister Foy. Although people aren't exactly jumping in the baptismal font it's interesting that they're taking note and ever gradually warming up to us--at least enough to talk to us.
In other news other people are warming up a little too much. This week a Hyundai employed middle aged man came and talked to us in English. We told him about our English class a little bit and asked if we could get his number to tell him more about it. As soon as those words were out of our mouths he was suddenly a little possessive. He "joked" around a little bit and tried to hold Sister Foy's hand--indefinitely. Ok....time to go. He was trying to tell us it was okay, but obviously it wasn't. We were out of there. Honestly, I am grateful I can count the number of experiences like this on one hand. Generally the Korean people are so good to us and kind, so it was a surprising and harsh reality to have someone act this way toward us. It was funny anyway. Luckily we probably won't see him ever again.
It is still a struggle every day to open my mouth, but every time I do I am happy regardless of the result. It takes practice like anything I've done in my life. The best part is I have God on my team. Nothing can really go wrong with Him. Setting goals about how many people we want to talk with and practicing how these conversations might go has proven to be helpful.
In conference Elder Holland told us, especially prospective missionaries that he didn't need people who would voluntarily bind their tongues, but he needed missionaries to open their mouths and speak miracles. I have wondered about this. In watching the Finding Faith in Christ DVD our district leader mentioned that every time Jesus Christ performs a miracle he says something also. I'm also reminded of Revelations 12:11 which talks about the premortal life and how we overcame Satan: "And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death." We came to this Earth to get a body and to prove our obedience in preparation to return to God. It is obvious that our words are also powerful. This morning I read in Jacob 4 about how God spoke and the world was created. Opening our mouths seems to be a pattern we followed from before our births here and will continue to use as we progress in this life and the next. I feel so blessed to have this time to learn how to do it here and prepare me for the future.
Every morning as I study it is reconfirmed to me that this is true. When I share it with others the spirit rushes in and confirms at least to me that I am about God's work. Thank you for your examples, prayers, letters and notes. Love you all! Have a good week! I'll just be faking out bus drivers and preaching the good word.
Love,
Julia