Grubstaking In Zion + Bars

I must be a really untolerable companion... because I have another one! His name is Elder Jonkman. Hailing from the humid suburbs of Memphis, not Egypt Memphis :(  He has been out almost a year, and is complete baller at missionary work.

Ether 12: 4

A better world should be hoped for

Faith is the anchor

Sin is the canker

Justice is the banker

The Plan couldn't be franker

Christ is the Savior

The Father is the maker

Mercy's a jail-breaker

We need to be partakers

D+C 100: 6

"6 For it shall be given you in the very hour, yea, in the very moment, what ye shall say"

I got to experience this promise earlier this week. We were biking, and I felt a push to talk to this man walking with his teenage son into their house from their truck. I yelled, "Hello" to them from across the street, and he said, "Hey" back. Before we could cross the street, the spirit told me to ask him if he played basketball, so I asked him! Plot twist, the man said, "No." 

I was really confused why I had asked him that, and really at a loss for words, but then... after an awkward pause that lasted almost as long as it took the Beatles to sing a universal "Om", he asked, "Where do y'all play at?" We told him there was a group that plays at the church Saturdays at 1pm. He said he and his son should be there in 2 weeks. With this huge prognostication, we received a palpable surge of momentum. He asked where we were from, and my companion brought up I was called to serve in Ukraine. He said that he just happened to have a foreign exchange student at their house from Ukraine! Bettttt! We got the man's number and we will see what happens with that story. The moral is, sometimes you have to say whatever the spirit tells you, even if you look stupid at first.

Elder Sheppert

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