This week started off with a pday wandering a mall we found and eating ice cream. We are meaning to go hiking or do something more interesting, but on a day when you don't have to be outside and it is blazing hot, we spend it wandering around in air conditioned glory.
So that Monday night we go tracting and literally no one was answering. No one. Then finally a we get to a door, after I'd already rang it I look at the top corner of it and there is a sticker of Mary the mother of Christ and it said below it "STOP SECTS. WE ARE CATHOLICS WE DON'T WANT YOUR CONVERSATION." So of course, that door opens and I was like sorry sir, I didn't see your sticker, but we are Christians as well, have a good night. The next door that opens he like slams a door inside his house as he was talking to us and it was pitch black and I thought he had shot a gun for sure.
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No one is still answering so we wait at the elevator with this guy who is also taking the elevator down 17 flights of stairs as well. We get in the elevator and I am like hey.. where is everyone tonight? he said I dont know *sorry I am trying to use quotation marks but they are hidden on this keyboard and hard to refind bear with me*.. so we are like on the sea? and he is like theyre all just kod kuce! and i was like oh well then no one wants to talk to us.. but no one usually does. no courtesy laugh from him. Us and him in this tiny elevator. so awkward. I was like have you ever talked with mormons before? no. Oh well now you have! He just stared at us. Sister allred is like here is the book of mormon, its a record about Christ just like the Bible but from a people on another continent. We like give him this lesson in 20 seconds in an elevator and he just stares at us and we offer him it, he just it like ne and walks out the elevator.
Then a boy about 9 years old told us Jesus speaks Croatian. Then we talked to an Italian man who tried to punk us and say he only speaks Italian-- we got that twice this week with a French speaker too! I wore my fake glasses, I don't even know why. He likes talks to us for a minute then asks if he can try my glasses on, I say yes. He puts them on, realizes they are just plastic, and is like ahhhh, mormoni! shakes his finger and laughs and we laugh so hard and he runs away. the people here. Never a dull moment.
Next topic: we get this call Friday night to go to the mission home and to look nice cause a reporter is coming and we might get interviewed. allllllright. Show up, there is the cameraman and reporter and there were there for a good two hours talking to us, the office elders, President and sister Grant, taking pictures of us that are like us sitting on a bed and one teaching someone on the floor. They are so uncomfortable and I cannot wait to see which ones they pick. hopefully none of them. I will mail you the article when it comes out. They asked us a lot about temple garments, how people react to us, what we do all day, why we especially as women decided to come out, and our families. AND then they came to church yesterday! obviously they didnt film during church but after all three hours they staged us sitting there. Lots of interviews, lots of questions. I played the piano and did an awful job on one of the songs-- of course they picked the hardest one! Good times. I try. That is all God wants of us, that we try our best! She asked a lot about kako ljudi se regiraju na vas?
We walked past this huge trash round thing that said STAKLO. I threw my waterbottle in there and was like what does staklo even mean anyway? Glass, said sestra allred. Fail. Day in the life. We laughed really hard at that too.
A family from England stopped us this week, asked for help to get to the tram. We took them and they said they knew about the Book of Mormon! The broadway musical.. ha. But she said she does respect what we're doing.
It's blazing, which means drinking a lot of water, which means searching out public bathrooms everywhere. We have it down to an almost perfect science. never a dull moment. BYOTP. bring your own toilet paper....
Ok ok this email.
Mom thank you for the taffy and biscuit mix and pig and Amy for the bag!!!! Good timing, we ate it all so fast and my face broke out. #reallife
Okay, now to the good stuff. I was thinking a lot this week about worth this week. This week we averaged 11 miles per day. 11 miles. My shoes have holes in the bottom. Constantly sweaty. Lots of appointments bailed. Why? Why does God ask us to spend eighteen months or two years of our lives, especially as immature and childish as we can be, and go teach the most important message anyone could ever hear? Is it worth it? Some argue we could be spending our time in much better ways. Why do we do this?
It's because of worth. Each person we talk to, each person we meet, they have worth. It is worth it to be here. If we share just one short message with someone that day that God loves them, it is worth it. If what you are doing helps others, it is worth it. We aren't on missions to post cool stuff on a blog, we aren't on the earth to have 58998 likes on instagram and a cool car. We are on earth to learn and to grow and to help our brothas and our sisters learn of their worth. I wish everyone understood who we are and whose we are-- our worth. It IS worth it to help people understand their worth. We are sons and daughters of a Father who loves us. Because we are His, we are worth it.
I love you. I know you have great worth.
Sestra Richardson