Once upon a time in a land so divine called West-Side Yokosuka... What's up my home skillets? It's been another one here in the land of Japan. Elder Thomson and I have been going out every day putting in work and seeing miracles all the time. We are headed up to Kunitachi (my previous area) today to meet up with my Trainer (Elder Dowdle) before he goes home this Christmas. In other words, we don't have much time to write, but I'll do my best.
Due to the lack of time and my desire to write at all, I'll just share one miracle we saw this week. It actually happened yesterday. It all started off as a beautiful Sabbath day. We attended church, were able to partake of the Sacrament, had some great Sunday School lessons, and got updates on the Alabama scores (Roll Tide). Everything was going great. After Church, we were able to attend the baptismal service of one of the children in our Ward. Always a touching experience. After dinner that night, we had plans to go out housing close to a near by train station. Our investigator Manuel lives out there but we weren't exactly sure where so we figured, we'd go out there, knock some doors, and see if we couldn't find him. (Also a little back story on this: we had plans to find his home earlier last week to deliver a gift but were unable to find his home) Anyway, we went out, ventured our way through the jungle mountains of Japan in the dark, and knocked some super sketchy doors. But alas, our lovely tattoo artist Frenchman was no where to be found. Eventually, it gets late and we have to make our way back out of the mountains and return home. We hadn't made it very far back into the city when we were feeling a little down once again and were wandering if we will ever find Manuel again. I said something to the effect of, "Man, I hope we can contact Manuel one day", to which Elder Thomson replied, "Yea, if we ever see him again." Just as the words left our mouths and we walked around the corner, there he was! Manuel, standing there in the flesh. We freaked out a little bit and said hello. We talked for a while and long story short, we walked with him back to his home and now we have his address so we can deliver the gift (some treats, a holiday card, and a Book of Mormon with our testimonies written inside). Crazy miracles. It's been a great week.
Well, this email turned out longer than I thought it would, so that's good I guess haha. If you were wandering about the title of this email, I can explain. Trump San arrived in Japan just yesterday and serving on a base has blessed me with the opportunity to hear all about it. There have been lots of police and security checks and stuff, but unfortunately I have not yet been able to get a selfie with the Big Man. I'll see what I can do though. That's pretty much the whole story haha.
Big shoutout to everyone for all the awesome emails. I love you so much! Always good to hear from everybody, so keep 'em rolling! Hope every one has a great week! I love you all!
Due to the lack of time and my desire to write at all, I'll just share one miracle we saw this week. It actually happened yesterday. It all started off as a beautiful Sabbath day. We attended church, were able to partake of the Sacrament, had some great Sunday School lessons, and got updates on the Alabama scores (Roll Tide). Everything was going great. After Church, we were able to attend the baptismal service of one of the children in our Ward. Always a touching experience. After dinner that night, we had plans to go out housing close to a near by train station. Our investigator Manuel lives out there but we weren't exactly sure where so we figured, we'd go out there, knock some doors, and see if we couldn't find him. (Also a little back story on this: we had plans to find his home earlier last week to deliver a gift but were unable to find his home) Anyway, we went out, ventured our way through the jungle mountains of Japan in the dark, and knocked some super sketchy doors. But alas, our lovely tattoo artist Frenchman was no where to be found. Eventually, it gets late and we have to make our way back out of the mountains and return home. We hadn't made it very far back into the city when we were feeling a little down once again and were wandering if we will ever find Manuel again. I said something to the effect of, "Man, I hope we can contact Manuel one day", to which Elder Thomson replied, "Yea, if we ever see him again." Just as the words left our mouths and we walked around the corner, there he was! Manuel, standing there in the flesh. We freaked out a little bit and said hello. We talked for a while and long story short, we walked with him back to his home and now we have his address so we can deliver the gift (some treats, a holiday card, and a Book of Mormon with our testimonies written inside). Crazy miracles. It's been a great week.
Well, this email turned out longer than I thought it would, so that's good I guess haha. If you were wandering about the title of this email, I can explain. Trump San arrived in Japan just yesterday and serving on a base has blessed me with the opportunity to hear all about it. There have been lots of police and security checks and stuff, but unfortunately I have not yet been able to get a selfie with the Big Man. I'll see what I can do though. That's pretty much the whole story haha.
Big shoutout to everyone for all the awesome emails. I love you so much! Always good to hear from everybody, so keep 'em rolling! Hope every one has a great week! I love you all!
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| The Burner Family |
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| We got to meet up with Elder Dowdle. Three generations of missionaries in one room. |
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