6.20.2016

Mennonites, bears, and farts

Another transfer is coming to an end, and Sister Thompson and I are

staying together another transfer. This week was a little weird. I

feel like nothing turned out how we had planned, but then I think

about every other week as a missionary and it's the exact same way. I

always laugh about how we spend a few hours each week planning on who

to see and when would work best, yet about 75 percent of your plans

change by the end of the week.

Earlier in the week we were trying a bunch of different potential

investigators and at one of the houses was a Mennonite. We gave her a

Book of Mormon and explained a few different things we believed and

she was super nice and asked some questions. Toward the end of the

conversation she gave the Book of Mormon back and said she didn't need

it. I've always wondered what exactly hey believe and I figured that

it would be the perfect time to ask because she is very friendly.

Honestly, I got a little confused but I did learn that they wear the

head coverings because of a scripture found in 1 Corinthians 11. I

also ought it was funny how they don't really see the Amish as

Christian because to us "English" people, we see them extremely

similar. Even though it was confusing I'm glad I got to learn a little

about what they believe.

We finally got to teach B, a nine year old who is planning on

getting baptized next week. He said the most sincere prayer I have

ever heard a nine year old say. That was cool, and I'm excited that

him and his family are starting to go to church again. Sad thing is,

they go to the Williamsport award even though they live in our branch

boundaries.

I got to try a Pennsylvania treat called shewfly pie. Basically it's a

molasses pie. It was super yummy, and if I could eat it every day I

would. Actually, scratch that; I would probably get super sick of it

and blow up like a balloon.

This week I realized that I am getting a little too comfortable with

the locals around here. We were talking to someone this past week and

all the sudden I felt a fart coming on. Normal people just squeeze

their cheeks and wait until they are out of earshot, but for some

reason or another my brain told me to let it rip. I just played it off

like nothing happened, but when we got in the car we both died

laughing. The good news is we don't think the person heard. Thank

goodness!

The stake held a singles adult activity at a member's home, and

Brother G, a high councilman from our ward, really wanted us to

go. Plus, R and S were going so we had some investigators

attending which was awesome. Well, we felt a little weird going, and

that's when I had another moment where I realized how much of a freak

I've turned into. I used to love going to parties, but we were so

nervous because it was a singles activity, and the two of us were

definitely single but probably the most ineligible chicas around. We

were so uncomfortable that we prayed before we got there haha. But

good thing prayers were answered because it turned out to be a nice

time, and we were glad we went.

There was also some actual excitement here in lock haven on Friday. We

were driving down the street when Sister Thompson saw a big dog by the

road and slowed down. It was no big dog folks, it was a bear! We got

so excited and we could see it running though people's yards. Next

thing we knew all the neighborhood rednecks were out chasing the bear

and following it around. We decided to join the hunt and drive around

the neighborhood trying to spot it again. It was so funny to see

people go psycho. People were running around while others were yelling

at everyone to get in their cars. It wasn't long until what looked

like the entire emergency response people for the whole city came to

rescue this bear.

Sister Morrison

Williamsport District

Why they call us Willy Wonka

Isn't she looking great!?