Can I just start out by saying how much I love being a missionary?!
This week was awesome. It started off going to Vesuvio last P-Day which turned out to be a bummer because the weather was horrible and it was raining/hailing and you couldn’t see anything, but at least it was memorable.
Tuesday I was in Battipaglia doing a Scambio with Anziano Castro. I finally had the opportunity to meet Antonella, the woman who has been supplying missionaries of the Napoli zone with delicious mozzarella di bufala for years. I wanted to stop in the shop just to say hi and thank you, but she ends up giving us a half kilo of mozzarella bocconcini (small balls of mozzarella) and a small container of ricotta all for free. Blessings.
Friday was a day of miracles. When we went out finding there were so many people put in our path that were open to talk to us and willing to listen to what we have to share. It was almost overwhelming because I couldn’t stop every single person we were seeing because we would start talking to one and would be having a great conversation, but all these other people were walking past us and I couldn’t talk to them too! That was probably the only downside to Friday. Later on we went to the Granata’s house for dinner which was awesome.
Saturday was the baptism of Richard who was the investigator of one of the other companionships here in Napoli. He wanted to baptized in the sea so we took a little field trip. Even standing on the shore and not being able to hear the baptismal prayer because of the wind and the waves, I could still undoubtedly feel the power of God being manifest by witnessing the ordinance take place. I am grateful for restored priesthood authority.
Sunday rolled around and we had been anxious all week to see if Florian was going to be able to make it to church and she did! There’s still several things that need to happen in order for her to be baptized but I’m holding out faith that it will work out. I would appreciate your prayers on her behalf that all will go well.
I have been reading my way through the four gospels in the New Testament and have arrived at John. Something I took note of is how clueless the original apostles were in understanding the teachings of Jesus Christ. Though they were his closest disciples and ordained men, they still could not see clearly because the gift of the Holy Ghost had not been given to them yet. In witnessing Richard receive the Holy Ghost this past Sunday, I was reminded how precious the gift of the Holy Ghost is in my life.
Often throughout my day as I speak with people and teach the doctrine of Christ, I feel new ideas and thoughts run through my mind to testify to people, and these are normally things I have never contemplated before, but come to me in the moment I need them. The gift of the Holy Ghost guides me, comforts me, inspires me, and strengthens me. I know it has been one of the greatest blessings of my life.
I love you all,