This week was a really great week. It's amazing how things just all seem to work out sometimes. We had the wonderful opportunity to take part in the baptism of one of our investigators and his daughter this weekend. He had been receiving lessons from the missionaries for a little more than a year when we got here. We invited him to be baptized in the first lesson we had with him and he declined us and told us that he still wasn't interested in being baptized, and that he had told our companions (the other missionaries) this many times. Well we kept pushing along, stopping by once or twice a week to teach him. The third week he started coming back to church on Sundays. He was amazed by the lesson that was taught in Gospel Doctrine. When we passed by his house later on that night, he shared with us all of his insights from the lesson, and I could see the excitement in his countenance to learn the gospel. From this point on he started changing. He started to pray and to read the Book of Mormon on his own, and with his family. He came to church for the next 3 weeks and was always there early and ready to learn. He started writing down questions he had about topics he had heard or studied. Well, this last week he called us and told us that he would like us to come on over to his house at 8 o'clock for an appointment. We had no idea why so we figured that he had some questions. We walk in and the first thing he says to me was, "Elders, how do you feel, when for your efforts, someone finally takes the decision to be baptized?" I sat there kind of confused for a moment and before I could answer him he gave us the news. "Elders I'm ready." He testified that he knew it was true, and all though he knew it would be hard on his extremely Catholic family and that they would not accept it, that he was going to do what God wanted him to do. I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity that I had to participate in this experience. I know that in this circumstance, that I truly did nothing, and that this all had to do with God, this man's family, our loving members that visited him so often and the countless missionaries that labored diligently to help him. I wish that I could go find each of those missionaries and give them a hug and tell them thank you for the work you did with this man. Thank you for never giving up on him. Someday I will. But Elder Tzub and I are very grateful that we could witness this event and that we could learn in the process. I know that more miracles just like this are to come.
Have a good week.