Hey all, It's already that time of the year again??
Crazy stuff. I can't believe it. 2014 has been the most eventful year of my
life by far and definitely one I will never forget. I could really use your
prayers. Our investigator pool magically dissipated to almost nothing this week. Which is
hard to see, but opens up a lot of opportunity. So keep praying for me! I need
it.
About our investigators:
B is a
Nigerian man living in an Azylheim which is like a place they keep refugees and
pay them to live there. He has been gone in Nürnberg for 3 weeks now. I taught
him the first week I was here and he left. He got
back today though and we have an appointment with him on Wednesday, so that is hopeful.
J is a Muslim
man in the Azylheim as well. We have multiple meetings with him each week, but
honestly he is trying to convert us and much as we are him. He is actually
progressing pretty well.
M is the
German you have heard about. Unfortunately he is on business for a month.
C is German. I have never taught him, but he
definitely has concerns with the Commandments within the church.
Whenever we call him, he doesn't have time for us and he lives like a 4 hour
train ride away.
P is a Nigerian man as well. I have never
taught him because he is really busy...
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| Brother Guth, Elder Hadfield on P-day after helping with a service project |
Transfer calls came this
week and I get to stay in Passau for Christmas which
will be wonderful. They already have the Christmas Spirit
jamming over here. It is definitely a fun time of the year over here.
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| Found a Christmas Tree in our Apartment. We got the lights on with no foul language! The Christmas presents from home made it safe and sound. |
Earlier today I was
reading a copy of the Ensign from December 2012.
President Monson gives the opening article on Rediscovering the Christmas Spirit.
He talks about an experience he had in the hospital one Christmas where
all this little boy wanted was a blessing. He gave him one and the boy, with a
huge smile on his face, wished him a Merry Christmas and
went on his way. The overarching question of the article was "What gifts
would the Lord have me give to Him or to others at this precious
season of the year?"
I was thinking about
that question and thinking about Christmas in
the past and how I was really in it for myself. That's about to change haha. I
was sitting there thinking about it and the song from the Tabernacle Choir came
on, "What shall we give to the Babe in the Manger?" I'll just throw
the lyrics in here because they are really good.
What shall we give to the babe in the manger,
What shall we offer the child in the stall?
Incense and spices and gold we've a-plenty-
Are these the gifts for the king of us all?
What shall we give to the boy in the temple,
What shall we offer the man by the sea?
Palms at his feet and hosannas uprising;
Are these for him who will carry the tree?
What shall we give to the lamb who was offered,
Rising the third day and shedding his love?
Tears for his mercy we'll weep at the manger,
Bathing the infant come down from above.
That really touched me, especially the last
couple lines. I imagine each of us were there on that Christmas night watching with a
glad heart, knowing that this was the man who would live a perfect life, suffer
for us, and die for us. This was finally him. The man who was prophesied to
come for thousands of years lay in a manger. I wonder how I felt that night.
President
Monson finishes with a poem about finding the Christmas Spirit.
I am the Christmas Spirit—
I enter the home of
poverty, causing palefaced children to open their eyes wide, in pleased wonder.
I cause the miser’s
clutched hand to relax and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.
I cause the aged to
renew their youth and to laugh in the old glad way.
I keep romance alive in
the heart of childhood, and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.
I cause eager feet to
climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts amazed at the
goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to
pause a moment on his wild, wasteful way and send to anxious love some little
token that releases glad tears—tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.
I enter dark prison
cells, reminding scarred manhood of what might have been and pointing forward
to good days yet to be.
I come softly into the
still, white home of pain, and lips that are too weak to speak just tremble in
silent, eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways, I
cause the weary world to look up into the face of God, and for a little moment
forget the things that are small and wretched.
I am the Christmas Spirit.
Decide
now what you will give this Christmas,
and be willing to give your best. Heavenly Father gave His best, His only
begotten Son. Decide now and execute! Then, when we're all filled with the Christmas Spirit,
we'll find that love that Christ had for His fellow men.
I hope that we
can all find the Spirit of Christmas,
through finding the Spirit of Christ.
I
love you all! Have a wonderful week!
Elder Samuel Phillip Hadfield
Eggendobl 4a
D-94034 Passau
Germany