George

George. Never before had I met anyone like him. He was prepared and ready for the gospel.

It was at one of our weekly street displays. It was cold but the sun was out. It must have been around Christmas time because everyone was out and shopping like crazy. Sister Christopher was on one side of the street and I was on the other. It was a walking street so there was about 5 feet between us. I was standing in front of one of the bigger stores stopping everyone like normal. We had been there for about an hour and hadn’t had much success. I had just finished being yelled and had quite an audience from it, when this young man stopped me.

In perfect English he asked “what is it that you are teaching, that is making everyone you talk to so angry”. I later learned that he had been there for a few minutes and had been watching me and my desperate plea to share the truth with everyone. He was so fascinated that after been yelled at I would take a deep breath and then stop the next person, never stopping to think that it might not be worth it.

He was from England where his Mom lived but was out for the holiday visiting his Dad. Thus explaining his perfect English. In answer to his question I said I was sharing the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. When he just stood there waiting for more I started from the beginning. Right there in the middle of the street we had the first lesson. We talked about God, Prophets, the Restoration, Joseph Smith, The Book of Mormon, and Prayer.

George had so many questions, he just kept want to know more and more. He was so thirsty for it. We talked about prayer and at the end I asked if He would pray about it to know if it was true. He said yes he would. So I taught him how to pray and then asked him to prayer. YES right there on the street I asked him to pray. We both stood there arms folded and heads bowed. It was simple yet more sincere then anything. He pled with the Lord to know if what he’d been taught was true. The spirit was so strong and I was sure everyone around us could feel it.

George went back to England that week and we never did meet with him again. Sometimes I would wonder how he was dong and if he’d actually let the missionaries in that we sent to him. It wasn’t until I was in my last area that I received letter from him. It was very small but he said he’s met with the missionaries and had been baptized. His mom was now meeting with the missionaries and he wanted to thank me for sharing the gospel for him.

Sometimes as missionaries we are called to plant seeds. We may feel discouraged because we don’t see the fruits of our labors right away but I testify that the fruit does come. It comes and it is wonderful.

mit freundlichen Grüßen

Jenessa Jensen