This week was easily the most unsuccessful week on my mission so far. Yes I said it, I said it and I meant it. There were SO many "things" that fell through.
On Monday we dendo-ed (did missionary work) like normal for the 3 hours of dendo we had.
Tuesday is the day we get on a train at 7 in the morning to go to the city about an hour and a half away for our district training meeting. We had the meeting and then it was time for us to come back to Tomakomai. The Muroran Elders were coming back with us as well because we were going on splits with them the next day. Well the first "thing" that happened was that we missed our train. We were stuck in the Eki (train-station, please forgive my engrish. It just happens) for about 45 minutes waiting for the next train. This was a great opportunity to do some Shizen Dendo (naturally talking to people? I think that is what it means) BUT we did not take the opportunity. Instead we complained about how we wasted time and we are stuck waiting for the next train. I felt like I needed to be doing something so I started to stare at people. Americans have a special power in Japan. Japanese people are ALWAYS staring at americans and they are so bad at pretending they are not. But if an American stares at a Japanese person it is probably the craziest and most exciting thing that will ever happen in their life. So I started staring at people. I think I scared them because I was angry but this one guy came and sat next to me. That was already extremely rare and brave of him because Japanese people are very afraid of Americans #segregation Well I was a loser and did not take the opportunity to talk to him. I slept instead.
Wednesday. It rained the whole day and we had no bikes. We walked 6 miles that day and talked to 12 people. I felt like it was the most pointless day of my mission. We had the opportunity to change our plans and visit nearby members and dendo nearby because we didnt have our bikes. Instead we chose to walk miles and talk to nobody.
Thursday. Every single appointment we had scheduled fell through. We met with nobody that day. We had the opportunity to try nearby potential investigators or to go housing near their areas, but instead we just traveled to the next spot.
Friday. It was basically a typhoon here. There was so much rain and so much wind. I didn't have a hood for my rain jacket so we went to a nearby sports store to try and buy one. While we were looking for one there were a lot of people staring at me and I could tell there were people I should be talking to. I had the opportunity to talk to this one guy, but I got scared and walked away. I bought the hood that makes me look like I am wearing a cape and part of a freaky cult and we walked outside to no rain.
Saturday was general conference. This was the most powerful general conference I have ever watched. It had the potential to be the worst General conference ever. First we walked into a room with more empty rows of chairs than people. The TV screen was tiny. The room was empty. There was this one set of headphones on this sad looking chair that was designated just for my english listening ears. A member got up and started the DVD. At that point I realized how much time I wasted this week. I realized how many opportunities I was given, but not taken. I said a quick prayer asking for help to change my attitude and to learn as much as I can by watching conference. The music started and I started to shake. This happened to me once before on the mission. Right before I came to Japan, the Japanese missionaries sang a song and it was so powerful that it even made me shake. ( I thought I was having a seizure. It was scary) I looked sooo weird. I was shaking in my chair like I had some animal attacking my legs and everybody in the room was watching me. I eventually calmed down and then the talks started. Every thing that was said was exactly what I needed to hear. Ironically enough my favorite talk was by Elder Bednar about Tithing. (Something missionaries don't even do while on missions) I will never forget that feeling I had as I realized that because of my change of attitude I am learning so much more.
The biggest thing I learned this week is that EVERYTHING we have is for a reason. Every opportunity we have whether it may seem good or bad, is for our benefit. There were so many times this week where bad "things" happened, but in reality those were just amazing opportunities to talk to people we don't usually talk to. God really does answer our prayers. They are answered in His way and His timing for our benefit.
To end on a great note I am going to share what happened yesterday.
Sunday. We were housing and we ping-ed a door and heard dogs barking. I usually don't get scared because all Japanese dogs are small and ugly. Well.... the lady came to the door and opened it and a tiny dog comes running outside. I scream like a girl and it bit my companion Tokuzawa Choro on the hand. I started laughing and then it bit his leg and tore a piece off from his pants. By now I was dying with laughter. The daughter got the dog inside and the mom came out. "Sorry about my dog. But I have no interest. Leave" She shut the door. HAHAHA we were literally attacked by a rat/dog and then told to leave. I have a great gift given to me by my wonderful mother that whenever something incredibly horrible happens, I laugh. I was laughing the whole night. We didn't see any success that whole night, BUT we had a lot of fun.
Love you all! Be excellent to each other!
Jake Snow Mecham Choro.
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