It was early in the week and we had been knocking doors, two of our
previous investigators had dropped us and we were just not feeling
great. We took five minutes looked at a map and I picked out a street
that wasn't to far away and we biked there. We knocked the first two
doors and they were friendly enough but anything but interested, I
thought just another average Danish street we might get one or two good
chats in but a really tough street to get anyone really interested. Then
came Door number three. To pause in Denmark you just never know what
lies behind the door, it could be an inquisitive college kid, a beautiful
young family, or in our case a rather hefty old man with a bone to pick
with J W's. We knocked and he answered, his eyes immediately drifted to
the name tag and then the gears start turning in his head, curse words
were flying and I only understood the ones from the scriptures, he was
not happy. He thought we were JWs and he wouldn't let us talk. I tried
that to say that we were LDS but he ended his spew of profanity with a
wave of his hand a told us that he will be ringing the police (it is
illegal for JWs to knock streets) and would give our description to the
police. He then puffed up his chest and with the biggest grin I have had
since I landed in Denmark my comp said we are from the LDS church and
that he should have a good day. As we walked off I ended with God Bless.
I love Denmark because the work is so hard. I have gotten to the point
that I understand about a third of what was said and I can peace it
together by the time they end what they say. I am really getting
noticeably better every day, or that is what the members are telling
me.
Or trip to Horsens, our district is composed of six
people the two in silkeborg and then 4 in horsens, two elders and two
sisters. We travel once a week to horsens for district meeting so I am
on the trains about five hours a week, I really like riding them you get
to see some really stunning views and over all it is rather affordable,
about 2 dollars for a ride there one way. but this week we had splits
so we left silkeborg at 7 and got to the apartment about 10, for the
first part of the day I worked with Elder Bateman, he is 6 weeks older
then me in the land so we are rather clueless in terms of great
communication skills but we got in one lesson and to good potential
investigators. It is easier to speak with him in Danish because he
speaks as slow as I do so we did that for most of the day. The other
Elder is the DL Elder Oakey and he is my favorite elder so far, we
worked together after dinner and things went great. We got in on a less
active and had good discussion about guns. He (less active) knows its
true he is just two lazy to change but I held a good conversation about
riffles with him and he was impressed with what it is that I know in
terms of Guns, it was a lot of fun.
Friday night we had not had any success inside of
silkaborg that day so after dinner we decided to go knock one of the
small towns near by, we biked out to it and there was a total of two
houses. One was for sale and the other was not ready to accept the
church so we headed back. I had been talking with my trainer about his
bike, it is called a fixie with one gear that can be locked so if you
pedal back it goes backward or it can be like a normal bike. I suggested
for the large hills coming up that he switch so he could coast down
and not have to pedal to keep up with his legs. He said challenge
accepted and tried to keep up with me with his one gear, behind me I
hear a click, skreetch of a tire, then a pop and hiss should. then a
yell of disappointment 'elder'. His chain had popped off, locked around
the wheel stopping it dead and then he slide about 25 feet where the
tire had warn through and then the tube popped. His first statement was
you know what I think I am going to switch my gears around, I laughed so
hard that I had nothing to say. We made the call to our DL and we
started our 11 kilometer hike home. We got in at 1715 that night, but we
had one funny conversation during that walk.
Since I have been In Denmark I have eaten nothing
but fat, butter filled pork, pastries and really good yogurt and so far
I have lost a little under 5 Kilos and I have my six pack back, I have
no Idea how but I like it.
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| His apartment and companions/roommates |
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| his new bike |
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| the view from his apartment |
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