Pittsburgh Mission Memoirs

In case I didn't make it clear in my last post, I'm now in a walking area in downtown (dawn-tawn as they say it here) Pittsburgh. I don't have a car, just my feet and the occasional bus. Lucky for me, I've got a pedometer which I can use to count how many steps I've been taking and roughly how far I've walked in the past week. Ready? 89,000 steps, which is about 42 miles. Yep! Forty...

This has been the craziest week of my mission yet. I have to do a day-by-day play-by-play just to have it make any sense whatsoever.Monday I spent my last day in Lebanon. It was incredible how many members we ran into as we were going about our day - one at the supermarket, one at the gas station, one on the street - the seemed to be coming out of nowhere to say goodbye one last time!...

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* ................. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* ............... "He isn't here."That's the worst thing to say to a member who is coming out to help us teach lessons. That's what we're encouraged to do - we should have a member at every lesson possible. But it's time consuming for them, and they're nervous about meeting new people and teaching and everything else that comes...

"One more door!"Well, I can't say no to that. I always heard the miracles that happened to other missionaries when they pounded on that last door. I was ready to go home, not because I was tired, but because we had already given away the copies of the Book of Mormon we had on hand, and the closest ones were a mile away on foot. I was running out of pass-along cards which I might need...