Why are you so white, Elder Blackhurst?

Hey everyone! Quite the eventful week. New investigators, lessons, lots of chances to teach and work with the members. The work is progressing - slow, but we're moving. 

I'll start with the subject - that was the topic of discussion at dinner last night. Elder Liu and I were invited to have dinner with a couple of our members and another companionship. Great. We go, we sit down, they ask me to take a picture. No big deal. So I take a picture, and I happen to be sitting in a spot where the light was shining right on my face. I'll attach it below. I was mocked for the rest of the evening about everything that comes with not being Asian. Too light in photos; can't do cool tricks with chopsticks while waiting for the waiter; when the waiter does come, he speaks to everyone at the table in Mandarin until he gets to me and then asks for my order in English; so on, so forth. I heard a story recently about two Asians who climbed into a cab in New York driven by an African American man, and they began commenting in Chinese about how dark his skin was. When they reached the first red light, he turned around and in perfect Mandarin said, "It's not my fault, you can blame my parents." 

I look forward to the day where I say the same. 

This week, we had the opportunity to meet a few new people. Khloe came to FHE and had a lesson with us earlier this week - a sweet sister from Hong Kong. So excited for her. Blackie is from Shandong. I've learned recently that everyone from Shandong is a little big crazy. Meeting with him was awesome. And yesterday, we met with a couple - Sky and Alice - from Malaysia. I've heard fast Chinese, but yesterday hit new records. Not quite sure how I followed that lesson, but hey, gift of tongues. I've definitely seen my language improve in the last several months. I've still got a long way to go, but I can hold my own and that's enough for now. The Lord will supply the rest. 

Powerful experience last week. On exchanges, I had the opportunity to teach Chichi - a long-time West Melbourne investigator - with Elder Feng. It was one of those lessons where everything just feels good. You're using the scriptures and testifying of the Savior and everything is moving in the right direction. There was a point where she posed a question that really didn't have an answer, and I felt impressed to share an tough experience I had a month or so ago to help her see how God sees us. It was a reminder to me of how our trials and losses help us to learn and grow. Powerful witness of the majesty of the plan. It isn't always going to be easy and fun. But it will always work out.

Last P Day was zone P Day. For those of you interested, yes. We crushed at capture the flag. Twice in a row. Undisputed champions. 

Yesterday, Elder Liu and I led our branch's newest activity - Scripture Night. We acted out Joseph in Egypt. Notable was Aelita (Potiphar's wife) telling Martin (Joseph) to lie with her. Martin resisted. Great fun.

Have a lovely week, everyone. Next week, more likely than not, I'll be somewhere besides Heidelberg for the first time in...what, 6 months? Aiyah. Weird. Time certainly flies when you're in the service of the Lord. 

Elder Blackhurst

Why are you so white?

Missionaries

Ninjas

I gave them another shot at catching me.  They failed again.

A visit or two from an Apostle of the Lord

Hey everyone! It's been a week. Let's jump right in. 

On Friday morning, we had the blessed, blessed opportunity to attend an all-mission devotional by Elder Neil L. Andersen of the Quorum of the Twelve. What a magnificent experience that was. To come and receive counsel from one of the leaders of the church was something that could change the course of my mission. 

Also, I had to sing at that devotional. My legs are always a little shaky when I perform, but I was a mess at this one. I probably got some extra vibrato into the song from my legs alone. I could have turned and poked him from where I stood. Aiyah. It was crazy. 

That meeting was a funny one, because (as we found out right after we had all arrived) that the previous Prime Minister of Australia, Tony Abbott, was going to award Elder Andersen on behalf of the church with some big achievement that we had nothing to do with. I think it would have been a bigger deal if the vast majority of the missionaries weren't all foreigners. Anyway. I had an interesting thought as he spoke, though. Of course, when Elder Andersen arrives, there's a power that just rushes in. But with all the articulate speaking that Mr. Abbott had, it wasn't the same. He could ramble with all the eloquence the world has to offer and yet it doesn't hold a candle to the feeling that only a witness of Christ can bring. Nothing against Mr. Abbott, of course. We were honored to have him with us. But his works are of men. We are here to do the Lord's work. 

Anyway. That meeting was spectacular. And then we got to hear him speak again that night at a big YSA devotional. Elder Liu and I spent the evening with Aren, our recent convert. Seeing how excited she was to come and see and hear and shake the hand of an apostle of God made me want to burst - what a special experience that was. 

So, that was great. And then we left to go work and we thought that was the end of it. But then we're at church on Sunday. Sister Johnson is giving her farewell talk in Chinese. And then in walks the apostle and his wife and I thought Sister Johnson was going to faint on the spot. He comes up and sits on the stand next to President Lai and smiles and starts listening to the talks through the translator mike. The branch members were all about to explode. The poor investigators who came that day had no idea what the heck was happening and why it mattered that this old white guy walked into their Chinese branch. But when he got up to speak...oh, the sweet peace in the room. The power, the authority. He came to visit our branch because he'd heard so much about it. He came to encourage the members to build their faith, to keep growing. They would be pioneers in spreading the gospel. They would be the tools that the Lord will work through to spread the truth of Christ to all the world. What a powerful, beautiful meeting. Brothers and Sisters, I try really hard not to make my emails preachy. But I'm here to witness that Christ himself leads this work and that He has called the Twelve and the First Presidency to lead us through these times. If we stay close to the Prophet of the Lord, we will be protected from the fiery darts of the adversary. Christ will carry us through. 

Beyond that, we've been working. We got to see the Tas Elders, that was fun. Lots of GQing. Zone P Day is today, we're going to crush the South District at capture the flag. I love the work, I love my companion, and I look forward to the coming weeks.

I miss you all tons. But there's no place I'd rather be. 

Elder Blackhurst

跳伞 Tiàosǎn means Skydiving

Hey everyone! Another great week in Melbourne Australia. Loving the work, loving the people. We keep on keeping on. 

This week was a good one - nothing but work. We taught when we could and GQd the rest of the time. We taught several lessons this week - a good change. A few new, a few formers. Heidelberg is starting to pick back up. Stay tuned for baptismal dates and the likes.

We have the special opportunity this week to have Elder Neil L Andersen visit Melbourne. Lots of meetings and devotionals that I'm sure President is freaking out about are coming together and we couldn't be more excited. Naturally, whenever there's something big, there has to be a musical number, so I've been pegged to sing at a missionary devotional later this week. Less important than the event, but practicing has been the first time I've had a chance to really sing since coming out. There's a power to music, especially when the music is there to praise our savior. 

Because of the devotional, the Tasmania Elders and Sisters are flying in for the weekend. Because Heidelberg is the only Chinese flat big enough to hold more than two missionaries, we'll be hosting Elder Mourino, Elder Gao and their brand new Golden, Elder Gao (the Chinese aren't too big on variety when it comes to family names). Expect lots of great pictures and stories next week.

We had a rather memorable Monday. We have a language activity after every district meeting - a chance for all of us to practice our language in a group setting, usually in the form of a game. Elder Feng orchestrated an activity where we associate actions with a vocabulary word. To make a long story short, I needed a good action for "skydiving" so I asked the Elders on my left and right, Feng and Biehler, if they would catch me. They both said yes. So my turn came, I climbed up on my chair and pretty accurately demonstrated skydiving. Neither Feng nor Biehler caught me. 

On the bright side, I'll never forget "tiaosan" again. 

The thing about missionary work is that, from the outside, we kinda take the miracles and the baptisms and the great stories and put them up on a pedestal. Most of our work isn't really like that. We spent so many hours this week talking to every person we could at the La Trobe tram stop or in Melbourne Central Station or Preston Market. It's a lot of work and usually disproportional results. But that's what makes the good moments so powerful - hours and hours and hours of searching and praying and teaching and preparation for the one person who is ready to make the changes in their lives to come closer to Jesus Christ. That's what we're here to do. Recently, it's been a little more looking and praying and a little less finding. But sometimes, that's how it goes. I trust that the Lord is preparing others to receive the Word. I look forward to playing what little role I can in their conversion to the Gospel of Christ. 

Until then, we keep on working. Talking to everyone we can, whether it be the crazy Vietnamese guy in the market ("I, Buddha!") or the Jehovah's Witnesses who knock on your door to invite you to their congregation before seeing the name tag. We talk and share and testify. I couldn't be happier.

I'm grateful for the emails and stories from home. Congratulations to all of the new mission calls I keep hearing about - I'm so excited for all of you. You don't know what you're getting into. It's tough, being out in the field. But so, so worth it. So good. I'm grateful for the Lord and for my opportunity to serve. 

Have a lovely week, I look forward to hearing from all of you soon!

Elder Blackhurst

Australia 7-Eleven BYO Slurpee Cup Day

It's been a week down here in 澳大利亚! We've seen the Lord's hand reaching into our mission...maybe not in the ways we expected, but certainly in the ways we've been blessed. Still working and serving and growing and doing our best to spread the Word.

So, we've been a little short on investigators. We were really hoping and praying that this week we'd find lots of new people to teach. Not quite the case, as we still haven't taught a lesson to a Heidelberg investigator since the 23rd of February. But because we haven't had much to do, we've been able to do lots of contacting and take care of our members. Last night in particular was such a sweet experience - we spent an hour or so with a Sister who's been going through some rough times. We were trying to help her see just how God prepares our path for us and blesses us in ways we could never understand - when her phone rang, and good ol' Elder Hu was on the other end, calling based on a prompting he had to contact her. It's not the big things that change lives - it's the little, impossibly "coincidental" things. I've learned a lot of things out here as a missionary, but there are no coincidences. Things happen for distinct reasons, by direction from our loving Heavenly Father. Sure, He doesn't will every bad thing that comes in our way to happen to us. But He has orchestrated a world in which we can learn and grow and suffer and love and change. And if you ask me, that's a whole lot more fulfilling than everything just going right all the time.

Our baptismal date investigator hasn't picked up her phone in a week and a half, so we have to drop her date. We're really worried about her. We love her lots. But sometimes, the Lord's timing isn't ours. She isn't ready. We aren't going to push her and neither will the Lord. As we trust that He's in control, we can worry less about why they aren't calling us back and focus more on how we can serve and share and testify and bless. Mandy will be ready some day. Of that, I am sure. It just simply isn't today.

Beyond that, not a lot of lessons. We had Zone conference, which was fun. Our branch had over 75 people show up, which was astounding. Shooting for 100 in the next few months.

So, a few fun stories. I have to explain my subject line, don't I? Last P Day was "Bring Your Own Slurpee Cup" Day - $1 Aussie dollar for any cup your bring yourself. That's three American quarters for as much as you can carry. When we got to the branch last week, I told the Elders there that I'd pay for whatever they wanted to carry down the street and back. They ransacked the branch and came out with three old ice cream bins, a colossal punch bowl and, naturally, a rice cooker. It was the ̶w̶o̶r̶s̶t̶ best $4 dollars I've spent since arriving in the mission. Pictures below.

In other news, my Chinese is getting better, I wear flipflops around the flat, I eat rice at every meal and my companion is teaching me how to tell if a watermelon is good based on the sound it makes. I'm becoming an Asian.

Have a lovely week, my friends. I miss you all tons. Keep up the good and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Elder Blackhurst

Slurpeeee

An uncomfortably close picture of me at zone conference (never give your camera to the sister missionaries, under any circumstance

The mighty Elder Biehler

More pictures taken of missionaries at zone conference