The next morning, after Elder Beaverton and I had done our usual personal study and companion study, we set off to go out tracting. As usual, no one wanted to let us in. To break up the tedium and frustration of it, we played little games to vary our door approach such as picking a particular word we’d have to work into our opening line somehow. Read the rest of the story
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Thanks for posting chanson – but no Sunday in outer blogness?? I was looking forward to it…
Sorry about missing Sunday!
The thing is that we spent the weekend in Boston, and I thought I’d get back in time to do it Sunday night, but no. Then I had a bunch of work I needed to get done on Monday, so I couldn’t squeeze it in Monday morning either.
I’ll just have to do a double episode next week! 😀