You know, I always make jokes when we're about to knock the door of a sketcky house like, "I wouldn't do this in a million years in America," cause that's the kind of place where you go to get a shotgun slug to the chest through the door. I mostly thought I was kidding until we went finding near the military base last week. I asked this guy walking by me if he wanted some free lemonade and he said, "I got a gun, man. Don't talk to me, I got a gun." So, if you look at the ratio for Koreans vs. Americans conversed with that have given me a death threat, were looking at something like
16,536 - 1 
12 - 1
Pretty inpressive ratio. If I was petty enough, we coulda got that guy kicked out of the military for saying that, especially where we were, but we'll let him catch up to his immaturity later haha.
We were in a super country little village this week and I heard a song start playing behind us while we were walking toward the bus stop. This guy dressed up like Edna came out and started singing and dancing his heart out for everybody to see, and I thought I had accidentally walked into a movie set for a second. I didn't, he was just crazy. The music had Wicked vibes, and it very well could have been cause I've never seen wicked... But bro was BAT crazy though holy.
We met with a good amount of people this week actually. One of our appointments was with these two old guys who want to study English, and they took us to the absolute promised land of a restaurant 9,000μ κΉμΉμ°κ° that fed all of us until we were full, and it was gasssss. That's literally less than $2 a person. Compy and I are headed back today.
We've been knocking doors a lot this week, something I really haven't done my whole mission, but when you don't have travel reimbursements, you gotta do what you gotta do to find, nah mean? It isn't very successful, but it's pretty cool the places that I've been able to go this week. I've knocked on several houses that have to be over a 100 years old, I haven't felt more like I'm in Korea my whole mission than right now haha. Kung foo panda irl.
Spiritual Thought:
I heard a quote once that God won't let us find undeniable proof for the Book of Mormon that would take away the necessity of faith, but that He would also allow enough to be found to prevent the critics from having a hay day. This week my comp and I watched an hour and thirty minute long video over the course of several companionship studies about the archeology behind the book of mormon, and we were genuinely laughing our butts off at certain parts because of how ridiculous it was. That quote couldn't be more accurate. Every single anachronism the critics found they would say, with absolute certainty, "We got Joseph this time. What an idiot, he really thought Alma was a "male name" unbelievable." and then God just has some archeologist unearth a pot that says "Alma, Son of...." like a week later. (Happened with the name Sariah too btw) They ironically validate him tenfold every time because of their absolute certainty of it not being true. The Book of Mormon is ridiculously complex and has only become more likely and validated as it faces scrutiny and study. Point being, don't wait until we find a city with "Zarahemla" etched into it to gain a testimony, God's expecting some spiritual work from each of us.
Love y'all!
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