Elder Kyle Norton's Mission Site
Half Eaten Donut
Date: February 13, 2012Area: Dwarzak Branch
Companion: Elder Boye-Doe (Ghana)
Dear Family and Friends,
I totally forgot that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Thanks for
reminding me. No, I haven't received your package yet, but I'm
anticipating it soon enough. Maybe it will come in tomorrow.
Wouldn't that be perfect timing?! I guess we'll see.
And no, Elder Holland hasn't come yet. He arrives in town on
Thursday. He'll meet with us on Friday morning and then there will be
a tri-district conference on Sunday. It's interesting when we invite
our investigators to come and witness the event. We get so excited to
tell them that an apostle is coming. Then their response is usually
so indifferent. It's not surprising though considering the number of
"apostles" that come to the country from all over the world throughout
the year. At times I am tempted to tell them plain that a TRUE
Apostle of the Lord is coming to visit, but then I usually find a
nicer way to get the message across.
This last week, I think Wednesday night, I had a very interesting
dream. Funny, actually. And the mere fact that I actually remembered
my dream is a miracle, so I want to share this one with you...
I dreamed that our family was driving to Santa Cruz for a family
reunion. When we reached the place, Dad, Devin, and I decided to take
a walk on the beach. As we were walking on the beach we came across a
rasta man. I asked the man where the Hill Cumorah was? He directed
us and we followed his directions. Strangely enough we found it. Our
quest was to find the place where the plates were hidden. And guess
what? We found that, too! But instead of being between trees, in a
hill, we found ourselves in a cave.
As Dad, Devin, and I gathered around the place, we observed the area.
As we observed, we spotted a half-eaten donut! Dad picked it up and
in my mind, that particular scene paused. Dad was holding the donut
in his hand and then a series of questions were asked: what is the
meaning of this? whose donut is this? could it be Moroni's? why has
it been preserved to this day?... After a few more ridiculous
questions, the scene resumed and devin took the donut from dad's hand.
He put it up to his nose and smelt it. It smelt awful! It caused
devin to make a sickly face. Then he asked, in all seriousness, "And
why does it smell so awful?" Then I had to come in, admitting what
had happened, "That one was me!"
And that's where the dream ended. Weird, huh? It made me wonder if I
really made it smell during the dream and that's what prompted the strange
ending to an already strange dream. Anyway, I thought I'd share that
with you. A little humor at the end of a very busy week. And this
week is looking like it's going to be even busier! Sweet is the
work!!!
I love you all. Have a great week!
Elder Norton
I totally forgot that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Thanks for
reminding me. No, I haven't received your package yet, but I'm
anticipating it soon enough. Maybe it will come in tomorrow.
Wouldn't that be perfect timing?! I guess we'll see.
And no, Elder Holland hasn't come yet. He arrives in town on
Thursday. He'll meet with us on Friday morning and then there will be
a tri-district conference on Sunday. It's interesting when we invite
our investigators to come and witness the event. We get so excited to
tell them that an apostle is coming. Then their response is usually
so indifferent. It's not surprising though considering the number of
"apostles" that come to the country from all over the world throughout
the year. At times I am tempted to tell them plain that a TRUE
Apostle of the Lord is coming to visit, but then I usually find a
nicer way to get the message across.
This last week, I think Wednesday night, I had a very interesting
dream. Funny, actually. And the mere fact that I actually remembered
my dream is a miracle, so I want to share this one with you...
I dreamed that our family was driving to Santa Cruz for a family
reunion. When we reached the place, Dad, Devin, and I decided to take
a walk on the beach. As we were walking on the beach we came across a
rasta man. I asked the man where the Hill Cumorah was? He directed
us and we followed his directions. Strangely enough we found it. Our
quest was to find the place where the plates were hidden. And guess
what? We found that, too! But instead of being between trees, in a
hill, we found ourselves in a cave.
As Dad, Devin, and I gathered around the place, we observed the area.
As we observed, we spotted a half-eaten donut! Dad picked it up and
in my mind, that particular scene paused. Dad was holding the donut
in his hand and then a series of questions were asked: what is the
meaning of this? whose donut is this? could it be Moroni's? why has
it been preserved to this day?... After a few more ridiculous
questions, the scene resumed and devin took the donut from dad's hand.
He put it up to his nose and smelt it. It smelt awful! It caused
devin to make a sickly face. Then he asked, in all seriousness, "And
why does it smell so awful?" Then I had to come in, admitting what
had happened, "That one was me!"
And that's where the dream ended. Weird, huh? It made me wonder if I
really made it smell during the dream and that's what prompted the strange
ending to an already strange dream. Anyway, I thought I'd share that
with you. A little humor at the end of a very busy week. And this
week is looking like it's going to be even busier! Sweet is the
work!!!
I love you all. Have a great week!
Elder Norton
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