Elder Higley is a character: a former drama student and an avid fan of modern poetry; he seems to be very easy to get along with. He took me downtown to buy a beautiful motorbike: orange, Mobylette brand. $175! Oughta be beautiful! After the legally required $9 insurance policy, I’m the proud possessor of ~$27 grand total.
Elder Miller read me choice parts of his dearjohn. Bet me a weekend in Vegas that…you know the rest. Poor sucker. That filet at Maxim’s is going to be real tasty. The weekend won’t be half bad, either.
So to bed. Tomorrow we finally get down the the serious business of tracting.
10-21 A very exhilarating morning! We began tracting, a new area that hasn't been gone over in about a year, Square de la Touche. We knocked on 51 doors, made four complete first contacts, and received ten invitations to call back.
The Lord must know that I’m not likely to take discouragement very well, because He's certainly not giving me any. The first door on which I knocked (we alternate them) was opened by an elderly sort of man. I stumbled through my first lines — and he invited us in! Our first reception of the day. He protests his Catholicism, but we’ll work on him.
The third from the last door we tried (very nearly at noontime) was that of a young couple, M. et Mme. Guillaume. They invited us in, sat us down at a table, and listened very receptively to our initial message.
We’re going back tomorrow morning. Elder Higley says this is the finest pair of contacts [10] he’s ever seen, and I can easily believe it. They already talk and look like Mormons.
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