Ghost Town

I'll just give you all an update on the other side of Gawai here in, Bintulu. Well, everyone in the town leaves and heads out to their long houses they have out in the jungle. I think like over half the town just left. The last week was pretty interesting and we kept busy, but just a different kind of busy. I can't wait until I can take my own vacations, haha.

Also, earlier in the week the family of one of my past comps (Elder Duckworth) was here to visit with the members and hang out. Elder Duck finished his mission and his family came and picked him up. It was fun but still a bit weird to hang out and talk with more white people. It always is. 

Let me tell you about a cool miracle named Henry that seems to impress every single week. Well, this week we got a call on Monday night from our investigator Jackson who is Henry's best friends saying that they had both fallen at work. Henry from the 4th floor and Jackson from the second. We rushed to the hospital to see him and figure out everything because at that point, we were his only family. His family lived 10 hours away by car and in a secluded area at their kampung without any cell coverage. He has severe brain hemorrhage and may have broken a leg and arm, but when we saw him he was still unconscious and didn't look too good. Fast forward to Tuesday the day after and we visited him throughout the day all day long and at night we gave him a priesthood blessing. He had woken up and could talk a little but was still out of it and the doctors said he's probably be there for 2 weeks. Jackson had minor injuries and had been released already. Ok, so we show up in the afternoon the next day, Wednesday, and he's gone. His bed is empty. What? We ask the staff where he is and they're like, he's at home already! Wait...what?! So we hustle over to his house and go see him. I turn the corner to see this smiling face and totally coherent man saying, "Hey!" No brain damage, no broken bones. The next day he was walking. He kept asking if we were still going to keep learning like a day after he fell. He showed up on Sunday in a white shirt and tie with hardly a limp, his head went from a lopsided basketball to a normal size, and he even blessed the sacrament for the first time. I've never seen so much faith. So cool.

On a separate note, I finished reading the book "The Infinite Atonement" this week and man, what a book. That is all I have to say, what a book. His Atonement is so much more than you and I could ever have even imagined. With Tad R. Callister, I too express of appreciation and gratitude for the sacrifice that not only saves me, but changes me into somethings only God could make. It has that power if we let it in.

Love you all!

Elder Thompson 

 

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