2/25/13 "Which witches?"

"Are you a good witch? Or a bad witch?"

And...

"We've found a witch! May we burn her?"

And...

"I'm not a witch! I'm your wife!"

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So, Elder Shumway and I bumped into a witch while out finding this week.

"Do you see what's in my window?" she demanded.

I looked.

"ADT security?" I volunteered.

"No!" said she. She pointed to a circle with a star inside of it, resting a few inches back from the window pane.

"Ah." 

She was a tad cranky, since we woke her up, but she was actually pretty friendly in her own, witchy, paranoid way. She told us how she knew all about how our church started; how Brigham Young went out in the desert and had a vision and consulted with his Indian friend about it, who told him that he needed to go on a spirit journey, which is why us missionaries go and do what we do: we're on our own, two-year spirit journeys. Didn't you know that? By the way, you really shouldn't have your name out and visible for everyone to see like that, kiddo, because then theycan find you. Keep it hidden! Or else they'll find you and hurt you and write your parents in Utah about how bad you are. It's a good thing there are two of you, you do it for protection purposes, of course, but anyways, I know all about Brigham Young, but you don't know anything about me, so I'm at the advantage there. That's the first rule of converting people, you've got to know what they believe better than they do. I'm a witch, you see; I had to be one. I didn't have a choice. I'm a good witch, though, you can tell because I have the star pointed up, the bad witches have the star pointed down, so remember that! If you see a star pointed down, that's a bad witch and you shouldn't even try. By the way, my neighbor's a solid Baptist, and she'll run you off, so you shouldn't even try her either. The lady upstairs has an attractive daughter.

It was a very interesting conversation.

This was a week of great spiritual guidance. It seemed like we were getting directed by the Lord left and right. On Monday night we picked an area we'd never been in before to try and go find in. It turned out to be a pretty shady place; I'm pretty certain we witnessed at least one drug deal take place. Nevertheless, we managed to find a young man who really wanted to change his life, and we managed to teach him a lesson. I was the one who was spiritually on-cue that night, because Elder Shumway was about to skip his door by accident and I stopped him.

Then, on Saturday, as we were proceeding to our planned finding spot that night, Elder Shumway told me to stop. I did, and he said that we needed to go to our backup finding area. I let him take the lead, and then he went to a third, entirely different area to find. Fourth door in we met someone who had a lot of member friends, at the exact right time. On Sunday Elder Shumway was prompted to go try a Spanish investigator, Jose, that we'd met way back during his first week in this area. We had passed Jose over to the Spanish elders, even though he speaks English, because he reads best in Spanish. Anyway, it had been over two months but we decided to give him a try. We reached his door a few seconds after he got home, and we were able to teach him the Gospel of Christ.

Brother Green finished the Book of Mormon this week. Elder Shumway and I got him a large-print Triple Combination so he wouldn't have an excuse to read his larger print apostate Book of Mormon. He is such a wonderful man.

Finally, I had an interesting thought this week. As I was reading through 3 Nephi 11, which is the chapter where the Savior comes to the Americas, I was thinking about the voice the Nephites heard. They heard a voice from heaven, which pierced them through and caused their souls to quake. Why would a quiet voice do that, I wonder?

And then it occurred to me that the voice they were hearing was Heavenly Father's voice. We do not know what Heavenly Father sounds like, and we probably cannot imagine how He sounds, but I'm willing to bet that if we heard His voice, we would recognize it immediately. The sound of that voice would be able to pierce the veil of forgetfulness placed upon us at birth, and our soul would remember hearing that voice, long, long before we were born. We would hear it and think, "This is my Father." Not our earthly father, but our real Father. Hearing that voice, after such a long time apart, would cause any person to tremble.

Our Heavenly Father knows us very well. For all we know, we had millions of years to spend time with Him; personal, one-on-one time. We loved Him, and talked with Him. He made us, and He knows us, and He loves us very dearly. I think it is critical to remember that the very first word spoken in this dispensation by the Creator of all was the name of one of His sons: "Joseph."

Heavenly Father knows each and every one of you. He knows what you're going through. I am but a tool in the hands of His Son, Jesus Christ. The people I see every day are people Heavenly Father wants back home, and He will do whatever it takes to help them.

The Church is true. I love you all, and I love my mission!

Hurrah for Israel!

Elder Fisher