We had eighteen or so for Christmas. It took two and a half hours just to cut up the fruit. Fixing a big dinner and getting things hot at the same time without an oven would be a miracle, but that was not our Christmas miracle.
After some beautiful singing of carols by a quartet we all joined in for Oh Little Town of Bethlehem and then we each told one Christmas tradition from our own homes. (Notice behind the tree the deep snow designed for all the missionaries from Utah and points north.)
We posed for pictures and then a small group headed into the small kitchen and served up a Christmas feast all of it hot at the right moment. The miracle came a few hours later when the guests had left and we were boiling water to wash dishes. The flame blasted for all of the two minutes and the gas tank ran out.
Now the other miracle. They say that when you are working for Heavenly Father full time you can expect blessings. This one came the day after Christmas. This photo has me posing in the street. In the original moment the logs piled to the right side of the picture were in the street. A taxi was parked on the left and I got out on the street side and walked around and was just past the back of the taxi when I heard a loud crash. A big branch from a dead tree fell, not on my head!!!
2 comments:
What a great photo with you and all the Elders. You really are missionaries!
Looks like a great time - gald the tree missed you!
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