Tracting can be Dangerous:

This week has been interesting. There's definitely been ups and downs. On Monday we went up to Hatcher Pass again. We go there a lot. We went snowshoeing without the snowshoes. We were able to walk on this frozen lake. I actually fell in a little bit. Nothing too serious.

We've been meeting with a new investigator. Some missionaries met her at a grocery store and she said she wanted missionaries to come teach her. When we got there she started to pull out all these books I had never seen before and she was asking all these different questions. I was so confused. Well it turns out she thought we were Jehovah's Witnesses. We told her we were Mormons and taught the restoration and she accepted to be baptized so that's awesome. We pretty much stole the JW's investigator. Lol.

We had the last trainer/trainee meeting. It's so funny seeing the type of trainings we get here in Alaska. In the past couple weeks we've had two trainings on how to deal with and treat moose. It's a serious concern here. One lady got trampled to death outside her house near our area. Its really scary. 

This weeks tracting has been completely awful. Nothing positive came from it. We tried tracting in this pretty remote native village. The people there absolutely hated us. They seriously do not like white people at all. There were a lot of colorful words yelled at us. We also tracted into this really drunk guy a different day. The second he opened the door I knew we needed to leave but of course I'm an idiot and kept talking to the man. There was a lot of contention. All of the sudden he paused, stared at me in the eyes for a good thirty seconds then invited us in. In my heart I knew we shouldn't follow him but we took a few steps in. He then started yelling and cussing. He asked for a message so we showed a video and bore testimony. He then told us how angry and mad he was first of all that we knocked on his door on a Saturday and second of all that we kept trying to share a message about Jesus Christ. He then started screaming and cussing then punched a hole in his door and just stared at us. At that moment my heart sank. I just froze. He continued and told us how we were standing on the wrong side of his door (meaning we shouldn't have come inside). We immediately left. Of course right when we walked outside some teenagers drove by cussing at us. Right after that the drunk man got in his truck and chased us down saying all sorts of profanity. I honestly am surprised he didn't shoot us or hit us with his car.

In the end we got to go to church yesterday and that's all that matters.

Elder Ogden