steve-journal-20260627t211045z-3-001-steve-journal-hawai-mission-journal-1976--34ba7babbf.txt

I got to the mission at about 10:45 am got my room & registered.

They made me room header which means I'm in charge of everybody in my room.

It feels real weird conducting family prayer. the guys kind of look up to me I guess.

It was real different standing there while there telling me to watch my guys and report them if they are bad.

I feel 100% better. the spirit in this mission is over whelming.

last night was a hard night every body was tossing and turning half the night and my companion snores.

I feel now that this the place where I'm supposed to be.

Today was our first fast. It was a 25 hour fast.

We met this guy that stop[ped] these guys I was walking with.

He said that god reveal[ed] to him that the Book of Mormon was written by the Devil.

He wanted us to listen to him but he would not lisin [listen] to us at all.

There was nothing done. He just wanted to win an augument [argument].

This morning we went to the Salt Lake temple. this is tho [the] most spiritual place I ever saw.

It was a Bitchen place. We spent about 8 hours there.

Next we taught this older couple who she was a member he wasn't.

It was funny cause they were reading this book on a [faith] healer.

Well my companion said ya ought to throw it away. He even said he would like to take it with him so he can dispose of it.

I felt the spirit in that home that I could not stop bear[ing] my testimony for hours.

I was high of the spirit that night.

I told him to really honestly pray about it and I bore my testimony to him, that it has worked for me so why not ya too.

I felt the Spirit so strongly that I just couldn't shut up.

I talk[ed] a long time and his eyes glared at me.

I just can't wait to see what happens. I hope something.

Got up real early this morning.

Then we took a buss back to tha [the] pad. And it happen[ed] the buss kept on going. It was to[o] full to pick us up.

We waited for about an hour watching buss after buss go by until our buss came again.

We had an appointment at the Hopital [Hospital] for family home evening. We were an hour late.

We sang christmas songs to the real old people.

I felt that I was really helping these people just by singing.

I saw one of them crying not because she was sad but because she was so over joyed with happiness.

We kind-a did a No-No today. We really didn't do much missionary work today.

I listen to there testimonies and I know it was from the heart cause I felt the Spirit so strong ya can cut it with a knife.

I felt like crying so bad but I didn't but inside I cried my eyes out.

There are so many spiritual missionaries that I just couldn't believe it.

I want [to be] close to my Heavenly Father.

I gave the prayer and my words kept coming. I did not know what to say but I could not end for some reason.

It felt like some one talking over me.

anyway I struggled and finally said, "In the name of Christ, Amen," which was very hard to say at the time.

Maybe I'm getting a revelation of some kind.

I can't really express it.

I have determination to become a good missionary I just got to use it.

I voic[ed] my opinion about my elders truthfully. I felt some of them were lazy and I told them.

I felt the spirit guiding each one of us.

I felt closer [to] those guys than ever before.

I was worried about giving the lesson. It was my turn to giv[e] the investigators class. It was my first time.

Well there w[ere] 8 investigators. I was very nervous.

I started to mess around with the film projector.

I said a little pray[er] to myself that [the Lord] would get me out of this mess.

Well the film even went over time. So I thought the Lord is working over time.

I almost lost my temper and said a couple of swear w[o]rds.

We worked in a yard with sickles and cane knives.

We had a discussion with the Melkonian[s], and it went real good.

I even felt the Spirit and answered some of their questions.

I felt like I wasn't just another object this time but part of the discussion.

I had a warm feeling.

I knew it was from the heart.

We went to Waimea Falls.

I jumped the fence.

Elder Johnson told me to get out.

I got mad, but my reasoning took over my temper.

I wasn't supposed to be in there.

That wild boar was getting ready to make his move.

I got to think before I act. Thank you Elder Johnson.

I got up at 5 [o'clock] to study because I had to give a talk.

I was scared all the way up until I stood up.

I thought it had been about 5 minutes.

Somebody told me it was 20 minutes.

I asked the bishop if he would sing Aloha Oe to Elder Lambert.

My companion had tears in his eyes.

We went to seminary.

We got a call to go to the hospital.

There was a baby with jaundice under the lights.

We had to take him out to bless him.

I was scared, but I did it.

I felt a little sensation of a Spirit.

Then we taught a family.

The children seemed more interested than the adults.

I told them a story about the men that jump out of the plane.

They don't have no fear because they know the answers.

Those girls said they felt that same thing when they heard it.

Then I started to feel good.

I was sick, but not no more.

From then on I talked with the spirit.

My eyes were watering when I left.

When I stood up it was like sitting on a cloud.

I don't know what I said.

My companion said he felt the Spirit come out of me.

I love those people, and I don't want to lose them.

I was beat and mad.

Elder Johnson was ready to hit the sack.

I said, let's don't let this be a bad day.

We went out and started visiting every member on the street.

They told us the husband did not want Mormon visitors.

I could tell by his voice we were not wanted.

They asked me to teach the 6-year-old class.

I loved it.

Later I taught the young people.

We had a fireside, and I felt the Spirit as I talked.

I tried to touch the hearts of the young people.

I hope I did.

I love the Lord with all my heart, might, and mind.

I got to the mission at about 10:45 a.m., got my room, and registered.

They made me room head, which means I'm in charge of everybody in my room.

It feels real weird conducting family prayer. The guys kind of look up to me I guess.

It was real different standing there while they were telling me to watch my guys and report them if they are bad.

I feel 100 percent better. The Spirit in this mission is overwhelming.

Last night was a hard night. Everybody was tossing and turning half the night, and my companion snores.

I feel now that this is the place where I'm supposed to be.

Today was our first fast. It was a 25-hour fast.

We met this guy that stopped the guys I was walking with.

He said that God revealed to him that the Book of Mormon was written by the devil.

He wanted us to listen to him, but he would not listen to us at all.

There was nothing done. He just wanted to win an argument.

This morning we went to the Salt Lake Temple. This was the most spiritual place I ever saw.

It was a bitchen place. We spent about eight hours there.

Next we taught this older couple. She was a member and he wasn't.

It was funny because they were reading this book on a faith healer.

My companion said they ought to throw it away. He even said he would like to take it with him so he could dispose of it.

I felt the Spirit in that home so strongly that I could not stop bearing my testimony for hours.

I was high on the Spirit that night.

I told him to really honestly pray about it, and I bore my testimony to him that it had worked for me, so why not him too.

I felt the Spirit so strongly that I just couldn't shut up.

I talked a long time and his eyes glared at me.

I just can't wait to see what happens.

We got up real early this morning.

We took a bus back to the pad, and it happened that the bus kept on going. It was too full to pick us up.

We waited about an hour watching bus after bus go by until our bus came again.

We had an appointment at the hospital for family home evening. We were an hour late.

We sang Christmas songs to the real old people.

I felt that I was really helping these people just by singing.

I saw one of them crying, not because she was sad, but because she was so overjoyed with happiness.

We kind of did a no-no today. We really didn't do much missionary work.

I listened to their testimonies, and I knew it was from the heart because I felt the Spirit so strong you could cut it with a knife.

I felt like crying so bad, but I didn't. Inside I cried my eyes out.

There are so many spiritual missionaries that I just couldn't believe it.

I want to be close to my Heavenly Father.

I almost lost my temper and said a couple of swear words.

We worked in a yard with sickles and cane knives.

We had a discussion with the Melkonians, and it went real good.

I even felt the Spirit and answered some of their questions.

I felt like I wasn't just another object this time, but part of the discussion.

I had a warm feeling.

I knew it was from the heart.

We went to Waimea Falls.

I jumped the fence.

Elder Johnson told me to get out.

I got mad, but my reasoning took over my temper.

I wasn't supposed to be in there.

That wild boar was getting ready to make his move.

I have to think before I act. Thank you, Elder Johnson.

I gave the prayer and my words kept coming.

I did not know what to say, but I could not end for some reason.

It felt like someone talking over me.

I struggled and finally said, "In the name of Christ, amen," which was very hard to say at the time.

Maybe I'm getting a revelation of some kind.

I can't really express it.

I have determination to become a good missionary. I just have to use it.

I voiced my opinion about my elders truthfully. I felt some of them were lazy and I told them.

I felt the Spirit guiding each one of us.

I felt closer to those guys than ever before.

I was worried about giving the lesson. It was my turn to give the investigators class for the first time.

There were eight investigators. I was very nervous.

I started to mess around with the film projector.

I said a little prayer to myself that the Lord would get me out of this mess.

The film even went over time. I thought the Lord was working overtime.

I got up at five o'clock to study because I had to give a talk.

I was scared all the way up until I stood up.

I thought it had been about five minutes.

Somebody told me it was twenty minutes.

I asked the bishop if he would sing Aloha Oe to Elder Lambert.

My companion had tears in his eyes.

We went to seminary.

We got a call to go to the hospital.

There was a baby with jaundice under the lights.

We had to take him out to bless him.

I was scared, but I did it.

I felt a little sensation of the Spirit.

Then we taught a family.

The children seemed more interested than the adults.

I told them a story about the men that jump out of the plane.

They don't have any fear because they know the answers.

Those girls said they felt that same thing when they heard it.

Then I started to feel good.

I was sick, but not any more.

From then on I talked with the Spirit.

My eyes were watering when I left.

When I stood up, it was like sitting on a cloud.

I don't know what I said.

My companion said he felt the Spirit come out of me.

I love those people, and I don't want to lose them.

I was beat and mad.

Elder Johnson was ready to hit the sack.

I said, "Let's not let this be a bad day."

We went out and started visiting every member on the street.

They told us the husband did not want Mormon visitors.

I could tell by his voice we were not wanted.

They asked me to teach the six-year-old class.

I loved it.

Later I taught the young people.

We had a fireside, and I felt the Spirit as I talked.

I tried to touch the hearts of the young people.

I hope I did.

I love the Lord with all my heart, might, and mind.