Flooding the Earth with the Book of Mormon: Yoruba at gas station. Sat, Sep 22, 2007.

Flooding the Earth with the Book of Mormon

(One drop at a time.) My journal entries about offering copies of the Book of Mormon, the Bible, and other LDS church books, mainly to immigrants in their native language, mainly in Indianapolis, Indiana. With 106 translations, the Book of Mormon (along with the Bible) is a good "Rosetta Stone" for learning English or other languages, in addition to being a missionary tool.

My goals in keeping this blog/journal are: to encourage others to offer people copies of the Book of Mormon and the Bible, to illustrate the incredible number of recent immigrants who are eager for bilingual material, to illustrate the ease of encountering them and offering them material, and to make known the wonderful deeds of the Lord (Ps 105:1, Isa 12:4) in arranging many of these encounters. I realize that the concept of offering foreign language books to strangers is just plain weird to many people, so here are some hints if you are intrigued by this and wish to try it. Respectful comments and constructive criticism are invited.

The goal of the book placement effort is to provide, in a friendly non-threatening way, gospel material to someone who is willing to receive it in their native language and English.

To the recipients of these books who read this: I thank you again for allowing me to be of service to you. I encourage you to read the material, and pray to God that He confirm the truth of it to you. The Bible and the Book of Mormon are both the Word of God. Living according to their teachings brings happiness.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Yoruba at gas station. Sat, Sep 22, 2007.

09/22/2007. 888. After supper at the Chinese buffet, I ran one more errand, and was heading home. But I felt a motivation to go to the singles dance at a nearby stake center. I hadn't planned on going, but all of a sudden it felt like the right thing to do.

I stayed at the dance about an hour or so, and left before the end. I took a certain route home, but received a distinct impression that I should go back to a particular gas station that I had already passed and then take a different route home.

I've been to that gas station before on previous trips to/from the stake center, and have made a least a couple of book or DVD placements there.

I went in and bought something. The cashier spoke with an accent, so I asked where he was from. He was from Nigeria and his native language was Yoruba. I offered him a Yoruba Sunday School manual, and his face lit up, and he expressed eagerness to see it. I brought a copy in from my car along with the English edition. He graciously accepted them, and started flipping through them.

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