This week we had lots of fun spreading “the Gift” (the Gospel of Jesus Christ) to everyone in Korea. Our mission gave us little pass-along cards that have a picture of Mary and Jesus, that says “그분은 선물임니다”-(He is the gift). We’ve been sharing them with everyone that we can, and bearing testimony that our God truly loved us, and sent His only begotten son, our Savior, to the world for us. It’s such a wonderful opportunity I have to share the Gospel this Christmas season.
To be honest, this Christmas has sort of snuck up on me. Korea recognizes Christmas, and kids get presents, and there are a few Christmas trees up here and there, but it’s mostly considered a western holiday. On Christmas, most people are going out to a movie or a dinner with their friends, or are staying home by themselves to relax. The streets aren’t covered with Christmas lights, the shops don’t play Christmas tunes, the stores aren’t full of big lines with people waiting to buy gifts…but there still seems to be something special in the air that is making people’s hearts softer as we share the message of the Gospel to them.
There really is something special about Christmas, regardless of who you are or where you are.
At church this last Sunday, we had a Christmas program where the primary kids sang, the missionaries sang (I don’t know why they ask us, but we always do it), and a couple beautiful Christmas talks about the Savior and His birth were given. I took turns translating for one of our amazing sisters from the Phillipines. We also had a nice bibimbap lunch after church that was prepared by our wonderful Relief Society. It was pretty simple, and completely perfect.
Because Christmas isn’t as big of a holiday as it is in America, it seems easy for everyone to focus on the main reason for Christmas–CHRIST.
I’m so thankful for this humble opportunity to serve as a missionary in Korea this Christmas season!
God is great!
We made a temple out of chocolate mix and candy bars for a ward member we love (and are preparing to someday go to the temple)
This one has a story- We were at one of our Korean grandma’s houses in our ward, and I spilled some of the drink she gave us on my skirt (I’ve come to the conclusion my skirts just want to be giant napkins). She called me a 바보 haha, which is what Laman and Lemuel called Nephi in the Book of Mormon…and then she gave me this huge aluminum apron to wear the rest of the time in her house. I love Korea.
❤ Sister Stastny