It's everywhere. So the bishop called us back a little while later after we told him about it. He went outside to listen for himself and eventually heard what we heard. Turns out it was a neighbor blowing his hunting horn to train his coon huntin' dogs. But still. Even bishop agreed, it was an odd coincidence that his neighbor would be training at night in the dark at the very moment we went outside on the night we talked about the trumpets. There are no coincidences. It was a sign to let us know that no, we're not crazy, and yes, everything we've been talking about concerning the end times is super real. If you read the Doctrine and Covenants, it's in like, every other section.
Back to like, my missionary work though. Went on exchanges with Sister Parmenter on Tuesday in Richland. We're kinda fed up with young dudes in trailer parks who only talk to us because we're young and attractive, fifteen minutes wasted and they didn't get a word of the Restoration. But we did talk to a young adult in front of his apartment, ended up teaching the full restoration, and he asked where our church was. Then he told us he'd seen the sister missionaries riding their bikes in the rain one day and told his brother that if they ever talked to him, he'd go to their church because of how dedicated they are. Heck yeah. That's why we bike in the rain.
Sister Dailey and I taught the Book of Mormon class again this week, led a discussion about the army of Helaman. Two investigators were in the class, one of theirs and one of ours, and a member with a killer conversion story. Spirit was so strong. And our inv, Brother J, is solid. At long last.... gators that understand what they read and can discuss it. We taught Brother J after church yesterday - well, we meant to. But he ended up teaching US about tithing and fasting and committed himself to do it before we even asked. You're making this too easy for us, Brother J! we said. I had a wonderful living example, he said. His daughter's family are like the most solid family ever.
This week's M-Hall adventure was a guy who drove up to us while we were tracting, looking sufficiently hood with a bandana on his head and studs in his ears. Had this wild and troubled look in his eyes as we followed him into a laundry room so he could ask us for help with his house that is haunted (different from a haunted house, those are not life threatening). He claimed to have video on his phone (which thankfully was not with him) of the bad mumbo jumbo that he's been seeing in the halls, something about child-age spirits, roaring sounds, and the walls turning red. Poor guy seemed legit scared, and swore no drug or alcohol use or satanic practice was going on in his home. He'd stopped us recognizing us as spiritual people, but unfortunately we don't have the priesthood to handle these kinds of things. So we took down his info and passed it on to the bishop, but he said he and his counselors would have to consider and pray about this before attempting a cleansing. I guess even bishoprics get freaked out by bad mumbo jumbo.
Pioneer day was not nearly as extravagant as Cassie's Utah-scale celebration, but there were pancakes and a pie contest (my Oreo pie took first place, shout out to mom for the recipe) and a baptism for a family of five. Glorious day. Next week is our turn. Brother J all the way! In the meantime, the hunt for the elect continues (so we don't go into a state of depression when he's baptized and we don't have a golden inv anymore), and rest assured we'll be raising our voices like unto a trump. The urgency is real.