Abel Keogh
When I lived in Bulgaria, bored teenagers would occasionally try to start trouble by swearing at me and my companion in English. Most of the time they had the swear words down pat – even if that was the only English they knew.
The best way to handle these situations was to pretend like we didn’t know what they were saying. In Bulgarian we’d ask them what language they were speaking and what they were trying to tell us. More often than not, this would frustrate the potential troublemakers and give us an in to befriending them – thus avoiding any future problems or confrontations.
I was reminded of this when I saw the following YouTube video from the Bulgarian knockoff of American Idol. Here a wannabe Bulgarian Idol contestant trying to sing a Mariah Carey song “Without You.” However, her English still needs some work. (For those who don’t understand Bulgarian, this version has English subtitles.)
And for those who want to see a Bulgarian news follow up (with English subtitles) of the “Ken Lee” phenomenon she started, you can watch that below. (Her English still needs some work.)
Cross-posted at Abel Keogh's blog.
Showing posts with label missionary experiences. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Family Dinner
By Mary Stosich
Although I had spent hours preparing the best food I knew how, including rolls, pies and mashed potatoes, I had never met even one of our seven, unusual dinner guests until just a few days ago. This was not the typical dinner party with friends, ward members or business colleagues, but instead, brothers and sisters—fellow citizens of the household of God from Australia.
During his LDS mission in Australia, my husband, Al was instrumental in sharing the gospel message with the Tremacchi family. Thirty-seven years later, Al—formerly known and loved as Elder Stosich, the once twelve-year-old boy who is now a stake president and his sister shared an emotional reunion of spiritual commonality powered by gospel of Jesus Christ.
As for the rest of the Aussie family and myself, we were also conscious of the great events of baptism that opened the gate wide for life-defining conversion and temple covenants. We all shared exquisite, unspeakable joy. Lives that had been otherwise separated by countries, oceans and the spans of time, were instantaneously melded together in rich bonds made possible through the memories of missionary labors and love. The future—even the distant future could hold more of these reunions for each of us!
What price am I willing to pay for other brothers and sisters who are presently missing at the dinner table? Tonight I am just itching for a missionary experience again. Do any of you feel the same way?
Although I had spent hours preparing the best food I knew how, including rolls, pies and mashed potatoes, I had never met even one of our seven, unusual dinner guests until just a few days ago. This was not the typical dinner party with friends, ward members or business colleagues, but instead, brothers and sisters—fellow citizens of the household of God from Australia.
During his LDS mission in Australia, my husband, Al was instrumental in sharing the gospel message with the Tremacchi family. Thirty-seven years later, Al—formerly known and loved as Elder Stosich, the once twelve-year-old boy who is now a stake president and his sister shared an emotional reunion of spiritual commonality powered by gospel of Jesus Christ.
As for the rest of the Aussie family and myself, we were also conscious of the great events of baptism that opened the gate wide for life-defining conversion and temple covenants. We all shared exquisite, unspeakable joy. Lives that had been otherwise separated by countries, oceans and the spans of time, were instantaneously melded together in rich bonds made possible through the memories of missionary labors and love. The future—even the distant future could hold more of these reunions for each of us!
What price am I willing to pay for other brothers and sisters who are presently missing at the dinner table? Tonight I am just itching for a missionary experience again. Do any of you feel the same way?
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