Our First "Program"

2/29/12
Tonight we had our first lesson, which they call "programs", that we sat in on with the missionaries. The investigator was a girl we had met in Enlish class, and happens to be a 'Super-model'. She speaks fair enlgish, but of course the lesson was in Hungarian. Listening to a foreign language is a lot like listening to white noise. I'd recommend it for anyone who can't fall asleep. We're still jet-lagged, and Richard had to poke me in the leg every few seconds, to keep my head from rolling. After the lesson, I apologized for being so drowsy, but the missionaries were full of praise. They said it was the first program with a Greenie that the Greenie hadn't slept the whole time.
The investigator had read from the Book of Mormon, but had not prayed to know if it was true. She got out the diagram of the Plan of Salvation that the missionaries had given her the week before, and told them that she'd shared it with her parents and that "They like, very much." She seemed very open to everything that they taught and even agreed to say the closing prayer, which she had never done before. At the end of the lesson, they asked her if she had any questions for us, and she asked us why we needed the Book of Mormon when we already have the Bible. We shared with her the reasons we felt it was needed and then I bore my testiony in Hungarian. I have been so thankful that learning how to say our testimony was the first homework assignment of our first language lesson. It seemed too hard at the time, but I've been grateful for it every day we've been here.