Stories: In the middle
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| Sister Mari looked at me and smiled and at that moment I knew we were in the middle of a miracle. A miracle that she had been promised in a blessing given to her that told her she would be among her people, speaking her language and sharing the gospel. It wasn't but a month prior, she was saying to me as we sat at lunch with eachother in our very nice little Deseret apartments..." I am to teach my Hungarian people...but Sister how is this true, when I only meet 3 Hungarians here and they all members already?" She had been given the assignment to translate the TMSQ historical in Hungarian but she was not yet started and not sure why it was even neccessary. I encouraged her a bit and she was also motivated by the mission president. He told her that if she did her assignment as soon as she did...an unexpected crowd of Hungarian people would come to hear more. The phone call came unexpectedly, we were in the midle of our lunch ceremonies, I was scooping out the bottom of the rice cooker and she was humming some anonymous Hungarian tune... and then she asked innocently "why are Americans always asking if I am hungry...like I never heard that joke before?" 5 minutes later I was just about to fall asleep for a power nap and she shook me to full awake..." Sister Fa....There is a tour bus of people that are at Temple square right now...guest services just called and some of them speak Hungarian!!" After we left the apartment from our lunch break early... the next scene, if you can imagine a tall, lanky girl running with her eyes wild all the while yelling Hungarian instructions too far behind her then a shorter, polynesian paced companion...that was laughing because sister Mari always forgot that she didn't speak her native tongue.
When we got to the west gate out of breath, we found to our surprise that there were not just some Hungarians afterall but there was a whole tour bus of them and many from her own local area that were suprised she spoke their very own separate dialect. Through her diligence she had completed that translation project only earlier that very week, that they came. They were asking how and why she was in America and especially here with the "Mormons". She very carefully with love and joy and eagerness answered their questions and they were touched...they even laughed at the companion that said the only 3 words she knew..."Csodalatos, Szetetlek and Kabostostesta...translates "wonderful-I love you- a hungarian sweet cabbage pasta dish)
We were all touched while we stood in the middle of the miracle. |
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