First full week in AUS

Hello Everybody!

So I have officially survived a full week in Australia! My Vietnamese is still pretty terrible. I mostly just sit quietly in lessons and smile. (like this ^_^) and nod. We work with a lot of University students from Vietnam. So retention can be difficult, but the members are super solid! We have some amazing members currently, and there is a lot of great things happening.

I've heard that there was a super big announcement in the broadcast, but as of yet, I don't know what it is... I haven't seen it yet. I can't wait to find out though.

I've seen a lot of opposition here, and ultimately every objection I've heard can be directly answered in the bible, supported by the Book of Mormon. But people have their agency and the right to find out for themselves. There is a huge difference between here and the Bronx. In the Bronx, people respected the missionaries and would keep their ill mannered thoughts to themselves. Here people speak them openly, even going as far as shouting across the train platforms. Even though there is a lot of negativity all around, the work is still amazing! It's the little successes and miracles that make it all worth it. This week I'm determined to pray for more miracles in our area. I know that as I serve and work harder that God will help me to find those who are seeking that relationship with Christ.

I love you all and hope you're all doing well!

An Uncommon Elder

Elder Timothy Ryan

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