The Gift of No Tongue

I was in the Spain Madrid mission and I had been with a native Spanish companion for a few months. After tracting for hours, we came to a door and knocked. The lady smiled and said something unintelligible. Neither of us said anything so, she repeated herself. Again, neither of us answered. Finally, my companion turned to me and said (in Spanish), “Say something. She’s speaking English!” She had said “You’re finally here, Sisters, I’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke in my native tongue and I didn’t recognize it! Sister Evans Spain Madrid 1987-1989

2016-06-27T16:42:25+00:00 April 19th, 2013|Uncategorized|0 Comments

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