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From Sister Nielson's Blog

This post made me so incredibly happy, especially considering the trying circumstances in which Ethan has been serving.  Glad to see he's still rocking his "cheesey" grin...

Too, I would like to give myself "props" for figuring out exactly which hymn Ethan was playing within two minutes of looking at the photo.  See if you too can figure it out...


A Visit to Szczecin!

The Branch in Szczecin is the farthest place in the mission that we visit. Here President Nielson can only put Elders that he trusts will do a good job. Last month, Szczecin had 2 baptisms and there are more to come!

Looking down from the church window, we see our two faithful Elders who serve in this great city....Elder Kennedy and Elder Fletcher.

They are met at the front door by Lukasz, a recent convert. It was an exciting day for Lukasz. Today he was giving his first talk in Sacrament Meeting. (And it was great! We could not believe it was his first time speaking in church.) Lukasz is going to be a great strength to this little branch.

President Jarosz (2nd Counselor in the Mission Presidency) had come to meet with President Stankiewicz (the Branch President) and President Nielson.

While all the 'Presidents' were meeting, Elder Kennedy was helping to bring the spirit to the meeting by playing some wonderful prelude music. Elder Kennedy has done an amazing job in Szczecin. He has had experiences and gained wisdom in ways that will bless his life forever.

The Branch President and his two 'right hand men'...Elders Fletcher and Kennedy.

The Szczecin Branch: Elder Fletcher, Lukasz, Agnieszka, Barbara (new convert), Grazyna, Elder Kennedy, President Stankievicz, Zbigniew, and President Jarosz.

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  1. Ethan's playing Praise to the Man! I think.. :)

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  2. You win the prize, Anna! It is indeed Praise to the Man!

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  3. Wow! How do you ladies recognize what hymn he is playing?

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