Image via WikipediaThe missionaries tell us that investigators fall out of the sky in Valencia, and we learned for ourselves that it's true. On Monday evening we arrived at the Valencia train station, checked into our hotel, and then took a little walk to get some late dinner before retiring. We stopped for some tapas in a little restaurant on San Vicente Martir. As we were selecting our tapas from the counter, a young waitress behind the counter looked at our chapas and asked if we were with a church. Was it a Christian church? Did we have a card or something with the address of the church? We were fresh out of pass-along cards, so I gave her my business card and wrote the address of the chapel and the telephone number of the zone leaders. She wrote down her name and telephone number so we could contact her.
The Hermanas in Valencia subsequently reported that they visited her and gave her brief overview and shared the story of the First Vision with her. She agreed to come to church tomorrow with the sisters and to have them come back and teach her more.
This is a work of miracles!