Good mornin' y'all,
I'da like tah use this eh Taxus accent, but dat wood take
too long. Never mind that.
I drove safely during exchanges. We had a wonderful dinner
with the Coats family, a part member family. Brother Coats expressed a great
deal more interest in our message than he ever has before, and we answered a
fair amount of his questions over dinner. He asked us what the most rewarding
thing was about our missions. And I had to ask that of myself as well. He'll
progress on his own terms though, but seeing as he accepted a calling to be the
assistant cub scout leader, he'll come around one day. I'm happy that he loves
his family.
This week we got this special black box that sits in the
upper left hand corner of our car and judges us. In reality, it gathers data as
we drive and warns us if we are driving too fast, turning to quickly, or
driving recklessly. While Elder Bertelsen is still the assigned driver and so I
haven't taken on this responsibility (I only drove during exchanged when he
wasn't with us,), using the black box we could theoretically trade off, because
we would be attributed and accountable for our own driving. Elder Bertelsen
likes driving though, so he probably will do most of it, if not all of the
remainder of this transfer. I don't mind working the GPS, backing him up
occasionally and recording miles, however, so I have nothing to complain about,
really.
Anyway, this Sunday I gave a talk, the first one since I
gave my farewell, almost nine months ago. Almost a third of my mission has been
used up and gone. That was the first time I can remember ever using a piece of
paper and pen to write my talk, rather than just typing it. I was blessed to
speak on the topic of preparing to serve a mission. Daniel and Gina came to
church for the first time, and their neighbor, Mauro, who incidentally is a
catholic priest, also came. But don't imagine that he came in a priestly robe
or anything. it was because of Mauro that Elder Bertelsen and his last
companion were able to find Daniel and Gina. They went looking for him during
Christmas time, and they found them at the front porch talking, so they shared
He is the Gift with them. They were touched by the message, invited them back,
and the rest is history. While I didn't see too much success coming directly
from He is the Gift, it obviously affected me in the future.
We had tons and tons of success
this weekend. We had been planning a missionary activity for some time, and
this past Saturday was finally it. Together with our Ward Mission Leader we
planned an activity where return missionaries would bring a food or two that
came from or represented their missions. There was catfish, empanadas, funeral
potatoes, and plenty of other foods. With Daniel and Gina's family, included,
we were able to get 11 investigators to the church for this activity, where
they got blanketed in fellowship and the testimonies of a few of the RM's. At
the end a few return missionaries gave testimonies, and I bet that it touched
them fairly well. Casey, Daniel and Gina's friends George and Lucy and their
kids, Casey, and Christina and Johny, a boy and his mom who live next door to our
1st counselor in the ward all made it. If things progress the way they ought
to, many people will join the church in this area. I'm excited for all of them.
Then after church on Sunday, Daniel and Gina came to the
Bishop's home and we ate dinner with them all. We were only a tad bit
disappointed because they didn't bring their kids with them. Their kids didn't
make it to church either, but we did make it as clear as we could that their
kids were invited next week.
If I didn't talk about them in previous emails, George and
Lucy's family is nearly inseparable from Daniel and Gina's. If you find one
family, you'll certainly find the other. After the missionary activity Saturday
night, we took them on a church tour where George expressed a strong desire to discover
his roots. We'll get him to the Family History Center and let the spirit of
Elijah take over. Gina and Lucy seem to want the gospel a lot, and their
husbands are understandably skeptical. They all need to read the Book of Mormon
though, so we will approach all of them in a similar manner. Keep them in your
prayers. Oh boy, I just hope they don't transfer me out of here so I can be
there to see them become members. But if I get called away, it'll be fine.
Questions
and Answers:
How has the new
driving responsibility been for you?
It was only that day, so it hasn't really been prolonged at
all. I might drive in the future, but like I indicated, I don't think it's
terribly likely.
Has the Spirit helped
you to be calm?
Sí.
What kind of car do
you use?
Ford Fusion. Much better turning radius than a malibu.
How was your meeting
on Saturday?
Did I say I would have a meeting on Saturday? Well we had
that activity. The day before when we got the black boxes President Slaughter
talked about the millennium. That was great.
Were Daniel and Gina
and Casey and others able to come?
Oh, so you did mean the activity. Yes and yes. This was a
real success at the ward level.
Were your ward people
able to participate?
Many were there.
Are you taking the
EmergenC vits to help your body heal your throat?
Sí.
What was your most
important Spiritual experience this week?
On Saturday there was a child of record baptism in the ward
and the confirmation on Sunday. I love confirmations because you can feel the
spirit strongly. Mauro was dumbfounded by the confirmation. "Was that a
written prayer or something?" "Nope, it was spirit lead." Maybe
Mauro was touched sufficiently as well.
What else besides
Texas road kill was sort of funny this week?
Well, this wasn't as funny as it was per-say, weird.
In Uvalde there is this person, woman or man cross dressing
as a woman, we're not sure, who pushes this baby stroller all over the place
with two baby dolls inside of it. On Saturday we saw this person. To be honest,
when you see what I'm explaining, you're not going to be sure whether you
should burst out laugh or stop whatever you're doing and put as much distance
as humanly possible between you and the pretender to motherhood. Uvalde, city
of trees in the middle of the road, little to nothing to do recreational, and
fake mothers pushing strollers.
--
-Elder Hall
Texas San Antonio Mission
P.S. Why did the Lamanites' legs all hurt?
Because of all the Knee-fights.
Awesome Onion ring. (Not a bunch of action shots this week.)