14 April 2014
Hello, "Daf!" (yeah, iPhone typing is a pain) (I'd signed my letter "Love, Daf" -- I don't do well with the iPhone keypad.)
Sorry about your computer; hopefully, it gets fixed quickly. We appreciate your thoughts and prayers; we had a hectic but productive week. We combed through the less active list for the area, which is geographically enormous. We combed through Glenwood, Pacific Junction, Henderson, and Malvern this week; we have yet to comb through Thurman, Tabor, and Randolph (Mineola, Burkett, Silver City, and the most western block of Hastings are in our area, but have no known less actives); see Google Maps for an idea of how huge this area is. (I saw Google Maps. It is a huge area.)
Thankfully, we're still under our mileage limit, but we've really gotta conserve them at least until the end of next week when they get updated again. We tracted like mad throughout Glenwood and we have a couple of potential investigators. The meal calendar went from being scant to filled for every day of this week except for Thursday, and most of the remaining days of this month are filled. Oh, keep this on the DL, but Bishop Jacob's uncle is D. Todd Christofferson (the Apostle? The very same.)
We had a pretty contentious run-in with an anti-Mormon; we went to an address for a former investigator couple, found a man working the yard of the house, asked if the former investigators lived there, he replied that they owned the property, and we decided to go for the next window of opportunity: talking to HIM about the Church.
Looking back at it, it started off shaky and I could feel at least some contention without even saying anything. It was like our old investigator on steroids; it was the same old junk, that we're a Satanic cult, we didn't really know the scriptures, we need to remember the creeds, and so forth. All we could do was bear testimony that we know that what we're doing is right and true. He encouraged us to restudy Paul's epistles, was just condescending and a jerk, and told us to stop what we were doing and then maybe he'd see us in heaven. Elder LeFevre responded that there was no way he'd stop being a missionary and I replied in return, "No can do." I almost said, "No can do, slick," but maybe that wouldn't have been a good idea...
It's been an adventure and I know that there will be a whole lot more, but we're striving. We appreciate your continued thoughts and prayers and I extend mine to you in return.
No worries about the short email; you sounded like you had a good Easter. Thank you so much for the gift basket, it's awesome. We had a pretty good Easter; our Bishop gave another excellent talk; it was about the importance of partaking of the Sacrament worthily and centering our minds on the Atonement of Christ. We had dinner at our ward mission leader and his family's home (burgers, potatoes, JELL-O, and salad) and a family called the Fitzpatricks. Brother Fitzpatrick cracks me up; he's a Kansas farm boy and Iraq War veteran (never saw combat though, but he was there) and he's very deadpan. The way he says, "Seriously?" cracks me up. The area actually doesn't go quite to Missouri if you're looking on Google Maps, the northern boundary is from the Missouri River on the border of Bellevue, Nebraska to a little west of Highway 59. The eastern boundary is from that point down to the town of Randolph, Iowa. The southern boundary is from Randolph, Iowa to the Missouri River, and the western boundary is the Missouri River up to the border with Bellevue. The Shenandoah area actually borders the state of Missouri. So the towns that are in our area include:
Pacific Junction, IA
Silver City, IA
the westernmost block of Hastings, IA
Still, it's pretty geographically big. That's great that the song turned out good and that camping was tolerable. (We went camping this weekend. It was good. Our Priesthood quorums sang a special musical number on Sunday. It was tolerable.) How are the dogs and cat(s) doing? A member in the ward has what I think is a Labradoodle and I think that she and Auggie would either get along or hate each other.
It's great that spring is finally there; we're seeing it too. The weather has warmed up, the grass is greener, we've gotten some good downpours recently. We're in a drought, so we've been praying for rain. And we have two baptisms set and a handful of new investigators. We had a wonderful exchange with the Assistants to the Mission President: Elders Layton and Scott. Elder Scott went with Elder LeFevre (who's my companion) and I went with Elder Layton. They're both good guys; Elder Scott is very enthusiastic and LOVES Glenwood (it was his first area and a lot of people here love him too) and Elder Layton is extremely spiritual, approachable, amiable and a great missionary. He and I hit it right off; we talked the Gospel, missionary life, music, it was terrific. He and I also had a great experience giving a less active a blessing and the Spirit was so powerful. So we're in good spirits and we've gotten to be more discerning of the needs of the people according to the promptings of the Spirit. Elder LeFevre and I had a great night just talking and planning yesterday and we're having a pretty good P-day. He's got a lot of potential.
Thank you for your continued thoughts and prayers and I hope that you can feel mine and ours in return. I love you, Dad, and I send my love to all in the family and the Church down there.