Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Okay, I'm going to start out with a story of faith: Jose, this guy has more faith than a lot of people I know! We've been talking to him about the importance of coming to church but it's hard for him to get work off. So the other day he goes into work, walks straight up to his boss and says "I need work off on Sunday's so I can go to church." His boss says "Um . . . no." So Jose says "Okay, well, I quit - see ya later!" Whoa! And Jose has been working there for like five years. He told us this story and said that he absolutely knew, 100% that the Lord would bless him with another job! Guess what? Three days later he got another job!! I love this guy so much. His baptism is actually tomorrow!!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
These are the typical yard accessories on any given street in Roswell.
That’s not the same Spanish they taught us in the M.T.C.!My Spanish IS getting better but there’s lots of room for improvement. It’s just like golf - you practice everyday - all day - and you get really frustrated along the way (bad shots = bad grammar or misuse of grammar, but you get my point) and then when you get to the tournament (or in this case, an investigator’s door) you just have to hope that you practiced enough and you can come out on top! Right now I’m in the frustrated cause-it’s-not-working-how-I-want-it-to phase. Kind of like Spanish is the front nine and the lesson is the back nine - the front nine was like 5 or 6 over (ouch) but the back nine was like 3 under!
If we’re teaching a lesson, I’m all over it, but then before or after and the investigators are talking about their car or work or something random like that, then that’s when I just nod my head and said “si”. Spanish people talk way fast and forever!
We don’t have many investigators right now because about three weeks ago they changed us to Spanish-only investigators. We knock on doors for like an hour every day and we have a really tiny Spanish Branch, about 30 or 35 people and it’s hard to get lessons with a member present because there is just not enough people. My trainer (or papa; that mission lingo - you get trained by your papa making you a son and so on).
This truck is hilarious:
We like to track him down when we're hungry!!
(we just like what they say!)
This sign always makes me sad . . .
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Hey Everyone! So after 9 weeks in the MTC, and studying harder and longer than I ever thought I could, I "escaped" and landed myself in Roswell, New Mexico!
Roswell is the west end of the Texas Lubbock Mission. Got settled into my apartment, Apartment "D" and assembled the bike.
We generally ride anywhere from 15-40 miles per day. The work is progressing a lot and my Spanish is getting better. I'm excited about the work here and we're expecting more success by the end of this transfer. We're working really close with the members here so we've got to be seeing some success soon!