Well, it was a great week and a terrible week. On the good side, Raimundo had his baptismal interview and is on track to be baptized this Saturday at 3:00 PM. He is excited as are we. On the bad side, some of our investigators with baptismal date didn't come to church and we don't know why. We are going to have to postpone their baptismal date for another week. We didn't find even one new investigator last week, as hard as we tried. We had a few companionship problems. It's normal, I think, as you become accustomed to a new companion, that you step a little on your dance partner's toes, in a matter of speaking. We got to talk yesterday in sacrament meeting. My companion spoke about repentance and I talked about the Book of Mormon. We had a great time.
A lot of last week was occupied with a mission leader council, a visit to the offices to help Élder Oillataguerre learn a few things, and a few other things that needed doing. It was, for us, a slow week. We hope to be able to do greater things this week. As Sheri Dew often said in a book I was reading a few years ago, "Onward and Upward."
I complete 19 months today. That's crazy to me. Within the half year many of us (my friends and I) will be coming home. The time has disappeared. If I remember well, a poet once referred to time as water: you need it, you must cherish and enjoy it; but it runs out and you can never hold it still in your hand. It slips through your fingers and goes its way. That is how my mission has been for me. I still feel like five more months is plenty of time, but somewhere in my mind is the knowledge that that time will disappear before I know it.
This week's letter has been brought to you by the chorus of a favorite song of mine that I think I've shared before. The church music website is down, so I'll share a gospel song that I remember from memory (I hope it's mostly right).
There are refugees among usThey don't carry flags or signsThey are standing right beside usIn the market checkout linesAnd there are no correspondentsDocumenting all their griefBut these refugees among us allAre yearning for reliefThis is a call to armsTo reach out and to holdEvacuees from the darkThis is a call to armsTo lead anguished soulsTo Safe Harbours of the heartDo you hear the pleas of the refugeesFor safe harbours of the heart?There are refugees among usThat will live what words won't tellSome are losing faith in HeavenCause their life's a living HellAnd the war that they've been fightingIt will not be televisedBut the story of their need for loveIs written in their eyes.This is a call to armsTo reach out and to holdEvacuees from the darkThis is a call to armsTo lead anguished soulsTo Safe Harbours of the heartDo you hear the pleas of the refugeesFor safe harbours of the heart?
I am a warrior in this army. I am fighting a very interesting war. My weapons give life. I am fighting not against "flesh and blood, but against...the powers of darkness in high places." There are many refugees from that war. I want to answer that "call to arms" for that is what my Captain always did. He who healed the sick, caused the blind to see, the lame to walk, and the dead to live always had his hand outstretched to heal us, and always will. I love Him. I know that He lives. I am His servant administring the only true Cure in all of the history of humanity. He is the Master Healer, the Only Begotten Son of God in the flesh, even the Redeemer of us all. His is my best friend. I know without a single doubt that He lives. I talk with Him daily and He talks with me as well.
All My Love,
PS Zoë, congratulations on your part in the primary program. I hope you feel better. SalleeAnn and Matt, I hope things are well with your future wildlife reservist children. Noella, I'm excited for next September. Ju and Chris, I'm always praying for you. Mom and Dad, I hope you enjoyed your trip. The package has not arrived. If necessary, I'll cancel the card, but please check the address and if you can, if it got here. I love you all!