Everything until Friday was awesome this past week.
Remember
the new person we are teaching I wrote about last week? The one who
works at the temple? So we went by and taught him on Monday and he gave
us both a 4"x4" slab of the tile going inside the Gilbert temple. It's
awesome! We taught a great lesson and at the end we extended a baptismal
invitation and he said, "I think so...I want to...I need to!"
The week could not have started off any better. But it
only got better. The next day we got a phone call from his fellowship
saying that he was looking for tickets for general conference because he
was going to take the guy we are teaching all the way to Salt Lake
City. 'You can put your money on the prophet!' Wooo! We were super
excited and looked all over. We found them two tickets to the Sunday
afternoon session but they said they would have to take work off on
Monday to do it. They kept looking and found two for the saturday
afternoon session. On Thursday we got a phone call from his fellowship
again saying that the supervisor at the Gilbert temple said that he
wanted to get a copy of the conversion story of the guy we are teaching
(we'll call him John for the sake of anonymimity) so that he could put
it in the temple cornerstone. WOWOWOWOW. Yeah, we were pretty excited at
this point. He loved church, he wanted to get baptized, he was going
to the conference center for conference and his conversion story was
going in the temple cornerstone! Finally after 6 really hard weeks we
had a ray of light.
And then we got a phone call from his fellowship on
Friday saying that his boss had fired him for going to conference and
that he no longer worked with 'John.' (The fellowship lives in Mesa).
Also turns out that 'John' wasn't able to make it to conference. We
hadn't met with him all that week because he was so busy prepping to go
and with work.
Dang. So we settled with inviting him to watch
conference on Saturday or Sunday. He was in New Mexico for both and
wasn't able to see it.
Now we haven't met with him for 7 days and we're starting to get a little stressed.
sigh.
We didn't have any
investigators watch conference. It's a pretty bad thing if you can't get
a single person to watch one of the five sessions.
It's hard to stay optimistic when everything falls apart. Why can't anything be easy?
Last
night we went driving to visit a former investigator again hoping for
luck this time. Just before I had put a bunch of names into the GPS from
the YSA ward that we didn't know. On the way to the former we just
happened to drive past a place marker for someone in the YSA ward. We
decided to get out and meet them but they weren't home. His brother,
returned for 2 weeks from his mission, was there and we talked with him.
I asked him if he knew anyone interested in the gospel and he said that
he had a friend who had been reading the Book of Mormon on and off for
four years. We got her information and are planning to stop by today.
We're hoping something comes from this. I need something to...
On a less depressing note I've been sleep talking alot
apparently. I woke myself up the other day by saying, "IT'S ALL ABOUT
THE FLAVOR!" I dreamed about a giant mountain berry blast powerade.
Those things are so good.
How fast are roadrunners?
Why does ice break when water touches it?
Yesterday
we heard some planes flying over en route to landing at the airport.
They were 737 size. Three different ones flew over in about five minutes
and every time they reached a certain point in the sky the engine sound
changed dramatically and made a very strange sound like that of the THX
audio sound when the sound changes from high tone to low tone. The weird
sound only lasted a second or two. Why? Does it have to do with flying
over the mountains at relatively low altitude?
Two days ago we were walking around at 8:30 at night
seemingly alone on the street. Just then a chihuahua (spelling?) darted
out from a house and ran at us. I was really bored so half chased it and
when I looked up the owner was starting at me blank faced. Haha it was
super embarrassing so we walked away. Turns out that was the house we
were supposed to visit. We'll probably wait a while till we go back
again...
General Conference was pretty sweet, eh? Lots of really
great talks and too many pages of notes to write down. I did see Westin
Levitt and Susie Sowa singing though! I also noticed someone from my
political science class at BYU who was always making
really...interesting... comments. Small world.
I think the best talk of the weekend was Elder Scott's.
I don't remember why or what exactly he spoke on haha but it was my
favorite. And then there was the one quote about how 'it doesn't matter
where we raise our kids but how.' I got a good laugh at that one.
We went to the priesthood session 30 minutes early in
order to get a decent seat. Thinking it would be crowded, we planned
ahead. When we walked into the chapel at 4:30 it was completely empty
haha. It was pretty empty until 4:50ish when everyone rushed in.
Classic. We had good seats.
For those that went to the priesthood session, do you
remember the story about the football quarterback and the girl that was
getting bullied? The quarterback is from Queen Creek and was sitting
three rows in front of me. He is in our roommates' ward. Turns out the
girl isn't a member so we told them to pick it up haha. You can't be
shown in general conference and not be a member! (that's not true, but
she should be!)
I also got a good laugh out of the story about the guy
given the stake clerk calling who was "struggling at getting to church
every week." At BYU I slept through church two weeks in a row and the
next week they gave me the calling to print off the programs before
church. I never missed a sunday after that. I thought it was funny how
similar his story and mine are.
How do they do security at general conference?
I
think what I'm going to remember Queen Creek most for are the really
weird animals we keep finding near the house. (See attachment)
Thanks for the letters Scott, Mom, and Natalia!
Love,
EJ
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