Week 31 and 32

Week 31

How'sit guys,

Birthday dinner!

This week went by pretty quickly, without a ton to report. The poison ivy is all gone now. However, I have a lot of dry flaky spots because of it. So now I kinda feel like molt from "A Bug's Life."

So, we got a call from a private number this week. It was a lady whose soon to be ex-husband is a member. She was very vague but was basically saying that she was having some issues with her husband, namely how his habits are influencing their son. We basically told her that it would be best if she talked to the bishop about things of a personal nature, so we gave our bishop her contact info so that he could call her. Late that night before we were about to go to bed we got another call from her. She just said a lot of the same vague riddles, implying that she really needed to talk to the bishop. So we let the bishop know that she wanted to talk to him as soon as possible.

The next day the bishop messaged us and told us that he had a good chat with her. So we assumed it was over, but that night she called us again. It seemed she wasn't satisfied with the outcome of the chat with the bishop. But this time she had a different story. She claimed said that she didn't think her husband was the right person to be educating her son on religion, and to fix that she wanted to learn more about the LDS faith so that she could better educate her son on it. Which seemed fair enough, except the entire rest of the phone call she didn't ask one question about religion. Instead, she told me who her husband was and tried to grill me for information on his new girlfriend.

Bush with eyes!
Because when you find one, you take a pic!

The phone call was starting to take a long time so I told her if she really wanted to learn more about the fundamentals of our faith we could give her an official lesson at her house. She then told us that she doesn't live in our area. We asked her if she knew how to get the number of the missionaries that live near her. She immediately told us the perfect answer. This immediately set off my spidey senses, because she obviously knows more about our faith than she was letting on, and even though she knew how to contact the missionaries in her area (who she knew were the ones that should teach her) she called us to dig up dirt on her husband.

So on Sunday her husband came to us and tried to warn us that his wife might try to contact us. We told him the whole story. And then he told us the whole story from his side. Just to share a few of the highlights. His soon to be ex-wife put a GPS in his car to track him, she hired a PI to spy on him, and she even moved across the street from his parent's house to spy on him! We laughed, we meet all kinds. 

Stay safe and do whatever the heck you want. 

From a neeb. - Eli

 A random toilet near a dumpster - picture op!

Week 32

Hi guys,

I think I've talked about B– before. In case I haven't or you don't remember here's a quick recap. B– is nine-years-old going on ten. His family are members, but they had been inactive for a few years. Recently they have been trying really hard to become reconnected with God. B– however has not been baptized. So, we have been teaching B­– to get him prepared for baptism. 

The other day we went over to their house to teach B– a lesson. When we were walking up we saw B– and his sister riding their bike and scooter. We said hi to them and went to knock on their door. We knocked twice but both times no one heard. Rather than knock forever or leave, we decided to try and teach B– outside. 

Stuck in traffic behind a wreck for 30 minutes!

At this point B–  and his sister were playing with some cats in their neighbor’s driveway, so Elder Roper and sat down with them on their neighbor’s driveway and taught them a quick lesson. When we were wrapping up their mom came out to see if they were OK because she hadn't heard them scream in a while. Honestly, it was a pretty good lesson, and we had a good conversation with his mom afterward.

After we finished up our lesson, and we were about to leave a guy came up to us and asked if we were Mormon missionaries. Generally, when a nonmember walks up to talk with us they want to convert us to their religion or just ruin our day, and this guy smelled like alcohol so I was doubly concerned. But it turned out he needed an extra pair of hands, and he knew we were good for it. So we spent like ten minutes helping him move a giant drum of fuel, which he told us was for a car that he was going to race. He told us to come by some other time soon if we want to see the car. Hopefully, I'll have pictures of it by next week.

My P-day socks

And last of all a story about the Chick-fil-A. Seeing as Chick-fil-A isn't open on Sundays it ends up attracting a lot of Mormons. Every one of my siblings worked at Chick-fil-A at some point. And walking into one dressed as a missionary you’re almost sure to have a member of the church say hi to you. And the other night when we went was no exception, except this time the member was the manager, and he gave each of us a card for a free chicken sandwich meal!

Stay safe and eat more chicken 

From the barrel rider. - Eli