November 15, 2010
Hello Family.
This e-mail is going to be very, very short. The people at the college are starting to catch on to us and you need a student ID to log onto their computers. So all 7 of us are using two computers, that have already been logged on to. Hopefully we finish before anyone notices and thy kick us out again. We're going to have to find somewhere new to e-mail next week.
Ummm.... So.... Nothing new really. We got like nothing done this week. Elder Lang had a series of doctor's appointments this week. He's had some rash on his feet lately and the doctor said he is allergic to his shoes. So they had to do some test where they put these strips on his back and he couldn't shower for 4 days. So we didn't really go anywhere. And then for the rest of the week he was "sick". So we taught like a total of 4 lessons. It sucked hard core, probably the laziest week I've had on my mission. I can't stand it anymore, I'm spread really thin and I can't stand the sound of Elder Lamoure's voice.
That's pretty much all that has happened. Yup, nothing new to report. Oh Mom, I did get the package, gracias. And yeah... Well I hope you all have a good week. Peace
-- Elder Rice
¿Que Te Pasa Vato?
Hello Family,
Well this week has a few good tidings to report. First off we had Karla's Baptism on Saturday as you can see from the pictures, the sister missionaries also had a 9 year old girl investigator baptized at the same time so it was double dunk. It went well, so in the pictures there, Elder Lang is the tall Elder will short hair and Elder Lamoure is the short one with glasses, I don't think I've yet sent you all pictures of them. The Baptism went well, it was funny. Later that night after the baptism, Karla called us and told us she couldn't sleep because she was too excited to be confirmed with the Holy Ghost the next day. She's funny.
Well the situation goes better with my companions, President got wind of their doings through certain means and he called us one morning and had separate long discussions with my companions over the phone, he said he was coming down on Thursday to have some "special interviews". Well he came down we all got an interview from President and to me he just told me that he was grateful that I was staying true even though my companions weren't, he then stressed the need to take a more active role in their missions and keep them in line. Since then things have been going slightly better, obedience is improving but it's a slow going. We'll see what happens. Then the day after we went on exchanges with the AP's. The AP's don't usually go on exchanges with anyone except ZL's so we knew that it was President double checking on us. I went to the AP's area and the other came down to work with Lang and Lamoure, and boy did he work them hard, when we un-exchanged backed they were both exhausted. I actually had a good time in their area. They have a pretty ghetto area, we didn't talk to a single white person all day, it was great, not a single person turned down taking a card from us. It just reminded me more and more of how easy it would be to do missionary work in the ghetto, and how I really want to get transferred to a ghetto area. Hopefully I will, President said that the three of us most likely won't be staying together next transfer so I will hopefully be out. Which is kind of a shame because I really like this ward. It's been my favorite so far but the area is pretty boring.
Well... I don't have much more to write, which is good since we're getting kicked out of the computer lab again. We need to start coming earlier. I love you all and hope you all have a good week.
-- Elder Rice
Agüitarse
November 1, 2010
Agüitarse
Hello Family,
Reporting in after another long week. It went slightly better than most recent weeks have gone, we have a baptism this Saturday! It's been forever since I've had a baptism, but we're finally going to get one. It's that 9 year old Karla girl, she had originally wanted to be baptized on her birthday on November 21st. But Her dad still hasn't showed up and the Sister missionaries in our ward have another little 9 year old girl of a less active family getting baptized so the Bishop wants to get them both baptized at once. So this Saturday we're having a double-dunk. Which is sweet, and Karla said that her non-member family members are going to come so that'll open up some more doors hopefully.
Other than that though things haven't been doing so hot. I am really beside myself about what to do about my companions, the other day I was only barely able to convince them to NOT buy a sports illustrated swimsuit edition magazine when we were at wal-mart. It's bad, on one hand I really hope I get transferred out of here at the end of this transfer so I don't have to put up with them anymore, but on the other hand if I were to leave the two of them together they'd surely get into trouble. Oh, I'm so tired of putting up with all of this. I really want to get out of here.... On friday we had a "specialized training" meeting with our Zone and President Hansen, the subject couldn't have been more appropriate, it was obedience, obedience, obedience. It was a good meeting, I really liked it, President had some good stuff to say. And I think he was trying to scare some of the older lazier missionaries like Elder Lang, by talking about stories of missionaries who wasted their time on their missions, went home and had lousy lives. It was pretty hardcore, he was saying that we pay a high price for whatever pleasure we think we are getting when we are being disobedient, and we are denying ourselves the presence of the spirit and revelation to help our investigators and find new ones. During the meeting I was pretty impressed and felt as though something was getting through to my companions and when we got back we could make some goals to be more obedient. Well this wasn't the case. It was like the parable of the sower, the seed fell by the wayside and President's words fell on the deaf ears of my companions. When we got home they criticized President, the mission rules, and just about everything else. They're really paying a price for it too, we had exchanges with our leaders this week. And Elder Lamoure, who boasts of his whole 9 months as a missionary, can't even speak spanish. We were tracting in the trailer park, talking to people we found in the street and our Zone Leader we were with, would say "Okay Lamoure, this one's yours, and we're not going to help you." And well... It was pretty pathetic, he would start talking a little awkwardly to them and stop in mid-sentence, his mind completely blank, or perhaps a "stupor of thought". He would look at us for help, and I could just see a pleading look written all over his face. But nope, we didn't say a word until the guy we were talking to got kind of freaked out and then we jumped in and saved him. He felt pretty down the whole day, after several more experiences like that. I did feel kind of bad for him, but I also felt a "That's what you get!" Or as they would say in Houston "Tha' wha' you get foo-!"
Okay, I'm out of time now, not much else has happened anyway. Have a good week!
-- Elder Rice
Agüitarse
Hello Family,
Reporting in after another long week. It went slightly better than most recent weeks have gone, we have a baptism this Saturday! It's been forever since I've had a baptism, but we're finally going to get one. It's that 9 year old Karla girl, she had originally wanted to be baptized on her birthday on November 21st. But Her dad still hasn't showed up and the Sister missionaries in our ward have another little 9 year old girl of a less active family getting baptized so the Bishop wants to get them both baptized at once. So this Saturday we're having a double-dunk. Which is sweet, and Karla said that her non-member family members are going to come so that'll open up some more doors hopefully.
Other than that though things haven't been doing so hot. I am really beside myself about what to do about my companions, the other day I was only barely able to convince them to NOT buy a sports illustrated swimsuit edition magazine when we were at wal-mart. It's bad, on one hand I really hope I get transferred out of here at the end of this transfer so I don't have to put up with them anymore, but on the other hand if I were to leave the two of them together they'd surely get into trouble. Oh, I'm so tired of putting up with all of this. I really want to get out of here.... On friday we had a "specialized training" meeting with our Zone and President Hansen, the subject couldn't have been more appropriate, it was obedience, obedience, obedience. It was a good meeting, I really liked it, President had some good stuff to say. And I think he was trying to scare some of the older lazier missionaries like Elder Lang, by talking about stories of missionaries who wasted their time on their missions, went home and had lousy lives. It was pretty hardcore, he was saying that we pay a high price for whatever pleasure we think we are getting when we are being disobedient, and we are denying ourselves the presence of the spirit and revelation to help our investigators and find new ones. During the meeting I was pretty impressed and felt as though something was getting through to my companions and when we got back we could make some goals to be more obedient. Well this wasn't the case. It was like the parable of the sower, the seed fell by the wayside and President's words fell on the deaf ears of my companions. When we got home they criticized President, the mission rules, and just about everything else. They're really paying a price for it too, we had exchanges with our leaders this week. And Elder Lamoure, who boasts of his whole 9 months as a missionary, can't even speak spanish. We were tracting in the trailer park, talking to people we found in the street and our Zone Leader we were with, would say "Okay Lamoure, this one's yours, and we're not going to help you." And well... It was pretty pathetic, he would start talking a little awkwardly to them and stop in mid-sentence, his mind completely blank, or perhaps a "stupor of thought". He would look at us for help, and I could just see a pleading look written all over his face. But nope, we didn't say a word until the guy we were talking to got kind of freaked out and then we jumped in and saved him. He felt pretty down the whole day, after several more experiences like that. I did feel kind of bad for him, but I also felt a "That's what you get!" Or as they would say in Houston "Tha' wha' you get foo-!"
Okay, I'm out of time now, not much else has happened anyway. Have a good week!
-- Elder Rice
Xochitecatl
October 25, 2010
Hello family...
Well once again not much to report this week. This is a boring area, the ward is way cool though, I really like the ward here but the area itself is way boring. Well........ We got our 3rd companion this week. Elder Lang is from Los Angeles, CA. He's actually really old, he's 23 and has about 3 months left on his mission. He's cool, I like him, he'd be a good friend, but not a good companion. This one day we didn't go anywhere because his bike broke the day before and because of his sprained ankle he couldn't walk either. So he spent this one day do nothing except sleeping and eating until 6:00 when the sister missionaries picked us up to go to an appointment with some members. I was going nuts, usually I'm pretty chill and sitting around doesn't bother me too much but not all day. I was getting restless. So needless to say we didn't get too much done last week. Elder Lang had already been in this ward before 6 months ago and the ward really likes him so that's a plus. It's been nigh on impossible to get both of them to get up on time, do studies, or do pretty much anything. After all that work last transfer I finally got Elder Lamoure into a habit of getting up almost on time but he's back to where he was. I've kind of given up trying to get them to do things they don't want to do, hopefully I have only 5 more weeks here and I'll get transferred, and they won't be my problem anymore.
I forgot to mention this last week but during an exchange we had with our district leader I somehow someway lost my name-tag. We have no idea where it went or how it even could have been lost but whatever the case it's gone now, so since then I've been sporting Dad's 80's style name-tag. It's pretty cool, I recall that when I was in the MTC I'd where it sometimes and the staff either thought it was really cool, or they told me to take it off and wear the current one. Out here in the field it's not that big of an issue. My fellow missionaries think it's cool, mission leaders don't notice because whenever we're at somewhere that we'd run into the APs or President we are always wearing our suits, so nobody sees the one you wear on your white shirt, just the clip one that goes on suits. That and people, members and non-members don't notice. One thing I've learned on my mission that I would have never even guessed is that NOBODY looks at your name tag. Since I've been out in the field for over a year now I can count the number of times on one hand when people have actually looked at it and read it and asked why we both have the same first name. Nobody looks at them, maybe they register that there is a name tag there but nobody reads it. So having the old style tag isn't an issue. Hopefully though I will get around to getting a new one, they cost $4 a piece. I'm thinking about getting two, the other one saying "ELDER ARROZ". Elder Bone, whom you all have met, did that same thing, got a tag with his spanishsized name on it 'Elder Hueso'. He ruined it though because since he did it, President has forbidden anyone else to do it but Bone was still able to where his. So I'm thinking about getting one and then not wearing it until my last transfer when we will have a new Mission President. All the members call me that anyway, I always introduce myself to anyone as Elder Arroz, then I'll point to my nametag and they'll read Rice and then laugh, so it's a cheap laugh that helps break the ice when talking to new people. Most hispanics that come here to the states know the english word for arroz. So everyone already calls me that anyway.
And.... Yup, that's about everything interesting to report. I got nothing else. Well I hope you all have a good week and yeah..... PEace.
-- Elder Arroz
Hello family...
Well once again not much to report this week. This is a boring area, the ward is way cool though, I really like the ward here but the area itself is way boring. Well........ We got our 3rd companion this week. Elder Lang is from Los Angeles, CA. He's actually really old, he's 23 and has about 3 months left on his mission. He's cool, I like him, he'd be a good friend, but not a good companion. This one day we didn't go anywhere because his bike broke the day before and because of his sprained ankle he couldn't walk either. So he spent this one day do nothing except sleeping and eating until 6:00 when the sister missionaries picked us up to go to an appointment with some members. I was going nuts, usually I'm pretty chill and sitting around doesn't bother me too much but not all day. I was getting restless. So needless to say we didn't get too much done last week. Elder Lang had already been in this ward before 6 months ago and the ward really likes him so that's a plus. It's been nigh on impossible to get both of them to get up on time, do studies, or do pretty much anything. After all that work last transfer I finally got Elder Lamoure into a habit of getting up almost on time but he's back to where he was. I've kind of given up trying to get them to do things they don't want to do, hopefully I have only 5 more weeks here and I'll get transferred, and they won't be my problem anymore.
I forgot to mention this last week but during an exchange we had with our district leader I somehow someway lost my name-tag. We have no idea where it went or how it even could have been lost but whatever the case it's gone now, so since then I've been sporting Dad's 80's style name-tag. It's pretty cool, I recall that when I was in the MTC I'd where it sometimes and the staff either thought it was really cool, or they told me to take it off and wear the current one. Out here in the field it's not that big of an issue. My fellow missionaries think it's cool, mission leaders don't notice because whenever we're at somewhere that we'd run into the APs or President we are always wearing our suits, so nobody sees the one you wear on your white shirt, just the clip one that goes on suits. That and people, members and non-members don't notice. One thing I've learned on my mission that I would have never even guessed is that NOBODY looks at your name tag. Since I've been out in the field for over a year now I can count the number of times on one hand when people have actually looked at it and read it and asked why we both have the same first name. Nobody looks at them, maybe they register that there is a name tag there but nobody reads it. So having the old style tag isn't an issue. Hopefully though I will get around to getting a new one, they cost $4 a piece. I'm thinking about getting two, the other one saying "ELDER ARROZ". Elder Bone, whom you all have met, did that same thing, got a tag with his spanishsized name on it 'Elder Hueso'. He ruined it though because since he did it, President has forbidden anyone else to do it but Bone was still able to where his. So I'm thinking about getting one and then not wearing it until my last transfer when we will have a new Mission President. All the members call me that anyway, I always introduce myself to anyone as Elder Arroz, then I'll point to my nametag and they'll read Rice and then laugh, so it's a cheap laugh that helps break the ice when talking to new people. Most hispanics that come here to the states know the english word for arroz. So everyone already calls me that anyway.
And.... Yup, that's about everything interesting to report. I got nothing else. Well I hope you all have a good week and yeah..... PEace.
-- Elder Arroz
Cacahuate de Empacando
October 18, 2010
Hello Family.
Well... I don't think I have too much to say today. My 9th transfer has ended and my 10th has just begun, I realized today that I only have 9 months left and it's kind of scary. Unfortunately I will be remaining here and babysitting Elder Lamoure for one more transfer. But I won't be doing it alone. Many new elders are coming to the mission this transfer and not too many are leaving, we have a too many missionaries and not enough areas. There are going to be 4 threesomes this transfer and we're going to be one of them. The missionary who is coming is named Elder Laing, he's only got three more transfers to go so he will likely end his mission here. He's pretty cool, way chill, I like him though I had never wanted to be his companion due to his laziness and blatant disregard for all the rules. I have my hands full already trying to keep Elder Lamoure on the straight and narrow Elder Laing will prove too much, I honestly don't think we will be getting much done this transfer. At least I'll be able to preserve my sanity though. Though it's going to be way awkward in a threesome, especially in a bike area, we're going to take up the whole street. Tracting will be very awkward as well, just the thought of all three of us crowded together on people's porches seems like it would be very intimidating. But hopefully I will only have to endure it for 6 weeks, they try to get rid of threesomes as fast as they can so next transfer I ought to be getting out of here.
The work goes slow as it always does, Elder Lamoure is a dead weight still and it doesn't help at all. Though we're confident that our 9 year old investigator will get baptized, our other one, Hna. Munroy seems doubtful, we haven't taught her in 3 weeks now, she comes to church every sunday but has been "ill" every monday when she's available to be taught. Her family, the members, haven't been very helpful lately either, even them, active members of the church have been ignoring our phone calls and not answering the door when we go over to remind to drag their grandmother to their home on monday nights. I'm so tired of all of this, I don't get it, do they honestly not want to, oh I don't know, live together forever? Jeez, it's times like these when I look forward to the judgment day. Well I'd better stop now before I start getting too "negative".
I don't think I have anything to add on a higher note. But I do need a few things, I'm down to five white shirts; wear, tear, grease, and gum have destroyed about half of my white shirts in the past year. I'm down to one longsleeve and four shortsleeves. Now I'd go buy some myself but once again we don't have a car. So if you could send a longsleeve and like 3 or 4 shortsleeve white shirts, that'd be grand. The size I have is 16 1/2 and 33/32, or something like that. Oh and I need that one-week enzymatic cleaner for my contacts. I ran out a while ago but for whatever bizarre reason they have a one-week enzymatic cleaner famine here in Houston and our Walmart doesn't have it due to a "supply issue" that's lasted 3 months now. So maybe you could send all that with the Ensign and Liahona, and maybe if you can find some, those Friday's Spicy Pepper Jack Cheese fires, they don't have them here and I've been craving them lately.
Okay, the pictures today are of some strange insect we found on our couch one day. We couldn't figure out what it was, but we concluded that it belongs to the beetle family. The other is of millions of mocking birds that were all other this intersection one day. It was kind of scary, they've been everywhere lately in huge numbers, in preparation for the migration no doubt. And the final was taken in the bayou where we saw some sort of huge rodent swimming around next to one of the many drain pipes that go into the bayou. It looks like a beaver but without the tail, it has a normal rat like tail. We've been seeing a lot of them lately and every time I try to get a picture they always swim into the pipes before I can get close enough, but I got a good picture this time. And there was a turtle just chilling there right next to it, there's lots of turtles that live in these bayou's. And the other day some member was telling us about this one bayou where these huge sewer alligators live, we're going to go find it one day.
Okay, I love you all, have a good week.
Paranda
October 17, 2010
Hi Family.
This last week was another long week, though we did have a lot of cool stuff happen. On Saturday there was a Tri-Mission Conference. Where all three of the Texas Houston Missions got together and someone comes to speak to us. Elder Costa, the Brazilian guy who spoke in conference last week, came and spoke to us. We all got to shake hands with him and meet him and stuff, he's incredibly funny, I really liked his talk that he gave us. He mostly spoke about how we should focus on people, or as he put it "Don't teach lessons, teach people." It was really good I feel like I learned quite a bit.
Something cool happened this week. We were in the one Trailer Park we have in our area and we were just biking around and talking to people and we come across two mexican boys, probably around 13-15 years old. Standing on opposite sides of the narrow street and taking turns throwing a soccer ball into these trashcans they had. We stopped, started talking to them and taking our turns throwing the soccer ball in the trashcan as well. We chilled with them a little bit just talking about stuff, then I got them to teach me how to do some of those soccer tricks that all hispanics instinctively know how to do. Then we started kicking the ball around, and this little 10 year old kid joined us, and the four us were just kicking this ball around talking (Elder Lamoure was standing off to the side with our bikes checking his watch over and over again, he was just being his usual lame stick in the mud self.) The two older kids said we should play a game, so we did, we used our helmets and the trashcans as makeshift goal posts and we started playing soccer right there in the street, it was me and the 10 year old verses these two 15 year olds. Now here's the funny part, after 15 minutes or so the score was 8-0, the 8 belonging to us. It was way funny, the two teenagers were starting to get pissed, a gringo wearing a tie and dress shoes and a 10 year old were beating them badly. Now this was in the evening when all the people in the trailer park are out walking around. As people walked by I'd ask them if they wanted to play with us, and they did. We weren't far from this little playground and this guy was pushing a stroller with a toddler in it with his wife who was leading another small child by the hand. I asked the guy if he wanted to play with us, well I didn't really ask him I was like "Hey dude! Come play with us!" He stopped, cocked his head to one side, thought about it for a second and handed the stroller to his wife "Here dear, take the kids." And he ran towards us and started playing. (You gotta love Mexicans). So we had this good game going in the street and there were lots of spectators no doubt it was rather weird that some dressed up gringo was out there laughing, shouting in spanish, and screaming GOOOOOAAAALLLLLL every time a goal was made. It was fun I was having a great time, Elder Lamoure wouldn't come play, he just kept standing off in the shadows and complaining about all the bug bites he was getting and that we should go because it was getting dark. Now the teams were un-even and we needed another man so I beckoned Elder Lamoure to come play with us and he still refused, saying he couldn't play because he doesn't like sports. I got everyone to start chanting "Si, se puede!" meaning "Yes you can" and finally he couldn't take everyone yelling at him and reluctantly came into the street and played with us. We played for a little longer until it got so dark that I could barely see the ball (It was 8:00). The score was 18-12, the other team was catching up now. I declared to everyone that last goal wins all. It was a final and furious round all the spectators yelling and cheering, and then the 10 year old scored the last goal and we won. I quickly grabbed Elder Lamoure, handed him a stack of pass-a-long cards, gave him some rapid instructions, and as everyone was starting to disperse we separated and started talking them all as they were leaving and giving everyone cards, inviting them to learn more about our message. We got like 20 people all in 10 minutes, it was great. Unfortunately we haven't seen any of them since then, nor have we taught any of them. But it was a fun, a good experience.
Other than that not much cool has happened, our two investigators with baptismal goals finally made it to church this sunday, so that was good. Elder Lamoure and I finally had it out one night during our nightly planning session. He was complaining about how we had to go down to the Tri-Mission Conference with the english elders, the zone leaders that we live with, which aren't our zone leaders but are zone leaders none-the-less, and Elder Lamoure hates them. So he was complaining about that and I was finally sick of all of his complaining and told him that there's nothing we can do about it and complaining won't help so shut up. Then he got mad and threw his planner at the blinds and we finally had it out. I told him straight up that he was a useless dead weight and that he didn't have the spirit with him. I asked what he thought he was doing here, I asked him if he even wanted to be a missionary, if he even cared... He didn't say anything, he just sat there fuming, he knew I was right, he couldn't argue, then I told him that I loved him and that I want to help him do what he's supposed to be doing out here, and to stop being a useless sack and then I told him to pick up his freaking planner and we will continue planning for the next day. He didn't say anything still, he just got up, went into our bedroom, screamed into his pillow for 30 seconds, came back in, picked up his planner and remained in a state of murderous silence the rest of the night. Later he told me that he was sorry, that I was right, and that he was going to start being better. The sad thing is that I didn't believe him, he's done these 180 degree flips many times before, and I honestly don't think he meant any of it. And since that night he's been the same as he's always been. I don't know what else I can do. Luckily it's the end of the transfer and hopefully he'll be transferred somewhere else and someone else can baby-sit him. It's so exhausting just putting up with him 24/7, I'm about to lose it. Well we have interviews with President this week so hopefully he can do something about him.
Well I'm done for today, oh and I did get that book mom, It's actually quite lame but it had a few good ideas, thanks for that. Last P-Day I did my own looking around and I can't seem to find a good one so perhaps there isn't a good gospel object lesson book. Though everyone could send me ideas every now and then, that'd be cool. Okay I'm done, I love you all and hope y'all have a good week. Peace out.
-- Elder Rice
Hi Family.
This last week was another long week, though we did have a lot of cool stuff happen. On Saturday there was a Tri-Mission Conference. Where all three of the Texas Houston Missions got together and someone comes to speak to us. Elder Costa, the Brazilian guy who spoke in conference last week, came and spoke to us. We all got to shake hands with him and meet him and stuff, he's incredibly funny, I really liked his talk that he gave us. He mostly spoke about how we should focus on people, or as he put it "Don't teach lessons, teach people." It was really good I feel like I learned quite a bit.
Something cool happened this week. We were in the one Trailer Park we have in our area and we were just biking around and talking to people and we come across two mexican boys, probably around 13-15 years old. Standing on opposite sides of the narrow street and taking turns throwing a soccer ball into these trashcans they had. We stopped, started talking to them and taking our turns throwing the soccer ball in the trashcan as well. We chilled with them a little bit just talking about stuff, then I got them to teach me how to do some of those soccer tricks that all hispanics instinctively know how to do. Then we started kicking the ball around, and this little 10 year old kid joined us, and the four us were just kicking this ball around talking (Elder Lamoure was standing off to the side with our bikes checking his watch over and over again, he was just being his usual lame stick in the mud self.) The two older kids said we should play a game, so we did, we used our helmets and the trashcans as makeshift goal posts and we started playing soccer right there in the street, it was me and the 10 year old verses these two 15 year olds. Now here's the funny part, after 15 minutes or so the score was 8-0, the 8 belonging to us. It was way funny, the two teenagers were starting to get pissed, a gringo wearing a tie and dress shoes and a 10 year old were beating them badly. Now this was in the evening when all the people in the trailer park are out walking around. As people walked by I'd ask them if they wanted to play with us, and they did. We weren't far from this little playground and this guy was pushing a stroller with a toddler in it with his wife who was leading another small child by the hand. I asked the guy if he wanted to play with us, well I didn't really ask him I was like "Hey dude! Come play with us!" He stopped, cocked his head to one side, thought about it for a second and handed the stroller to his wife "Here dear, take the kids." And he ran towards us and started playing. (You gotta love Mexicans). So we had this good game going in the street and there were lots of spectators no doubt it was rather weird that some dressed up gringo was out there laughing, shouting in spanish, and screaming GOOOOOAAAALLLLLL every time a goal was made. It was fun I was having a great time, Elder Lamoure wouldn't come play, he just kept standing off in the shadows and complaining about all the bug bites he was getting and that we should go because it was getting dark. Now the teams were un-even and we needed another man so I beckoned Elder Lamoure to come play with us and he still refused, saying he couldn't play because he doesn't like sports. I got everyone to start chanting "Si, se puede!" meaning "Yes you can" and finally he couldn't take everyone yelling at him and reluctantly came into the street and played with us. We played for a little longer until it got so dark that I could barely see the ball (It was 8:00). The score was 18-12, the other team was catching up now. I declared to everyone that last goal wins all. It was a final and furious round all the spectators yelling and cheering, and then the 10 year old scored the last goal and we won. I quickly grabbed Elder Lamoure, handed him a stack of pass-a-long cards, gave him some rapid instructions, and as everyone was starting to disperse we separated and started talking them all as they were leaving and giving everyone cards, inviting them to learn more about our message. We got like 20 people all in 10 minutes, it was great. Unfortunately we haven't seen any of them since then, nor have we taught any of them. But it was a fun, a good experience.
Other than that not much cool has happened, our two investigators with baptismal goals finally made it to church this sunday, so that was good. Elder Lamoure and I finally had it out one night during our nightly planning session. He was complaining about how we had to go down to the Tri-Mission Conference with the english elders, the zone leaders that we live with, which aren't our zone leaders but are zone leaders none-the-less, and Elder Lamoure hates them. So he was complaining about that and I was finally sick of all of his complaining and told him that there's nothing we can do about it and complaining won't help so shut up. Then he got mad and threw his planner at the blinds and we finally had it out. I told him straight up that he was a useless dead weight and that he didn't have the spirit with him. I asked what he thought he was doing here, I asked him if he even wanted to be a missionary, if he even cared... He didn't say anything, he just sat there fuming, he knew I was right, he couldn't argue, then I told him that I loved him and that I want to help him do what he's supposed to be doing out here, and to stop being a useless sack and then I told him to pick up his freaking planner and we will continue planning for the next day. He didn't say anything still, he just got up, went into our bedroom, screamed into his pillow for 30 seconds, came back in, picked up his planner and remained in a state of murderous silence the rest of the night. Later he told me that he was sorry, that I was right, and that he was going to start being better. The sad thing is that I didn't believe him, he's done these 180 degree flips many times before, and I honestly don't think he meant any of it. And since that night he's been the same as he's always been. I don't know what else I can do. Luckily it's the end of the transfer and hopefully he'll be transferred somewhere else and someone else can baby-sit him. It's so exhausting just putting up with him 24/7, I'm about to lose it. Well we have interviews with President this week so hopefully he can do something about him.
Well I'm done for today, oh and I did get that book mom, It's actually quite lame but it had a few good ideas, thanks for that. Last P-Day I did my own looking around and I can't seem to find a good one so perhaps there isn't a good gospel object lesson book. Though everyone could send me ideas every now and then, that'd be cool. Okay I'm done, I love you all and hope y'all have a good week. Peace out.
-- Elder Rice
Inguieta
October 4, 2010
Hey fam.... Que paso?
Well this week has somewhat of a high note. We have two investigators with baptismal dates, one a 9 year old girl of some less actives and one way old lady whom everyone in the ward thought was a member, missionaries have been teaching her on and off for the past 6 years but we finally got a date for december (when her son-in-law get's back from Iraq). I don't know if I already mentioned this the last time. So that's about all that's going on.
My companion ran out of his St. John's Wort pills and is back to his usual nasty self. I can't stand him anymore, now at least we can get out the door without too many problems, and he will follow me around well enough but he complains unceasingly. About every single thing, from the mission rules to the amount of light bulbs in the bathroom. And he won't stop critiquing everything, I can't buy so much as a tube of toothpaste without him informing me why I'm wasting my money and why I should buy whatever he's buying, it's like that with everything, especially food, he goes on and on about how unhealthy my diet is and how much saturated fat/calories/carbs/etc, etc, etc, etc, is in everything. (And all of this coming from a guy who used to weight 255 lbs, and probably still would were it not for a month of constipation). (That and he doesn't eat healthy at all now). He thinks he knows everything, it's driving me absolutely insane! Last night when I called in our weekly stats I was almost begging our district leader asking him when we are to go on exchanges. It's getting that bad, he offends the members by refusing to eat certain things that he doesn't like or refusing to eat at all if he's not hungry. And if I glare at him and whisper very threateningly at him to eat the stinking food, he gets mad and then starts to eat by eating really fast, just shoveling it into his mouth and making little snarling noises while he does it. It's ridiculous! Afterwords I tell him to freaking grow up... Man.... He is so self centered, he doesn't care about anything other than his own well-being, he didn't even want to watch Conference, he wanted to stay home and sleep.... It's weighing heavily upon me, I wouldn't be surprised if I have a few gray hairs by the end of this transfer. I don't know what to do with him, In my e-mails to president he just counsels me to have the spirit more, have more companionship unity, etc. Vague stuff, but interviews are next week so hopefully I can figure something out with him.
Yet all of this grief has kind of been a blessing to me, I look back and this transfer with Elder Lamoure I think has been the transfer where I've grown the most, this transfer I've made more effort to work hard and be obedient than I ever have before on my mission. I have this really cool Book of Mormon study manual and in this one section there's a quote from Hugh Nibley where he talks about how it was a blessing for the Nephites to have the Lamanites always attacking them, it kept them on their toes and reminded them they needed to rely on the Lord more and more. That's how it's kind of been for me this last transfer, with a horrible companion I've definitely been more on the ball with missionary work and have been relying on the Lord much more to get me through this horrible experience. Still though I want to be rid of my companion.
Other than that things are pretty much the same. I'm tired of this area despite being here for only almost 2 transfers now, I'm tired of these rich sub-urbs. I want to go downtown where all the fun is, and where there are no white people. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get transferred. Transfers are in two weeks. General Conference was great, it was a good one and I took good notes, I can't wait for the November Ensign. And do you think that when it comes out you could send me a copy? And a spanish version in the Liahona? Here we get the Ensigns but we only get one copy for the apartment, we have to share and it stays in the apartment so I'd like my own personal copies to mark up. If you could do that when it comes out that'd be swell. Well that's all I got for today. The weather has been great, feels almost like Utah and I've been loving it. So have a good week, I love you all, peace out...
-- Elder Rice
Hey fam.... Que paso?
Well this week has somewhat of a high note. We have two investigators with baptismal dates, one a 9 year old girl of some less actives and one way old lady whom everyone in the ward thought was a member, missionaries have been teaching her on and off for the past 6 years but we finally got a date for december (when her son-in-law get's back from Iraq). I don't know if I already mentioned this the last time. So that's about all that's going on.
My companion ran out of his St. John's Wort pills and is back to his usual nasty self. I can't stand him anymore, now at least we can get out the door without too many problems, and he will follow me around well enough but he complains unceasingly. About every single thing, from the mission rules to the amount of light bulbs in the bathroom. And he won't stop critiquing everything, I can't buy so much as a tube of toothpaste without him informing me why I'm wasting my money and why I should buy whatever he's buying, it's like that with everything, especially food, he goes on and on about how unhealthy my diet is and how much saturated fat/calories/carbs/etc, etc, etc, etc, is in everything. (And all of this coming from a guy who used to weight 255 lbs, and probably still would were it not for a month of constipation). (That and he doesn't eat healthy at all now). He thinks he knows everything, it's driving me absolutely insane! Last night when I called in our weekly stats I was almost begging our district leader asking him when we are to go on exchanges. It's getting that bad, he offends the members by refusing to eat certain things that he doesn't like or refusing to eat at all if he's not hungry. And if I glare at him and whisper very threateningly at him to eat the stinking food, he gets mad and then starts to eat by eating really fast, just shoveling it into his mouth and making little snarling noises while he does it. It's ridiculous! Afterwords I tell him to freaking grow up... Man.... He is so self centered, he doesn't care about anything other than his own well-being, he didn't even want to watch Conference, he wanted to stay home and sleep.... It's weighing heavily upon me, I wouldn't be surprised if I have a few gray hairs by the end of this transfer. I don't know what to do with him, In my e-mails to president he just counsels me to have the spirit more, have more companionship unity, etc. Vague stuff, but interviews are next week so hopefully I can figure something out with him.
Yet all of this grief has kind of been a blessing to me, I look back and this transfer with Elder Lamoure I think has been the transfer where I've grown the most, this transfer I've made more effort to work hard and be obedient than I ever have before on my mission. I have this really cool Book of Mormon study manual and in this one section there's a quote from Hugh Nibley where he talks about how it was a blessing for the Nephites to have the Lamanites always attacking them, it kept them on their toes and reminded them they needed to rely on the Lord more and more. That's how it's kind of been for me this last transfer, with a horrible companion I've definitely been more on the ball with missionary work and have been relying on the Lord much more to get me through this horrible experience. Still though I want to be rid of my companion.
Other than that things are pretty much the same. I'm tired of this area despite being here for only almost 2 transfers now, I'm tired of these rich sub-urbs. I want to go downtown where all the fun is, and where there are no white people. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get transferred. Transfers are in two weeks. General Conference was great, it was a good one and I took good notes, I can't wait for the November Ensign. And do you think that when it comes out you could send me a copy? And a spanish version in the Liahona? Here we get the Ensigns but we only get one copy for the apartment, we have to share and it stays in the apartment so I'd like my own personal copies to mark up. If you could do that when it comes out that'd be swell. Well that's all I got for today. The weather has been great, feels almost like Utah and I've been loving it. So have a good week, I love you all, peace out...
-- Elder Rice
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