Since laziness is more of my style, I just figure I will copy over my journal entry from tuesday to explain the reason why I want to make every day like that one.
"Okay, so, today was hilarious. We went down south to Louisiana, just shy of Mexico, after dropping Elder Bischoff"s poop samples off at the hospital. Louisiana has MOUNTAINS! Well, hills, but it still got me all sorts of excited. We had lunch at a little diner run by this cool black grandma named Izola's Place and had it all paid for by a sort-of investigator that we are still trying to teach a lesson to. When our food came out we realized we both liked the looks of the other's meal, so we switched, to the surprise and confusion of the waitress. We followed the almost-investigator... to a worksite for no real reason before deciding to try and teach another time. We tried to find an old potential but instead found a giant white bunny. We then set off on a mountain-ish highway looking for a referral named Eliazar. It was a beautiful day so we had the windows down, blasting MoTab. When we were unable to find the referral, we began to head back. Despit the fact the road said 'Semi's use alternate route,' I saw up ahead a largte semi come around a corner. At first I was frightened by the driver's apparent inability to keep the truck in his lane, I quickly became aware of another horror: dried corn flying out of his trailer. Afraid of what grain would do to our open-windowed car, I yelled, 'We're gonna get grained!' [to warn my companion of our doom.] A shower of seeds landed on our car, but didn't enter. We began laughing almost too hard for me to drive. I then asked my companion to call the referal, whose address was a Louisiana, MO, address, to find out his location, but when he typed in the phone number it said it was a Louisiana State area code. This person resides far outside our area. More laughter. We then went to a town named Bowling Green and got barked at by a man in his house while knocking on his door. Laughter. On our way to the next town, maps in the backseat attempted, on two different occasions to decaptiate me, one even suicidally leaping out the front window. In order to forestall any further murderous plots, I rolled up the windows and turned on the air conditioning. Soon we found ourselves up a single lane, mountain, forest trail that was marked on a map but not in real life. Broken farm and construction equipment lurked behind trees, along with the sad remains of a couple three houses, one of which being a trailer home perched on a hill, both ends sticking out in open space. Elder Bischoff got scared of the potential of zombies and almost convinced me to turn back when we saw a house with this referral's last name on it. And a cowardly dog. Nobody was home, so we left the requested item with a not. We then left, elder Bischoff insuring his door was locked on the way out. ON the way to Hannibal, I found out why my camera charger was missing, but Elder Morris promised to have it delivered to me from Elder Shelman at Zone Conference. We stopped by Lover's leap on the way in.... We then had dinner with a member family...who didn't fully appreciate the humor of the day as we did. We then taught a new member lesson to a child whose mother is blessed with patience. And now I'm running out of ink. I bought this pen yesterday! Oh, we also played bing pong tonight. I never knew all those rules! Also nearly unintentionally played chicken [or, as my companion calls it, turkey] tonight. Not my fault! G2G2Bed.
Notice:
No drugs were used in the making or writing of this day. Besides Zyrtec."
Maybe this recitation of the events of this day are much like many others I send home. You just had to be there. Besides that day, things were fairly uneventful. We spent a good amount of time preparing for the Stop Smoking Workshop on Thursday, a guaranteed way to stop smoking in seven days. The lesson, due to our high amounts of preparation and the Spirit, went great, despite things that could have otherwise been very distracting. It really did a lot in building trust in the members there, we believe. And the people we taught it to? Well, they've already given in and smoked. But they've recommitted themselves to start again. Kind of disappointing. But what can ya do?
Went to zone conference. It was good. Got to hear from our mission doctor on how to be healthy and all that jazz. Had a sister missionary in the Nauvoo Mission take a picture of our district next to the temple. It's kind of weird having a mission inside our mission just for Nauvoo, kind of like how temple square inside the Salt Lake City Mission.
GENERAL CONFERENCE was amazing. Didn't see it? Fix that. Watch it. I really liked President Uchtdorf's talk on pride. And Jeffrey R Holland's. And all of them, for that matter. An investigator came to part of the sessions! The first investigator I've had at church for five months. Yyyup....
Well, that's about it!
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"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
Monday, October 4, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Elder Bischoff"s Misery in Missouri
Another week is by, and still no improvement on Elder Bischoff. He has actually been worse off. There were a few days of not doing much at all due to him feeling completely nauseous and in pain. The doctor's appointment was useless. After a month of waiting, all they did was tell him that as far as they could tell, he was perfectly healthy, and gave him stuff for a stool test and sent him on his way, never doing the ultrasound he came in for in the first place. So now we have to go turn in the stuff and wait some more for them to test it all. And, in the mean time, Elder Bischoff suffers and I get bored. So, many of you who have been waiting for letters back will get replies shortly. I'm sending off four letters today that I wrote on saturday alone. We still somehow pulled off three member presents this past week, but that was the only number that was worth anything. Not that I'm a number monger in the slightest, I've been companions with number whores and know what it's like to be with someone that only cares about looking good to President, but it shows we still did something this week to serve others. One was with a couple that are going to take the Stop Smoking Workshop that we're starting this week, another was a part-member couple that also needs to quit smoking and get married and they kept asking questions about ghosts and possession and all sorts of stuff that I know very little about and which I am not very concerned about, and the third was with a fifteen-year-old and we took another young man with us whom he clicked with well. The stop smoking workshop will be done this week and we'll be able to get about six people to become nonsmokers, which will be great. I wish there was more to report on, but there really isn't. We're being fed well, and I got to visit Palmyra for the first time. My area here has a lot of places named after others (Louisiana, Paris, Philadelphia, Palmyra, and just outside of our area is Mexico. I also enjoy that Hannibal was the conqueror of Carthage, another obvious area in our Zone.) I can travel the globe without leaving my area. I was all sorts of confused when my companion was telling me about people in all of these places. It took me awhile to realize that they were names of towns here. I still get confused when somebody says they went to Mexico or that somebody worked in a plant in Mexico. I hope I don't sound despondent, I'm not... mostly.
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Love,
Elder Charlie Gates
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Love,
Elder Charlie Gates
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Hearing from a General Authority in Nauvoo... Can It Get Much Better?
I didn't write yesterday because we had a meeting at the Nauvoo Stake Center where our zone, along with Peoria, Davenport, Iowa City, and Cedar Rapids Zones where W. Craig Zwick of the Seventy talked to us. He actually, surprisingly enough, is Sister Jergensen's brother. So that was cool. It was an amazing meeting and the Spirit was so strong. It was probably the most powerful meeting I've been to in a long time. And he handled himself in such a way we KNEW it was a general authority speaking to us and conveying these things to us. It was wonderful. He gave great insight on how to improve ourselves, and what he said, along with the Spirit, burned into my heart and made me want to improve myself. Not that I've ever been a terrible missionary or person, but I now know I've felt the "cleansing by fire" effect the Spirit has. I mean, I've repented plenty of times, but this was different. I don't know if I'm explaining myself right, but that's how it felt. It was a change of heart, and one that was not so gradual, but immediate. Make sense? Oh well, I can just say you're not in tune with the Spirit enough if you don't. Just kidding....
This week has been interesting, too. Elder Bischoff has been having health problems for awhile now, and over the last few days it's been getting worse. He's going to see the doctor again tomorrow after a month-long wait between appointments, and hopefully they will be able to determine what's wrong. It's been getting in the way of the work somewhat, and it's been hurting him, since he has such a strong desire to do well. I really feel sorry for him.
We also picked up an interesting new investigator. We've been teaching a Part-Member family that has had some interesting stuff holding them back from marriage, but it sounds like that's being resolved and so, once we get them through the Stop Smoking Workshop, they should be set to be baptized! It's such an interesting thing, that not only do we get to teach spiritual lessons, but we also get to teach people how to quit an addictive substance that I've never even tried nor been tempted by (I'm pretty sure I'd die if I tried it. Asthma comes in handy.). Anyway, well, the husband and member there introduced us to his friend up the street to whom we taught a lesson by answering his questions. It was a really spiritually led discussion and both my companion and I felt incredible afterwards. I hadn't felt that good after a lesson for a long time. He wants to continue meeting with us, so I hope that he, too, will be baptized.
Oh, you wanted to know about my bike and "digs" (do you mean apartment?). My bike is incredible. It is so handy for this hilly town, and it's so lightweight and made for roads and not offroad. I never ride offroad anyway, so I'm set. I've been cruising along while poor Elder Bischoff, with his borrowed mountain bike (no joke, the name of the bike is a Hooger-Booger) that can't get out of Low Gear. I still need to follow him all over this labyrinthian town, but every hill I have to pass him, both up and down, to make sure I don't lose momentum and have to struggle on through. I also tried out my cup holder (stock), but got a cup that was too big and it accidentally bounced out at one point and fell right into the drain. Whoops. As for my apartment, it's alright. It's better than my last one, for sure, but still feels a little cramped, mostly because some missionaries decided awhile back there was enough room to bring in a ping pong table and I'm taking my time moving in.
Well, I gotta get going. I hope you all have a more enjoyable week this next week!
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
PS. They really DO say Missourah. I thought Rachel was joking about that.
This week has been interesting, too. Elder Bischoff has been having health problems for awhile now, and over the last few days it's been getting worse. He's going to see the doctor again tomorrow after a month-long wait between appointments, and hopefully they will be able to determine what's wrong. It's been getting in the way of the work somewhat, and it's been hurting him, since he has such a strong desire to do well. I really feel sorry for him.
We also picked up an interesting new investigator. We've been teaching a Part-Member family that has had some interesting stuff holding them back from marriage, but it sounds like that's being resolved and so, once we get them through the Stop Smoking Workshop, they should be set to be baptized! It's such an interesting thing, that not only do we get to teach spiritual lessons, but we also get to teach people how to quit an addictive substance that I've never even tried nor been tempted by (I'm pretty sure I'd die if I tried it. Asthma comes in handy.). Anyway, well, the husband and member there introduced us to his friend up the street to whom we taught a lesson by answering his questions. It was a really spiritually led discussion and both my companion and I felt incredible afterwards. I hadn't felt that good after a lesson for a long time. He wants to continue meeting with us, so I hope that he, too, will be baptized.
Oh, you wanted to know about my bike and "digs" (do you mean apartment?). My bike is incredible. It is so handy for this hilly town, and it's so lightweight and made for roads and not offroad. I never ride offroad anyway, so I'm set. I've been cruising along while poor Elder Bischoff, with his borrowed mountain bike (no joke, the name of the bike is a Hooger-Booger) that can't get out of Low Gear. I still need to follow him all over this labyrinthian town, but every hill I have to pass him, both up and down, to make sure I don't lose momentum and have to struggle on through. I also tried out my cup holder (stock), but got a cup that was too big and it accidentally bounced out at one point and fell right into the drain. Whoops. As for my apartment, it's alright. It's better than my last one, for sure, but still feels a little cramped, mostly because some missionaries decided awhile back there was enough room to bring in a ping pong table and I'm taking my time moving in.
Well, I gotta get going. I hope you all have a more enjoyable week this next week!
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
PS. They really DO say Missourah. I thought Rachel was joking about that.
Monday, September 13, 2010
A Whole New World Here in Hannibal, Missouri
Well, as I told you I would be last week, I am now in Hannibal, Missouri. It is a very different town than what I am used to. There are hills, and steep hills at that, everywhere. most roads meander like it aint nobody's business, and the straight ones meander in the vertical directions. It still seems like a gigantic town, when in reality it's only 1700. But everything is so spread out due to random cliffs and woods. There are a lot more trees here. I feel like I'm back in washington in some ways, but our hills are bigger and less...rollercoastery. Yep, It's a word. I feel like I'm stuck in some sort of Labyrinth, and I'm just waiting for David Bowie to appear.
Don't get me wrong, I like Hannibal alright, but it's definitely a change. There are far less cornfields here in Missouri, and I miss them. But there are still plenty of churches, just about half of them are all baptist churches. It's interesting, for sure. And the town is most definitely a tourist town. It focuses heavily on their Mark Twain heritage, sporting the caves from Tom Sawyer, a Mark Twain Lighthouse, statues of both the author and Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, and everything in the town being named after one of the three people, if not having most of the streets having random names from his books. It is cool to see sidewheel riverboats cruising along the river though.
Hannibal is a branch in a very small ward's building. They used to be a ward, but have had to be bumped down to branch status. They have just a little less members on the roles and far fewer attending than my last area, and I thought THEY had a lot of Less actives. Hannibal is a big area, though, smaller than my last area but still big.
We've been doing a lot of prep work over the last few days, and some good member work. I've been trying to meet a lot of the members so I can start off on a good foot with them. That's been good, mostly, until a slight accident during an activity at the branch president's house ended with one of his sons hitting his head and bleeding quite a bit. Luckily they're a way cool family and were able to just joke around through it (all besides the son) and even more luckily it was my companion's idea not mine. Poor Elder Bischoff felt so horrible. Poor kid.
Oh, Elder Bischoff is my new companion. He's cool and has a strong desire to do some good work, so I'm happy about that. He's been having some health problems as of late, so hopefully he can get those resolved soon. He still works hard, though, so that's good.
Seeing Cari and James and Mattie was awesome. James seems great, I'm happy he's my brother-in-law. Mattie does too, she's one of the few dogs I like a lot. But I'm sticking with me thinking she looks like one of the dogs off of Ghostbusters. Ooh, even better, she's kind of a mix between the stay puft marshmallow man and the dogs. It all works out in the end.
Oh, I also have an amazing bike. It was an awesome deal and I really want to ride it everywhere. It's a Felt Cafe 7. Look up the pictures. It weighs less than my boots and is sooo nice. Way good deal, too.
Well, that's it! Love you all!
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"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
Don't get me wrong, I like Hannibal alright, but it's definitely a change. There are far less cornfields here in Missouri, and I miss them. But there are still plenty of churches, just about half of them are all baptist churches. It's interesting, for sure. And the town is most definitely a tourist town. It focuses heavily on their Mark Twain heritage, sporting the caves from Tom Sawyer, a Mark Twain Lighthouse, statues of both the author and Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, and everything in the town being named after one of the three people, if not having most of the streets having random names from his books. It is cool to see sidewheel riverboats cruising along the river though.
Hannibal is a branch in a very small ward's building. They used to be a ward, but have had to be bumped down to branch status. They have just a little less members on the roles and far fewer attending than my last area, and I thought THEY had a lot of Less actives. Hannibal is a big area, though, smaller than my last area but still big.
We've been doing a lot of prep work over the last few days, and some good member work. I've been trying to meet a lot of the members so I can start off on a good foot with them. That's been good, mostly, until a slight accident during an activity at the branch president's house ended with one of his sons hitting his head and bleeding quite a bit. Luckily they're a way cool family and were able to just joke around through it (all besides the son) and even more luckily it was my companion's idea not mine. Poor Elder Bischoff felt so horrible. Poor kid.
Oh, Elder Bischoff is my new companion. He's cool and has a strong desire to do some good work, so I'm happy about that. He's been having some health problems as of late, so hopefully he can get those resolved soon. He still works hard, though, so that's good.
Seeing Cari and James and Mattie was awesome. James seems great, I'm happy he's my brother-in-law. Mattie does too, she's one of the few dogs I like a lot. But I'm sticking with me thinking she looks like one of the dogs off of Ghostbusters. Ooh, even better, she's kind of a mix between the stay puft marshmallow man and the dogs. It all works out in the end.
Oh, I also have an amazing bike. It was an awesome deal and I really want to ride it everywhere. It's a Felt Cafe 7. Look up the pictures. It weighs less than my boots and is sooo nice. Way good deal, too.
Well, that's it! Love you all!
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"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
From Meredith Willson to Samuel Clemens
Hello Everybody,
Yep, I found out where I'm going: Hannibal, Missouri, the boyhood home of Mark Twain. It's in the Nauvoo Stake and is on the exact polar opposite end of the mission. God seems to like to keep me livin on the edge. It'll be nice being south as it transitions from summer to fall to winter, though.
It's really weird finding out where you will be transferred to the saturday before transfers. It allowed us to be able to find a ride on sunday, but it still makes it weird for the rest of the week. Having never known I would be transferred when I was for all of my other tranfers, my main goal for the last few days was visiting members and saying goodbye, an opportunity I have never enjoyed in the past, besides for maybe one person or so. So yeah, it's been interesting. Luckily, or unluckily, I have one less thing to pack: a bike. In our apartment complex, there are garages, which are usually a blessing. The garage is one long building separate from the main tower. Inbetween each garage is a wall consisting of wire stapled to boards. Our new next door neighbor decided to leave their door open one day, and a day or so later we realized that not only had somebody cut through the wire wall, but had also stolen my bike and pulled it through while the door had been left open. So, I'm bikeless now. I filed a police report and all of that jazz, but it's likely it will never be found. Poor Dorcas, she was so nice with her fenders that I had found in our garage and lights and gel seat and front shocks. Really, Elder Shelman's bike looks so much more nice, it's surprising that mine was the one stolen. But stolen it is. So, yeah, the assistants have offered to sell me a missionary's old bike. I don't know yet. I'm not too worried for some reason. Maybe Heavenly Father is just trying to make sure I don't go on a homicidal rampage with all the junk going on. But no worries, God takes care of his missionaries.
I can't wait to see Cari. She was supposed to be here yesterday morning, then it moved to last night, then to this morning, now for tonight. I'm used to investigators rescheduling, just hopefully Cari won't drop us as it seems all of our investigators have done. We're pretty much investigatorless at this point, since most have seemed to disappear or turn uninterested or both. We did a lot more Less Active and Part Member work, though, to make up for it. Since reactivated less actives seem to bring lots of member referrals, we're trying that out. We'll see how the new missionary does things here. I can prep for the transfer all I want and set things up how I would like them, but it really doesn't matter if he comes in and completely changes it.
Yes, I did get all of the stuff you sent out mom, thank you! I bought a cheap frame and framed the picture you sent of grandpa. I loved reading over all of the stuff. You were right mom, he really was the real deal. I've always looked up to him, and it's nice to see, written down by his children, all of the traits he had that I admired.
I don't have much else to say. Going by a few members' homes has been nice, and it's good to know that while nothing really has happened or come about in the way of investigators being baptized or even coming to church while I've been here, I still seem to have made a postive influence on some members. I can actually leave and not feel like a total waste. That's probably not fair to say, but people's agency getting in the way of their salvation just gets sad after awhile. Anyway, that's about all. I get to leave tomorrow morning at 6 so sleep is going to be less than I would like.
Love you all!
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
Yep, I found out where I'm going: Hannibal, Missouri, the boyhood home of Mark Twain. It's in the Nauvoo Stake and is on the exact polar opposite end of the mission. God seems to like to keep me livin on the edge. It'll be nice being south as it transitions from summer to fall to winter, though.
It's really weird finding out where you will be transferred to the saturday before transfers. It allowed us to be able to find a ride on sunday, but it still makes it weird for the rest of the week. Having never known I would be transferred when I was for all of my other tranfers, my main goal for the last few days was visiting members and saying goodbye, an opportunity I have never enjoyed in the past, besides for maybe one person or so. So yeah, it's been interesting. Luckily, or unluckily, I have one less thing to pack: a bike. In our apartment complex, there are garages, which are usually a blessing. The garage is one long building separate from the main tower. Inbetween each garage is a wall consisting of wire stapled to boards. Our new next door neighbor decided to leave their door open one day, and a day or so later we realized that not only had somebody cut through the wire wall, but had also stolen my bike and pulled it through while the door had been left open. So, I'm bikeless now. I filed a police report and all of that jazz, but it's likely it will never be found. Poor Dorcas, she was so nice with her fenders that I had found in our garage and lights and gel seat and front shocks. Really, Elder Shelman's bike looks so much more nice, it's surprising that mine was the one stolen. But stolen it is. So, yeah, the assistants have offered to sell me a missionary's old bike. I don't know yet. I'm not too worried for some reason. Maybe Heavenly Father is just trying to make sure I don't go on a homicidal rampage with all the junk going on. But no worries, God takes care of his missionaries.
I can't wait to see Cari. She was supposed to be here yesterday morning, then it moved to last night, then to this morning, now for tonight. I'm used to investigators rescheduling, just hopefully Cari won't drop us as it seems all of our investigators have done. We're pretty much investigatorless at this point, since most have seemed to disappear or turn uninterested or both. We did a lot more Less Active and Part Member work, though, to make up for it. Since reactivated less actives seem to bring lots of member referrals, we're trying that out. We'll see how the new missionary does things here. I can prep for the transfer all I want and set things up how I would like them, but it really doesn't matter if he comes in and completely changes it.
Yes, I did get all of the stuff you sent out mom, thank you! I bought a cheap frame and framed the picture you sent of grandpa. I loved reading over all of the stuff. You were right mom, he really was the real deal. I've always looked up to him, and it's nice to see, written down by his children, all of the traits he had that I admired.
I don't have much else to say. Going by a few members' homes has been nice, and it's good to know that while nothing really has happened or come about in the way of investigators being baptized or even coming to church while I've been here, I still seem to have made a postive influence on some members. I can actually leave and not feel like a total waste. That's probably not fair to say, but people's agency getting in the way of their salvation just gets sad after awhile. Anyway, that's about all. I get to leave tomorrow morning at 6 so sleep is going to be less than I would like.
Love you all!
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
Monday, August 30, 2010
"I Believe In Christ, So Come What May. With Him [We'll] Stand In That Great Day"
As you mentioned in your email, I did handle the news pretty well, considering. I loved being able to talk with all of you. I love you, mom and dad, for your ability to keep up your senses of humor. That helped me, knowing you two were handling it well. I did a lot of praying and really received help from my Heavenly Father through His Son's eternal sacrifice. The next day, at ten, I busted out of the doors and marched my companion up the street at breakneck speed, tracting. I had, the last night and that morning, recieved an assurance that I would see my grandfather again and that my family is eternal. I knew that this message did not only have the possibility of improving someone else's life, but that it would, beyond a shadow of a doubt, change everyone's life for the better. Everyone can benefit from the blessings of the temple and the truths of this gospel, and I was obligated to share it with my fellowman. I read 1 Nephi 8:10-12, and I realized that that was me. I had partaken of that tree of life and I now desired to share that absolutely incredible fruit with others. And so up I went, with poor Elder Shelman in my wake, boldly proclaiming these truths with everyone I saw. We went up the length of the street and then headed to a potential's home and taught them, obtaining 3 new investigators, and sharing with them why I knew this message was so important. They had lost their father in the previous year, and I let them know of the recent loss i had had and how much comfort this message brought me. In a week, in the mission, the typical goal for contacts or amount of nonmembers we took a gospel conversation as far as we could is 80, and that day we got 41. I continued on in my fire the next few days, ecstatic about the gospel, but it began to wain as the week went on. Saturday, I crashed, literally and emotionally. I went to head out the door, and my heart felt heavy. It didn't relent after visiting with our ward mission leader. I informed my companion of my feelings, and let him know that I needed to take it easy that day. So we filled our time trying to meet up with investigators and keep appointments, but otherwise visited with a less-active member, Earl, who I appreciate the humor of. I probably should have pushed through, but I figured if I took one day of taking it easy, but still not sitting around the apartment, it would be better than letting things consume me. I had realized throughout the week how little i was being affected, and wondered how that could be with how much I love Grandpa. But it hit that day.
But let me get this straight. I'm fine. I'm actually happy I'm on my mission...to a point. I wish I could have been there for everything, but out here I've been allowed to come to know even more fully of the truth of the gospel and I've really received so many more blessings from being out here. Things could be so much worse, and I'm so glad that Grandpa is in a better place, and i know he's doing great work over there. I love him dearly and I'm so happy that he is no longer physically limited from serving his Father.I can't wait to someday have an experience like I have had twice in the temple, of rejoicing in the celestial room with my family, just being able to see even more people I love there.
Yesterday, with the news that transfers are next thursday, more people signed up for feeding us. I was told by one mother how her young daughter had chosen her favorite missionary a few years ago and that her son couldn't decide on his favorite missionary. Over a few years he searched for his favorite. Finally he's found one, and it's me. Others, too, have expressed some sadness at the possibility of me leaving, and when i added that to the calendar, our next two weeks all but filled up.
Work's going great. I love you all so very much and wish I was there, but know it's better for me to be out here, sharing the knowledge that has blessed us all with others. I could not have asked for a better family. I'm starting to wonder if it really was you looking at me in the Adoption Showroom or if I was picking you out of the list of Adoptive Parent Resumes. Either way, God made the right choice. He always does.
Take care and I look forward to the stuff from Grandpa's Funeral.
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"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
But let me get this straight. I'm fine. I'm actually happy I'm on my mission...to a point. I wish I could have been there for everything, but out here I've been allowed to come to know even more fully of the truth of the gospel and I've really received so many more blessings from being out here. Things could be so much worse, and I'm so glad that Grandpa is in a better place, and i know he's doing great work over there. I love him dearly and I'm so happy that he is no longer physically limited from serving his Father.I can't wait to someday have an experience like I have had twice in the temple, of rejoicing in the celestial room with my family, just being able to see even more people I love there.
Yesterday, with the news that transfers are next thursday, more people signed up for feeding us. I was told by one mother how her young daughter had chosen her favorite missionary a few years ago and that her son couldn't decide on his favorite missionary. Over a few years he searched for his favorite. Finally he's found one, and it's me. Others, too, have expressed some sadness at the possibility of me leaving, and when i added that to the calendar, our next two weeks all but filled up.
Work's going great. I love you all so very much and wish I was there, but know it's better for me to be out here, sharing the knowledge that has blessed us all with others. I could not have asked for a better family. I'm starting to wonder if it really was you looking at me in the Adoption Showroom or if I was picking you out of the list of Adoptive Parent Resumes. Either way, God made the right choice. He always does.
Take care and I look forward to the stuff from Grandpa's Funeral.
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"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
Monday, August 23, 2010
Apparently the Ring of a Telephone is Not Always a Harbinger of Horrible Events
This week was an interesting one. I've been praying for the faith to expect miracles, because I read that somewhere in a New Era that I should expect miracles as a missionary, and I've been praying to see them. I guess it's paid off, but not in the way I expected. Can't complain, miracles are miracles. ("wonders of wonders, miracles of miracles...."-Fiddler on the Roof)
Tuesday is when I really started to recognize the things happening. We went to service at the community kitchen, and a lady that always works there, but isn't a member, said, "You see that boy over there? I know him. He has troubles. You should go talk to him. Come." Being the 4 foot something mexican lady she is, she shuffled on over to a 20-something young man and began talking to him. Immediately some lady sitting on the table beside the one he was at turned around and told him to not answer any of her questions. Poor Jenny looked confused at the intrusion in her conversation and informed the lady that she knew Jeremy and that she was just trying to help him by referring him to us because she felt we could help him. The lady turned to me and told me she didn't feel religion should be brought to someone's doorstep. I just told her that we do just what the Apostles did of old, trying to share the gospel with everyone. She couldn't argue with that, and nobody can. She said, though, that we talk to people about things different than what they grew up believing, which, if I had had a chance to respond to, I would have informed her there's no point going around sharing something people already know. But she eventually left and I left a card with our number on it with Jeremy. Later we went to the church to get a copy made real quick and on the way in told Elder Shelman to call Aaron Anderson since he lived in the town he and Elder Johnson, the elder he was going on exchanges with the next day, were going to visit. The problem is that there are two Aaron Andersons in the ward, the second one being a 20-something year old kid that has Down's Syndrome and lives on his own, alternating between considering himself no longer a member and considering himself less active. Lately it had been no longer a member. Anyway, Elder Shelman called the latter one and pretended like it was on purpose and asked if there was a time we could see him. I didn't know what to expect at that as last we knew he was avoiding missionaries. But he agreed to see us that night. While we were at the church, we ran into a member there and were talking with him. As we were doing so, the phone rang, and after a short conversation, he turned to us and said into the phone "Well, in fact, there are some Mormon Missionaries right here!" We went outside and met with a lady from hospice who had had to look all over the place for the number for the church and was lucky enough to find us there. She had been told it would be nearly impossible to find us, and yet there we were, "by accident." She informed us that there was a lady who had been given only a few months to live and had asked to meet with mormon missionaries. She gave the name, and I knew it to be a less active member that missionaries used to meet with a lot in the past but had moved and we had lost track of. We met with her yesterday and that was tough. Trying to share comforting words with a lady who is on her deathbed who hasn't been active in forever and hadn't even been to the temple or anything.... But she's ready for death, she just wanted the "inner peace" missionaries always brought with them. I really relied on the spirit there. We'll be meeting with her once a week from here on out. I also got a call on friday during weekly planning. With the creepy, "Psycho" style (EE EE, EE EE, EE EE)ringtone, I knew it was President Jergensen.
"Hello Elder Gates," he said after the usual pleasantries associated with a phone call from the president, "I just got off the phone with your sister." That's never good. I immediately wondered who had died. "She says she's coming out this way just after labor day weekend and was wondering if she could have lunch with you. I have no problem with it, just make sure it's an hour and a half, 2 hours MAX, and that it is during lunch, not dinnertime." I was dumbfounded. I was barely able to slip out a few heartfelt thank yous and a bye and that was it. He called all of my leaders above me and let them knew, and I soon got a call from my district leader expressing his envy. Needless to say, I'm stoked!!
Thursday we also turned our three main investigators, Carol, Cheryl and Cayla over to Hampton, since they're closer and girls too and all that kind of stuff. That was tough, but we turned around and are finding more people in Mason City itself, so that's good.
We also got let in twice during a tracting session by people who saw how sweaty we were and just wanted to offer us cold water. Finally, my plan is working!
Well, I should go, Elder Shelman got bumped off early by a jerk of a librarian. I won't call her out on it, though, I'll leave it to God to smite her.
Love you all!
--
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
PS Finally got my year-mark shirt burned yesterday. Some members were kind enough to do it for me when I hesitated. I'd heard horror stories recently of a missionary here awhile back that had had to do a bunch of community service for burning without a permit and stuff. At least if members do it, it's not my fault. I didn't even ask them to, they just took the old shirt for me and did the work. It was one of the shirts that was too small for me just after coming out and I'm sure would be EXTREMELY small on me now if I tried. If I do go on and burn anything else, I'll do it at members homes in the country.
Tuesday is when I really started to recognize the things happening. We went to service at the community kitchen, and a lady that always works there, but isn't a member, said, "You see that boy over there? I know him. He has troubles. You should go talk to him. Come." Being the 4 foot something mexican lady she is, she shuffled on over to a 20-something young man and began talking to him. Immediately some lady sitting on the table beside the one he was at turned around and told him to not answer any of her questions. Poor Jenny looked confused at the intrusion in her conversation and informed the lady that she knew Jeremy and that she was just trying to help him by referring him to us because she felt we could help him. The lady turned to me and told me she didn't feel religion should be brought to someone's doorstep. I just told her that we do just what the Apostles did of old, trying to share the gospel with everyone. She couldn't argue with that, and nobody can. She said, though, that we talk to people about things different than what they grew up believing, which, if I had had a chance to respond to, I would have informed her there's no point going around sharing something people already know. But she eventually left and I left a card with our number on it with Jeremy. Later we went to the church to get a copy made real quick and on the way in told Elder Shelman to call Aaron Anderson since he lived in the town he and Elder Johnson, the elder he was going on exchanges with the next day, were going to visit. The problem is that there are two Aaron Andersons in the ward, the second one being a 20-something year old kid that has Down's Syndrome and lives on his own, alternating between considering himself no longer a member and considering himself less active. Lately it had been no longer a member. Anyway, Elder Shelman called the latter one and pretended like it was on purpose and asked if there was a time we could see him. I didn't know what to expect at that as last we knew he was avoiding missionaries. But he agreed to see us that night. While we were at the church, we ran into a member there and were talking with him. As we were doing so, the phone rang, and after a short conversation, he turned to us and said into the phone "Well, in fact, there are some Mormon Missionaries right here!" We went outside and met with a lady from hospice who had had to look all over the place for the number for the church and was lucky enough to find us there. She had been told it would be nearly impossible to find us, and yet there we were, "by accident." She informed us that there was a lady who had been given only a few months to live and had asked to meet with mormon missionaries. She gave the name, and I knew it to be a less active member that missionaries used to meet with a lot in the past but had moved and we had lost track of. We met with her yesterday and that was tough. Trying to share comforting words with a lady who is on her deathbed who hasn't been active in forever and hadn't even been to the temple or anything.... But she's ready for death, she just wanted the "inner peace" missionaries always brought with them. I really relied on the spirit there. We'll be meeting with her once a week from here on out. I also got a call on friday during weekly planning. With the creepy, "Psycho" style (EE EE, EE EE, EE EE)ringtone, I knew it was President Jergensen.
"Hello Elder Gates," he said after the usual pleasantries associated with a phone call from the president, "I just got off the phone with your sister." That's never good. I immediately wondered who had died. "She says she's coming out this way just after labor day weekend and was wondering if she could have lunch with you. I have no problem with it, just make sure it's an hour and a half, 2 hours MAX, and that it is during lunch, not dinnertime." I was dumbfounded. I was barely able to slip out a few heartfelt thank yous and a bye and that was it. He called all of my leaders above me and let them knew, and I soon got a call from my district leader expressing his envy. Needless to say, I'm stoked!!
Thursday we also turned our three main investigators, Carol, Cheryl and Cayla over to Hampton, since they're closer and girls too and all that kind of stuff. That was tough, but we turned around and are finding more people in Mason City itself, so that's good.
We also got let in twice during a tracting session by people who saw how sweaty we were and just wanted to offer us cold water. Finally, my plan is working!
Well, I should go, Elder Shelman got bumped off early by a jerk of a librarian. I won't call her out on it, though, I'll leave it to God to smite her.
Love you all!
--
"But nevertheless, deep water is what I am wont to swim in." D&C 127:2
Elder Charlie Gates
PS Finally got my year-mark shirt burned yesterday. Some members were kind enough to do it for me when I hesitated. I'd heard horror stories recently of a missionary here awhile back that had had to do a bunch of community service for burning without a permit and stuff. At least if members do it, it's not my fault. I didn't even ask them to, they just took the old shirt for me and did the work. It was one of the shirts that was too small for me just after coming out and I'm sure would be EXTREMELY small on me now if I tried. If I do go on and burn anything else, I'll do it at members homes in the country.
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