Homies,
I feel unworthy to
call you that now. I have been transferred from the hood to Caldwell,
which is just as good as Beverly Hills. This is more appropriate:
Sire,
Here is a ward that
functions. When we baptize someone, they will stay active. Where is
the challenge? Who will I yell at now? What will I yell? My
new companion has leaky gut, so he says I will have to eat his portion, double
the food, double the weight gain. Every member we visited has told us,
"We gotta have you over for dinner." What am I going to do
now?? This is my worst nightmare.
We have a developing
area. We only have one investigator on a baptismal date. We also
received a referral last night. I guess the challenge is there; we will
accelerate the growth of this area by finding people to teach.
Before we taught that
referral last night, we went to a mission-held fireside. Sister Stout and
I performed His Hands, which is a song that makes me cry. As I looked
over at the people we were performing for, people from Scotch Plains Stake that
I have come to love after a year and a half in their service, I cried. I
will miss Jew Nersey. My days as a missionary are almost over.
Love,
Elder deJesus
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