New President

Oi Gente. (Pictures of our goodbye dinner with Pavan, our hello dinner with Wright, at the "laçador" statue, and at the temple.)

This week was a turbulent week, as I mentioned last Saturday night we picked up our new President and his wife, President and Sister Wright. It was way more diffucult for me than i imagined to say goodbye to Pres and Sister, particularly for President. I have spent so much time with him over the last few months and he has had a great influence in my life. That being said I already love our new President and his wife. He is very different from President Pavan, he is very outgoing and excited, he will be a great President. His wife couldn´t hurt a fly if she tried, and if she tells every missionary in the mission that she personally loves them i think she goes to bed happy. 

We spent most of our time this week traveling to various cities doing zone conferences for the missionaries to be able to get to know President. It was a lot of sitting and doing nothing and repeating to the 200 missionaries that asked me that No, I dont know anything about the transfer yet, and no I dont know if he will prohibit Coka Cola or Chimmarrão. On on the last two conferences i wised up and slipped out for 30 minutes to drink a coke while we were waiting. We raced home all of the nights to be able to salvage a bit of our teaching pool, and we actually had some great lessons this week. Our group is small, but solid, President even left with us to teach on Tuesday night! The guy came willing to work! Sister already wants to go knock doors with the Sisters... 

Thursday we amped ourselves up for a long day in front of the trasnfer board. We had to pound it out in about 5 hours because if not we wouldn´t hvae been able to make the necessary preparations yesterday for the transfer. Seeing that this will be the last transfer that I will actually be here to assist in the process after we picked our next Assistant we called him in for an interview and to watch the process so he can catch the ropes. I couldn´t be happier with my new companion, his name is Elder Persinger and he is the man. He will not officially be here until Tuesday, and no one knows yet so don´t let the word out Di, I know what kind of a gossiper you are. 

Yesterday for the last distirct meeting of "The Council" my future comp and zone leader Elder Persinger prepared America Jeopardy. One of the categories was "Countries that End in Merica...", all of the answers were The United States, and you got double the points if your team spontaneaously broke out into chants of U.S.A.!! U.S.A!! Needless to say it was a rousing good time. (I remember once when I said that in a Preiesthood church meeting and everyone laughed embarrassed and asked me if I knew what that meant. I responded, Yes.) I love America. 

I can´t believe I have one month left on the mission. That blows my mind, Im excited for the transfer, i need one last breathe of new air before I put my head back down to finish strong. We are going to be traveling a lot until the end so I should get home with holes in my shoes and pretty worn out, that will be good. 

I put Mitt Romney faces on our Mission Newsletter, Go Mitt. 

Stay Classy.

Weekly Email

Is anyone else getting sick of my weekly emails?

This week was fantastic, we went to my beloved Passo Fundo to do my last division with one of my favorite missionaries; Elder Barbosa. It was a blasty as usual full of mate doce (sweet chimarrão) and laughter. This time i divided with Elder Erickson from Draper Utah, what a stud, super hard worker, he completely wore me out!! I dont know why but i think the last 4 or 5 divisions i have done have been STRAIGHT knocking doors, I think God thinks I need to work harder... I have come to the conclusion that i dont like leaving my area, I don´t have control over what happens. Its a funny thing though watching younger missionaries, I told my companion after our division that about half the day i just wanted to be like "calm down! your killing me, there´s an easier way to do this!!" I dont know if Im just getting old and tired on the misison or if I´ve gotten used to my comfy chair in my heated office, but I was spent, and. Which is funny because i was watcihng Elder Erickson knock doors relentlessly for hours and seeing myself in Caxias and the start of Gravataí, doing that daily for months. I get frustrated leaving my area becuase i know how much differently i would do things If I could go back and how much easier it would be, and sometimes i think about telling young missionaries that-- but I then end up not doing so with the rational that it is part of the growing process. I am the missionary (and the person) I am today because i had ot learn for myself. I had to pass through just a little bit of hell and frustration to be able to figure out how things are done, and in my mind its a necessary step to become a leader. That is the basic logic behind the suffering of Jesus Christ, we don´t have to be crucified because he did it, but to a certain point we have to understand just  a LITTLE of what he passes, hence the answer to the classic quetsion; "Why does God permit suffering." Answer; Because he loves us and doesnt want us to return unchanged. 

I don´t want to return from my mission unchanged.

We have several good people we are teaching right now. It´s funny how the addictions we deal with here in Lindóia, a wealthier area, are more sophisticated addictions, but nontheless; addictions. Instead of getting people to stop smoking and using crack we have to get them to stop drinking wine and cheating on their spouses.. It´s intense. The world is messed up. 

You Stay classy Orem. You don´t need to change one bit.

Santa Cruz du SUI

Hello

This week was pretty normal, we traveled during the middle of the week and tried to finish up our divisions at the end of the week. I am growing weary of traveling, it is really starting to take a toll on me. I have grown a loathing for the bus, its the only time i am stationed and dont do anything, and thus the only time that my brain has to really wander outside of the misison. 

Stress is really something I am trying to avoid in my life. It does no good for me, and unfortuantely I was born into a family that quite frankly just cares about things. I have wondered to myself so many times why I can´t just "not care." Sometimes I want to have that attitude, to just not be so affected by things but I can´t. It´s not me. Something I have really worked on the mission is to be okay when I don´t get things I want. All of my life I think my biggest strength is being able to get what I want, it´s always been something I´ve been able to do. But especially on the mission when we affect the free agency of others and include gospel principles into the picture it becomes a little bit more complicated. I need to get to the point where I don´t need to control the situation, where I can be okay with others making important decisions, that i even may not agree with.

The mission is an incredible ground for learning about God, others, and most importantly yourself. I´ve made so many important discoveries about who I am and what things control my actions, that difficult part is being able to cannonize those things, and direct them for good, be it my will or not. Mostly I´ve just realized that I am a selfish selfish person, and each day I fight with myself to become a little bit more like Christ. And that is my sermon for the day. Sorry I didn´t give more details about the week but quite frankly I just dont remember. My mission is becoming a big blur, and I know it will all be over soon so I´m going to try to work hard and stay focused as to have no regrets.

Stay Classy Provo.

Manaus

Hello people-

The temple of Manaus gets dedicated tomorrow, we get to watch, Schweet!

It is SO cold here. People look at my like I am crazy when I tell them I am from Utah where it snows, and I am freezing. Humidity is the worst thing that was ever created, I don´t want to say God created it accidentallly cause I think that might be blashpemous but I have not discovered its hidden purpose yet other than to torment me relentlessly from the hours of 7 p.m. to 8 a.m. I finally broke today and went and bought a new Shower Head and a heater for our house. It´s brutal.

This week was good, it passed really fast. We went to Caxias and did our division there, (-1 degrees) enough said. I went with Elder De Jesus who had no idea about anything in the area and we were far from anything I recognized, so.... we knocked doors from the hours of 2 until 7:30. Then we went to our appointment at 7:30 which fell, so we did contacts. BEST DIVISION EVER. Seriously, if you have never tried to convince staunchy catholics to leave their warm house and come out to talk to strangers in the below freezing weather for 6 hours straight you have got to try it! It´s a blast. 

Anyways we got home from Caxias for me to quite literally "jump" in and out of the shower change clothes and get on a bus to Canoas for another division. This one went a litter better, and wasn´t quite as cold. Except that we got fed "muscle soup." I´ve learned to be much more tolerant in all aspects on the missoin, but I don´t reccomend it. (Neither do i recomend knocking doors in Caxias all day in the freezing cold, that was a joke, but I´m not as funny as I used to be) 

We have cool investigators. We are teaching a lady named Mathilda (name has been changed) (the area seventy is really cracking down on not putting details into your emails, as if you guys were going to remember that her name is really Rubia...) that is the lady that had the cool dream. Anyways she is progressing super awesomely and now our biggest barrier is Alcohol. Long story short she texted us yesterday after us having taught the word of wisdom and told she drank a beer and she didnt get any pleasure out of it, it had a wierd taste. i can´t express how many times that has happened on my mission be it Cigarettes, drugs, or alcohol. We marked a baptismal date with her for the 8th of July, now we´ve just got to get her rich doctor husband to fall in the water with her. He (She) accidentally blurted out in the last visit that he is a mason, so I told my companion It´s simple, we just drive him by the temple, tell him he CAN´T go in and see what happens until he gets baptzied, and he´ll beg US to get wet. 

We also have a cool dude named Carlos that we are teaching that is a total rocker! He plays lead guitar every saturday night at shows that go until ilke 5 in the morning and he still comes to church at nine! What a boss! His baptismal date is marked for the 24th but he´s starting to feel a little uneasy about it but im not worried, the ward loves him and we´ve already done visits with like 5 members. Vinicscius (the lawyer that travels to the U.S. and São Paulo) and Marcia are doing well but just too hard to find!! That´s the problem with well educated people, they are busy and dont just sit at home. He told us the last time we visited him and asked him if he had read and prayed that he is "fleeing from the answer", because he knows it will require changes in his life. I love intelligent people. His wife has already read to chapter 21 in 1 Néfi and described in detail Lehi´s first vision, I love intelligent people. 

The mission is good, life is good. I have enough time to teach the elects and enough money to buy a coke a day so no complaints.

Stay Classy, read the Bible. (And when I say the Bible, I mean the "Bible of the Mormons," as they say here.)

Pictures of our the Last churrasco for Sister and Prezz.

Mission lessons

My week was a bit hectic but it was really good. Its so crazy to me that I literally dread p days because they seem to drag on forever and its the only day I ever think about home. The rest of the week I just dont really have time. This week we were caught up in function of Transfers and another Caxias trip. Routine, but the drive home from Caxias was unforgettable. As President gets closer to going home he seems to be much more open to story telling and passing wisdom to his Assistants. He re counted a bunch of incredible experiences that he has had on the mission that strengthened my faith. My president is an inspired man, and there is no doctrinal question that his wife cant answer. They are the type of people that just make you want to be a better person, kind of like my grandparents. They have taught me countless lessons on how to live the gospel. I will miss them.

Its funny how the Lord always seems to let you fall flat on your face before he lifts you up. In our spare time this week we planned well and had a few important visits all marked to be with members. It was incredible how badly they didnt work out. Thursday night I just felt stupid, pretty much everything I had worked so hard to plan had fallen, and I had wasted the members time and money. What of the things that most frustrates me on the mission is that other´s free agency affects my ability to be successful. Being here in Brasil where punctuality and fulfilling your word doesnt mean a whole lot that can really spiral a missionary into depression. But I´ve also learned on the misison that it is not prudent to make decisions off a hot head, and that a good nights rest and a cold coke can solve a lot of life´s problems. After stepping back and taking a look at things we were able to re group and make everything work out Friday to set us up to have a good p day. We had a great lesson with Rubia last night (that lady that had the Joseph Smith dream.) 

I was super frustrated because we had already marked twice to have a family night at this couple´s house, they had made food and everything, and both times she didnt show up, totally making us look like slacker freeloaders. I was so nervous to try it again last night because of my pride but the spirit confirmed that that was the right decision to be made. We showed up at this couple´s house awkwardly smiling and he just opened the door and started laughing, but he was cool about it and told us we could bring her up. We ran down to her apt startled when she opened the door dressed in something I would expect to see in Las Vegas at 3 in the morning. After declining to step outside of hell´s corrider and entering into the doorway of wily temptation, we told her we needed to go up to the other apt to teach her. To my bewildered amazement she replied "How am I supposed to go to a family visit dressed like this?" As me and my companion stood there in silence not knowing what to say.. (You don´t feel comfortable going to visit a lady in your building but you´re okay to recieve 2 missionaries??) She helped us out and told us to wait while she changed. (She apparently was going to a Night Club.) Moral to the story the moment we arrived there I realized why we felt we needed to go; They totally hit it off, the lesson was awesome, full of the spirit, and her countenance immediately changed. She went from the most worldly woman I had taught in months to an incredibly elect investigator. When we do what is right and endure, the Lord will bless us one way or another. 

Im grateful for my mission and everything its taught me. I can honestly say that when my time is done here in about 10 weeks I should come back a slightly better person. 

Stay Classy. 

Weekly Status Report

It was good to talk to you guys breifely yesterday, it made me excited to talk tomorrow. The two Elders going home was a fiasco. One of them was one of the most painfully unlikeable stuck up rich kids from Texas I have ever met. He only had like 3 months on the mission but a month ago His mom got cancer while he was on the mission, but told him it was completely treatable and that she was not going to die and her only wish was that he stayed on the mission. I was the one who told him the news and watched him not even blink or show any reaction, I was like are you okay... It looked like he couldnt have cared less. Long story short for 3 weeks has been asking to go home, saying it has nothing to do with his mom, he just has no tesimony. I talked to his companion yesterday and he said he did nothing less than argue DURING lessons contrary to church doctrine. We fed him lunch before he went home and he was insuportable, basically gave us the middle finger and told us how he couldnt wait to get out of this hell hole so he could play tennis, good riddance. Feel bad for his family though, its going to kill them.

The other is one was the complete opposite, one of my good friends on the mission. For months he´s been thinking about going home, but fought against it because he knows it is the right thing to do to stay. i called him the night before and he just cried and cried, Didnt say a word on the way to the airport, completely sullen. His problem was testimony too though, he told me he saw so many people in the big world and they looked happy, and he wondered if he couldnt be happier breaking the commandments too. I couldnt believe it, I wanted to say YOU IDIOT WHAT PEOPLE ARE YOU TALKING TO!! But I didnt, I tried asking him some questions and helping him remember the things he already knows, but to no avail. He promised me he would talk to his bishop first thing he gets home, and try to renew his temple recomend though, Ill be rooting for him. He had almost a year and 3 months. Super sad day for me. 

I got in the gym a little today. We had to go fill up the font for a baptism tonight and we brought a basketball (Here there is a sweet indoor court, the only one ive ever seen in Brasil) i just couldnt ever find anyone to play with me. But while we were waiting me and my comp played a bit. YIKES. i am terrible, I had completely forgotten how hard it is to learn how to stroke and dribble again. I got so frustrated becaues i remembered those things coming so naturally to me before, and there i was trying to methodically THINK okay where do I release the ball.... It was painful. 

Mostly my last three months are just going to be really memorable. I had such a fun time in Santa Cruz do Sul yesterday.  We drove home with Presidnet and Sister Pavan and planned our Passo Fundo trip this Monday. We talked about a lot of fun stuff, about you, and motorcylce riding, and basketball, and politics. And then Sister asked me if I had bought presents already for my family, when i said not yet she told me we would make a trip out to a city called Soledade, that is about 30 minutes from Passo Fundo. Its a city renowned for priceless gems from the serra mountains. I´m stoked, Im going to be a couple cuias (the chimarrão cup) some bombachas (the big gaúcho pants) and a couple gems, one for a ring for mom and another for my future wife!!

Mostly Im just stoked and happy. Im working very hard and my mission is just passing before my eyes. Yesterday I woke up in a panic thinking that soon I will have to face reality, i had always though of it as a dream and a vision but never really thinking about. Frankly the though scared crap out of me. I have NO idea how to be a normal person. All I know is how to be a representative of Christ, and JUST now im starting to learn how to do it effectivly. Its crazy...

Soak up the good times, save some good stuff to do when i get home. The gospel is true, keep studying the scriptures, even though Wyatt pretends he doesnt notice he does. I did. Talk to you tomorrow.

AL

Full of Gas Still

This week was no easier but I feel more energized. I´m just stoked, I´m not tired and I get more and more excited about the progress we are making in the ward. It´s funny becaues honestly it was a slow week number wise but I feel like we got so much done. We are really getting after the members trying to build a strong relationship with them worthy of their trust so that they will help us in the work. Any missionary knows its way easier to spend 30 minutes with a member to get a reference of a family that already has LDS ties rather than knock doors looking for a pin in a haystack, i just wish I would have figured that out earlier. We had a great experience with that last night when we were frustrated with nothing working, and decided to step back and say a prayer. It was incredible how right after that everybody starting picking up their phone, we got two visits done, and then went to the 2nd counselor in the stake presidency. We ate dinner with them and shared a message not even asking for a reference simply telling them they could confide their friends in us. Before we finished he startled me by suddenly just getting um and making a spontaneously call to a friend of his. On the spot he marked an apt with him and his wife and 2 kids for this Sunday. Ironically at my favorite pizzaria for lunch today this same guy stopped me and said "Hey are you Thiago´s friends that are coming over tomorrow?" I chatted with him for a few minutes, super cool guy, I´m stoked to go there tomorrow. Lesson learned. Members have people that are prepared for the gospel, but they will not give them to missionaries that A. They don´t trust, and B. Don´t ask.

Yesterday we had a good zone council with all the zone leaders and we also went to Caxias this week to do a division with the zone leaders, i feel like all we do is travel or plan trainings these days, but it´s good because it keeps you busy. Tomorrow is going to be sick, we asked for some help from our zone leaders here to come help us make up for the time we lost this week, so we are going to blitz our area!! We are going to divide and just go crazy, looking for news and contacting the references we got this week. Then at night I promised them we would make Hot dogs (Brasilian of course...) and my famous mate doce. (It´s basically chimarrão but and Elder taught me something that revolutionized my world (Just like the day I figured out that Corn and Bacon Pizza with chocolate crust is delicious) But he taught me that if you put erva doce (sweet herbs) cinnamon, sugar, orange, and clove in the cuia (the wooden cup thingy) it created the most delicious mixture of heavenly goodness that man have experienced after the fall of Adam. All those going to the RANCH will be eternally blessed as we pass the cuia and drink sweet sweet erva doce late into the night while we gossip on others. 

I am doing well. I have gotten so sad at a few of my recent converts decisions to throw away the eternal truths they have learned for pitiful worldliness. I can´t understand how a person´s who life is already a piece of trash can not be willing to make a few changes. I have definately felt changed by my mission learning that my parents haven´t lied to me all these years: keeping the commandments not only protects us, it brings us true happiness.

Stay classy.