Give Me Back My Training Wheels, Please

Hello hello again everyone! Coming live from the brackish meet-up of the James and Elizabeth river, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any pipe bombs or love letters in the mail, and I will get to them eventually! So, without further ado, here we go!

This week has been legendary in terms of work. We have had a bunch of lessons (some with members participating) that have all gone really well. My favorite was finally teaching the Plan of Salvation! Thank you previous Elder McMullin for the great visual, and it was a real hit with the respective 9 and 11 year olds. In addition, something we do down here on Saturday nights are "church calls", where we blast through our area book and call anyone interested to get them to church. I was in charge of them this week, and boy oh boy was that fun. I got one guy before he got in the shower, another lady about to "whoop her child" and a classic "don't call me ever again". But, I did find 2 more people to invite to church! They may be q stroke victim and an 80 year old man, but hey- God loves everyone. Plus, we had a couple of new friends pull up to church, which was great!

Speaking of church, Elder Rinquest and I got stuck with teaching adult Sunday School, assigned about 18 hours beforehand. Nevertheless and in such dire straits, we put together a bomb lesson about the Battle chapters, Christlike characteristics of Captain Moroni, and lessons to be learned. I had far too much fun giving it, and realized I might be a bit of a history nerd. Love you Mom!

To (finally) explain the title line of the email, we had exchanges this week, and of course I was with *drumroll* the biking elders! One small hiccup- the last bike I rode, you spun the pedals backward to brake. So, gears, brakes, shocks, and whatever the flip a shifter is were all part of our discovery effort of the day. I also got to discover what ramming into not one, but TWO telephone poles felt like, and the little screw that holds the handle bars onto the rest of the bike got a wee bit loose, meaning my handles had 3 dimensional movement for about 7 miles. Not my favorite exchange. However, once my bruised and broken body came back home, it was among the more rewarding experiences of the Mission.

Anyways, I love all yall and I hope everything goes well for ya!

Love,

Elder Muffin

Photos!

1: a spectacular Schwarma celebrating 1 year with a new member

2: Good Jabba impression, eh?

3: Some brotha blew out a tire and did not notice for a horrifying amount of time.

4: Me, before the accident(s).

5: turns out this screw is actually really important to holding the thing to the other thing.

6: me on my exchange, by the Methodists. Such losers.





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