Crashing An Arts-N-Crafts Convention
Hello hello hello again everyone! Coming live from the place of the world's first flight crew, it's Elder McMullin! As always, if any of you would like to send me water bottles or monopoly games, please do and I will happily accept them. But, without further ado, here we go!
The work this week has been a wee bit chaotic. Tuesday was incredible, as my prayers were answered and we found 5 people in one day. For those paying attention, that means we beat all of last transfer- in about 6 hours. However, the rest of the week was pretty dead. We visited a few dots to no avail, and LMPs were few and far between. But! We had an absolute miracle on Sunday. We were going to go to Dollar Tree, a favorite of ours, but we both felt it wasn't right. So we went to Walmart instead, and within 2 minutes I found Ivan, who's been taught before and super down for church and baptism! Ladies and gents, I am here to Testify the God of Israel is a God of miracles, and He hasn't stopped from Eden to E. City. All we need to do is call upon Him and have faith, and watch the God of Nature work mighty wonders.
The area continues to be... special. We talked to a drukard who spent an hour pontificating about how many blunts he smoked in CA, some brotha who asked me for Cocaine (through ASL, no less), and a lady who hissed at me. I have yet to meet James the Archangel though, so I still have something to look forward to. We also had our first District Council led by me, and it went surprisingly well! KIs were also reported on time for the first time, so I am improving by leaps and bounds. With this kind of improvementI might be AP by next Thursday. Who knows.
To explain the title line, we went prossing in downtown E. City on Friday night. Now, to call it "downtown" is a bit of a stretch, but the 5 breweries and 4 stores were absolutely bumping. So, naturally, we busted in and saw what was going on. Turns out, it was an arts-n-crafts market, and most of them didn't want to come to church. But! The highlight was wandering over to the local apostate church (fountain of life nondenominational) and their booth. I must admit, I had no idea they were there, but it was all worth it go get stared down by their pastor, a tall black guy in grey pants and a sport coat.
As our eyes met, his eyebrows dropped and his lips curled in absolute disgust. He slowly shook his head, hatred seething from his DJ booth. So, naturally, I flash a smile, wave, and then hightail it out of there and back to the car. Whether or not we meet again is up for grabs, but I've been reading my Old Testament, just in case.
Anyways, that's about all the excitement for this week. Hope yall have a blessed rest of the week, and excited to talk to you again!
From the your favorite plague of the pastors,
Elder McMuffin.
Photos!
1: the weapons rack in our apartment. U have dubbed the cast-iron pipe wrench the "widowmaker"
2: I wear my sunglasses at night
3: driving Jazzys back. I love my life.
4: visiting dots is just so effective and definitely not super out of the way.
5: Our super quality stove. I now realize the aluminum foil is a need, not a want.
6: Driving to Zone Conference!
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