Dickie Betts, Satan, And The Holy Quad

Hello again everybody!

Coming live from the old Crip hideout that was recently busted, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any Word of Wisdom pamphlets or bike parts, and I will happily accept. But, without further ado, here we go!

This week was pretty solid, as far as work goes. We found 4 new people and one of them came to church (a better statistic than some weeks!), and some solid contacts. One of these was Joe, a senior citizen we almost dropped but gave one last call to, and he answered! He wants to learn about us, and he explained he "did some digging" to find out the his current religion, the Church of Christ was NOT the Church of Jesus Christ which IS the Mormons. Even after that dark and windy rabbit hole, he still showed up (although we couldn't actually find him) and seemed to enjoy it! Plus, the whole ward is bearing down on us over two people; Thomas and Dan. Dan has come pretty frequently over the last month and is considering baptism, but we can't find times to meet with him. This is much to our discouragement, as Bro Bonds interrupted Bro Umphlett who interrupted Bro Shakin, all asking to host his lessons as they all like him that much. Thomas, on the other hand, is elusive. A missionary in St George actually used to play DnD with him and got him interested in the church, but he owns the most popping brewery (Ghost Harbor for those interested) in town. Needless to say, it's one we got to tread carefully with, as Elder Muskgrave will hate us forever if we mess it up.

   All that aside, it was a pretty fun week. Transfers came and went with no changes, the new ZL is pretty fun, and some of the district members I needed "Christlike" love for are off in greener Virginian pastures. Nit that anythings green right now, as a wicked cold front has ripped through, plunging temps into humid 20s and Carolinians back into their hidey holes. On the bright side, my jackets have all been tested with great success, and my $6 beanie investment is paying huge dividends. Elder Griffiths is still a walking pokedex/Star Wars expanded dictionary, and lately a game of ours is stuttrring through the original 151 pokemon while Elder Griffiths makes fun of me. Kabuto and Kabutops are the banes of my existence.

    To explain the title line, the delicate mix of cold, cheap beer, and possibly Marijuana season has led to some crazies coming out. First up was conspiracy Santa, a very drunk gentleman with a beard and Santa hat who tried to convince us drinking coke was not Kosher and claimed to be Dickie Betts from the Alleman brothers band. Poor Dickie has been dead for about 9 months, so a shadow of doubt has been cast. We also met Radagast the brown, a fella in a coonskin cap and "man of the mountain" vibes, come stumbling over to us, smelling like burnt Colorado. He "convinces" us that we worship the Holy Quad from the Sky", and laughs with all four teeth that he knows the Bible better than I do. Then, he goes over to the Salvation Army lady and starts badly singing Christmas songs, more out of tune than a dropped piano. Then there was the Satanist we met at Food Lion, who I may or may not have wished a spiteful "Merry CHRISTmas!" to.

   Anyways, the work continues to progress, the season grows ever more festive, and people come a little bit closer to God through everything we do. Though it ain't Christmas yet, I know Christ loves each of us, even random crazies, with a love that cannot fail and cannot be measured.

From your favorite tweaker seeker,

Elder McMullin

Photos!

1: visited a dot by an old... Zeppelin shed?

2: Santa Baby

3: The one day I rode my bike again, this happened.

4: HE IS FINISHED! ELDER SCHWARTZNEGGER IS HERE!

5: We love dealing with old southerners and their poorly chosen reactions.