Pittsburgh Mission Memoirs

For those of you worried if the poor, starving, missionaries in Washington, PA are... poor... and starving, don't. We are certainly not all that starving, especially after the generosity of all of the members out here:

Yeah. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to gain 200 lbs. this Christmas season, seeing as Elder Colvin doesn't eat any goodies. Seriously. ("Well, if you aren't going to eat all these goodies, who is?"  "Elder Anderson, I think you know the answer to that question.")

We met an interesting gentleman this week. His name is Mohi. He referred himself, so I gave him a call.

"Hello...?"

"Hi. This is Elder Anderson. I'm a missionary from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day...."

"Ah, yes you beautiful person. It is so much an honor to speak to you this wonderful day. I have heard much about you and your church, the Mormon, and Joseph Smith, oh I'm so sorry about what happened to him, it's a true tragedy, the heavens weep over him. And Brig-man Young, he is a hero! A true hero! A yes, thank you for calling, you beautiful person. I was just calling to request that you and your bishop would honor my request to grace me with your presence. I am available in the early afternoon. Feel free to stop by any day. Thank you so much, you beautiful person." *click*

Okay...

So we stopped by at the address listed, went inside the apartment building, up the elevator and over to his door. I wound up my fist to give his door a knocking, but heard voices from within:

"So, if you wouldn't mind following along, I'll read this part here: 'The bible is instruction given from Jehovah to His prophets. 2 Timothy says All scripture....'" Yep. He was meeting with Jehovah Witnesses, and by the sound of thing was in the middle of their first discussion. As tempting as it was, we chose not to interrupt their meeting and stopped by another day.

We get there, and he sits us down and starts to tell us about his plans for doing a 'Galaxy Gallery' of 1000 hand-drawn pictures. And he wants a picture for the Mormons. ...Okay... I'm not really sure where all of this is going to go. But he certainly is one of the most interesting individuals I've ever met.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm super stoked for Christmas. For real. I've been able to do some of my favorite things of Christmas here and there too, which has been super happy-making, like caroling for Salvation Army, and helping a member wrap Christmas presents for his son. And of course, Christmas day will be spent with an awesome member family, and I get to talk to my family. 

I'll close with an awesome thought that my brother sent me today. A lot of people are looking forward to spending Christmas at home with their families, having big dinners, lots of presents, etc. At the same time, though, there are many who have no choice but to go without during Christmas. Trust me, I've met many of them and been in many of their homes. It's humbling and makes me grateful to see how little they have and how much joy that little bit brings us. As my brother told me, Christ was homeless on the first Christmas. There is something in that which is both profound and vitally important to us.

Another thought: My parents have a VHS tape which has a bunch of old Christmas cartoons on it (really old, like circa 1990). I looked forward to December each and every year so I could watch that tape over and over and over - it was my favorite! One of the cartoons is Garfield's Christmas special. He, Jon, and Odie go to Grandma's house for Christmas dinner and presents and such. One of the last lines of the show though really strikes me. After all is said and done, Garfield exclaims "Christmas isn't about the giving, and it isn't about the getting. It's about the loving." Isn't that so true? Isn't that the biggest message of Christmas, Christ's life, the Bible, the Book of Mormon, and all the Prophets? Love God and love everyone else. On this hangs all the scriptures. How true it is.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

PS. If you want fantastic, non-stop Christmas music, mormonchannel.org has got it!

We went to a Christmas Party, put on by probably one of the oddest members of the entire church (he's certainly 1 in 14.5 million!) He invited a goodly number of 'distinguished guests' to his lovely home, and did a wonderful job of being a host ("Here's a plate of candy for the little boys.") We were planning on having dinner there, so when we arrived and found that it was mostly snack food, we were a little disappointed, but decided to make the most of it. Somebody finally arrived with what looked like real food - a slow cooker full of little sausages covered in what looked like a rich barbecue sauce, which, by the way, is one of my favorite things. I didn't want to make a scene, so I restrained myself from darting over and helping myself right away. My companion got there first and, after trying a few, pulled me aside. "Those sausages - they aren't very good." Oh. Well, thought I, I'll be the judge of that! I took one of his sausages and popped it in my mouth. In three words, he was right. It was really.... bad. Bitter, nasty. It had a bite to it at the end. "Yeah. You were right. That was nasty."

Bear with me, I'm getting to the point. No sooner than I said that, than two ladies came over and were talking about these little sausages: "Ooh, they're so good. So bold, so much flavor. I love how mild it is at first and then WHAM! It hit's you with the Jack Daniel's." You couldn't have staged it any more perfectly. Elder Colvin and I looked at the remaining sausages on his plate, and then looked right at each other. I asked him how many he ate "Well, probably not any more than 6." I was surprised he was able to choke down so many. It was impressive. We went over to one of the ward members who was there and asked her to try one. Sure enough, it was loaded with alcohol. In her own words "Wow! There's enough booze in those things to kill a horse!" 

Interestingly enough, I've broken the Word of Wisdom (unintentionally every time!) more on my mission than any other time of my life. Between second hand smoke, the suspicious cups of tea which investigators hand me, and then this experience, I've certainly had quite enough.

Saturday was probably the most interesting day for us. A few days before, a member told us to knock on his doctor's door, so we did. The house itself was pretty incredible, with scriptures engraved in the front steps, and window markers declaring it to be "The House of the Lord." I was impressed from the get go. We knocked. The man and his wife stepped out and were more than kind to us. They themselves were 'born again' and had been saved, but were very polite in their conversation. At the same time, they were trying to plant seeds of doubt by asking us some very anti-Mormon, anti-Joseph Smith questions. We responded to the best of our ability (when the wife pulled out how at the end of the Book of Revelations it says "Do not add to or take away from this book" and said that the Book of Mormon was an addition to the Bible, I lost my temper and totally destroyed her argument with the counter "It says specifically 'The book of this prophecy.'" and the question "So is it talking about the Bible, or the Book of Revelation only?" To which her husband said "Prophesy and Revelation mean the same thing." Yeah. The Church is true. So is the Book of Mormon. Anyway, long tangent. Back to the story.), but regardless of our kindness and our sincerity, they wouldn't have it. They both told us their (very long) stories of how they came to God, but wouldn't let us share how we know the Book of Mormon is true. When we offered to leave them one, the husband hesitated, but the wife said immediately "Oh, we have one." (Come to find out, the member who told us about them already gave them a Book of Mormon, but they gave it back two days later...) That was an annoying experience.

Right after, though, we decided to stop by Shane again. He's the gentleman who we met two weeks ago and who let us right in. He did the same this week, and sat us right down, and said "Okay, guys. What do you have for me today?" We taught him the entire message of the Restoration, to which he did the same thing as before - agreed, shared his insights, asked his own questions, and was pretty much the coolest guy ever. He asked to say the prayer at the end, and said one of the nicest things: "Thanks for bringing these guys into my life at this time when I have been asking for guidance." Oh yeah. That means the world to me.

On that note, we had a similar experience with Gretchen. At the end of our visit with her this week, she asked her son to pick somebody to pray. He pointed right at her. She had no choice. After a little bit of choking to find words (it's obvious that she hasn't prayed like this in a long time) she came out with saying "Thanks for bringing the church back to me and for letting me know that I am still remembered and loved." I'll say it again, the Church is true and for sure there is a loving God in heaven who hears the prayers, even the idle thoughts and wishes, of every one of his children.

I'll share one more story. We went over to a members house for dinner. It was a very Mormon house - lots of temple pictures, prophets, Christ, etc. Oh, and 7 kids ranging from 15 years old down to 1. With that many young kids, it was easily pandemonium in that house. So many kids making noise, banging on the table, running around, playing. Can I say this, though? That home was so peaceful. So incredibly peaceful. There was so much love and tenderness, even though the house was a mess, the kids were everywhere, it was still peaceful. The Church is true. So is the Gospel. The Spirit in that home was real, and it was there because the family loves God, Christ, and each other. I learned a lot from that experience.

Well, folks. Thanks for everything. Happy Hanukkah. Well, it was last week, but regardless...

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

So here's an interesting experience. Like anywhere in the church, there is a great structure in missions. The president has two Assistants who preside over the Zone leaders. Zone leaders steward over District leaders, who are in charge of individual companionships. As it happens, one of my Zone leaders happens to be Elder Nelson. Remember him? From way back when in Lebanon? As it turns out, he was my first companion here in PA, one who I respect very much and have always considered to be one of the best companions of my mission. Well, being District leader, I get the privlage of doing exchanges with the Zone leaders, and I got paired with good ol' Elder Nelson.

 

It was a blast, certainly one of the highlights of my week. I was only his second companion, so when we were together first, he wasn't super experienced, and I was just brand new. It was cool to see how far both of us have come. I was super impressed at how much more humble and loving he was. It made me wonder what changes have happened in me. Anyway, like many of my stories, I don't know if it means a lot to yinz, y'all, all of you, etc., but it means a lot to me.

 

A few updates. We stopped by Dave on Saturday and had a little visit. He's still really down about his whole situation. He was okay with us stopping by, but still doesn't feel ready for us teaching him and his family yet. I don't know what needs to change. But at least he's okay with us being there for them. I have a little secret, too. Don't tell him, but we're having the Young Women come by with cookies. We'll see if that helps the situation.

 

Dan is great. Actually, I think he's more in shock than anything. In his personal life, things are declining, but he's holding on to the Gospel and our visits, probably because it's the only stable thing he has to hold on to. He would appreciate being kept in mind and prayer too.

 

Cool story. So, Brian got baptized two weeks ago, and ordained last week. This past week, we came by and had a visit with his mom, who came to the baptism. She really enjoyed that experience, and at the time agreed to have the lessons with us. Well, we get there and come to find out that she had read the ENTIRE Gospel Principles manual. Holy cow. We asked her "What questions do you have?" She went off for a little bit about how she always seeks the Holy Spirit to show her what is truth and what isn't. As far as I could tell, she never told us that she found any errors in the manual. Which is to say, she believed it to be true. She did tell us, however, that she didn't like our hymns. Not much we can do about that. Well, we went on with our lesson, and get to the end, and invite her to come to church with us, seeing as she's never attended. She paused and replied "We'll see." She herself is a staunch Presbyterian, and pretty active too. I was pretty sure that was just code word for "Nope." But lo and behold, Sunday rolled around, and here she was, walking in with Brian and his wife. My jaw dropped to the floor. Better still, she seemed very happy to be there.

 

We've met a cool family, less-active. Her name is Gretchen. You don't have to have her tell you she's ex-army to see it. Everything about her says "Action." She was in Somolia, Afghanistan, all over the place. Her career had to end, though, when she had her son and she made the decision to become a stay-at-home mom. Because of her frequent moving as being part of the military, she drifted from the church. Since then, some things have happened in her life which has led her to "go to war with God", so to speak. In essence, the first time we met with her she told us that he has no intention of stepping into a church, let alone going to services, until things got straightened out. She really is great, though, and her son as well. He's super shy until he gets to know you. At that point, he starts pulling out all of his toys, shooting you with his fake guns (and he fully expects you to die a horrible death whenever he does)... it's adorable.

 

Well, we had a Ward Christmas Party this past weekend. Guess who showed up? A bunch of ladies from the Salvation Army (they were invited. Washington's Salvation Army loves the Mormons). Guess who else? Gretchen and her son! And they loved it. As it turns out, her neighbors across the hall are active members and neither they nor Grechen had any idea. But they found out, got the invite, and she came. It was a good start to the spiritual healing that will need to take place.

 

And that's about the gist. Have an awesome day, week, month, Christmas... Everything!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

My week has been like driving down a Pennsylvania road - up and down, lots of twists and turns, and bumpy the whole way. (Yeah, that's pretty much just like the roller coaster analogy - I just didn't want to be cliche.)

Monday night we had a visit with a gentleman who referred himself through Mormon.org. His name is Dan. He came to us mainly because he lacks purpose in life, he's been having marital problems, and he wants some good quality friends. He said that he talked to a friend out in Utah. I'm almost certain that her response was "Ask the missionaries! They can help!" He's a really quiet guy, a self-claimed introvert, but man, when you get him talking, everything he says is profound. We sat down with him and asked him about his beliefs. He basically quoted for us most of the points of the first two lessons we teach in Preach My Gospel. We were a little stunned, blown away even. We invited him to a meeting of a few church members the following day, which he came to. As we had our study, he participated fully, and said that he got a lot out of it. He's super sincere and asks amazing questions. And after our last visit, he told us "You know, these visits have really been helping me a lot. Really, thank you guys so much for all that you've done for me." That really blew me away too, considering we've only had three visits with him. For the sincere in heart, though, the Gospel has an incredible effect.

We had a visit with Dave, Peggy, and their daughter Hope this past week. We really wanted to focus on baptism because, while Dave and Peggy have wholeheartedly accepted the invitation, Hope hasn't been around long enough for us to invite her. She usually goes to her room when we come over. Well, this time, she stayed. We talked to her directly and invited the whole family to enter the waters of baptism. And you know what? Hope accepted! I was kinda surprised, and also kinda nervous. I don't want Hope to make a decision too hastily or because her parents want her to - I want her to choose for herself. The best way to help her would be to have them meet up with members of the ward. So we had them over for dinner at a members house and then the family went with them to the youth activities. As far as I could tell, everything was going great.

We got a call on Friday. It was Dave. He told us that his wife and daughter were the victims of a crime and that until the situation was resolved, he didn't want us to be stopping by or visiting them. I was crushed. It was a hard decision to make whether to say "No, Dave. You need the gospel now more than ever." or "Okay, Dave. Call us if you need anything." I chose the latter, expressed my love to them and that was that. So, with that being said, if you could keep that family in your prayers, I'm sure they all would be very appreciative.

Saturday was tough. Elder Colvin and I planned an amazing day. We were going to head up to a town a ways away from Washington, work there all day, and have a blast. We had tons of appointments set up, tons of backup plans and everything was in place for us to do tons of work. Alas, even the best laid plans fall through. Our first appointment canceled right as we pulled into the parking lot. Appointment after appointment fell through, backup plans were being exhausted left and right. By the time we got to our last appointment, we were exhausted. And we still had half an hour before we were supposed to be at that appointment! So, with nothing else to do, we decided to knock doors. Door 1: Nothing. Door 2: A lady putting up Christmas decorations. She took a card, but really wasn't interested. Door 3: Nothing. Door 4: A man stepped outside his house to put some mini pumpkins on his porch. We go over to talk with him and without a moments hesitation he says "Hey guys, do you want to come in and sit down?" Thinking back, that has happened to me twice so far, and both of those people were crazy. But we were desperate, so we said "Sure." and walked on in.

I was sold to the genuineness of this guy when he told us "Don't mind the mess, the wife is coming home from work soon and I want to make sure that the house is picked up. It seems as soon as I clean up the kids come and mess it all up again." A family. Nice. We sat down, and he started asking questions - What is your Church's organization like? Are you really an international organization? So wait, you believe in a prophet who speaks to God? So, you think that Jesus came to the American continent, right? Then the kicker: "Well, this all pretty much lines up with what the Bible says." YES! FINALLY SOMEBODY THAT GETS IT! We gave him a Book of Mormon right then and there, told him what he needed to do to know if it is true, said a prayer with him, swapped contact info, invited him to the Ward Christmas party, invited him to church... the only thing we didn't do is invite him to be baptized, but we'll be seeing him again for sure so I'm sure we'll get around to it.

Oh, and to top it all off, as we were about to leave he said "Oh, I'm sorry guys. I didn't ask if you wanted water or coffee or something." I love it when people do that.

So, that's the week. When I was in the middle of it, it felt pretty horrible. It was a rough week. But looking back, I can see how much the Lord has blessed us. It seems like every time we turn around, there's another blessing coming our way. It's kinda hard to see the glass half empty when you stop to count your blessings, and remember that it was the Lord who gave you the glass and the water in the first place!

I'll close with an exerpt from this past conference.

 

"They never did fall away and surrendered 'the weapons of their rebellion, that they did not fight against God any more.' To set aside cherished 'weapons of rebellion' such as selfishness, pride, and disobedience requires more than merely believing and knowing. Conviction, humility, repentance, and submissiveness precede the abandonment of our weapons of rebellion. Do you and I still possess weapons of rebellion that keep us from becoming converted unto the Lord? If so, then we need to repent now.Note that the Lamanites were not converted to the missionaries who taught them or to the excellent programs of the Church. They were not converted to the personalities of their leaders or to preserving a cultural heritage or the traditions of their fathers. They were converted unto the Lord—to Him as the Savior and to His divinity and doctrine—and they never did fall away.
A testimony is spiritual knowledge of truth obtained by the power of the Holy Ghost. Continuing conversion is constant devotion to the revealed truth we have received—with a heart that is willing and for righteous reasons. Knowing that the gospel is true is the essence of a testimony. Consistently being true to the gospel is the essence of conversion. We should know the gospel is true and be true to the gospel."  ~David A. Bednar, "Converted unto the Lord"
Have a fantastic week, everyone.
Love,
Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

P.S.

I want to add one thing, now that I'm thinking about it. Our bishop is a funny individual. He got up and gave his testimony about the Pope. He said the Pope wrote a book about Christ, how he probably wasn't white like we depict him in our paintings, that Christmas wasn't when Christ was born, but that it was more likely around Easter time, and other stuff like that which we as Latter-day Saints already know and believe. Well, as it turns out, people flipped. As he told this story, the only thing that came to mind was "So much for the infallibility of the Pope."

The point the bishop, and the Pope were trying to make is that we shouldn't focus on pictures of Jesus, we shouldn't focus on Christmas. These things are good, but they are only to point us to the true thing to worship - Christ himself. That kinda goes along with what President Monson said in his Christmas Devotional talk yesterday - Don't worry so much about the business and busyness of the season - focus it more on Christ.

Folks, it seems the lull in missionary work was only temporary; this week has been just as wild as usual. That's okay, though. If it weren't, I would be surprised.

To keep things brief, for the most part, most of the people we've been teaching are still just about the same as always. We were disappointed that Dave and Peggy didn't come to church this week, and when we visited Dave his excuse was the same: he was too tired. He didn't get to bed till really late last night and was exhausted in the morning. I pointed to the Red Bull energy drink which he had just cracked open and asked "Do you think that makes a difference?" He looked at it for a moment, looked back at me and said "Yeah, it probably does. I know they're bad for me. I should stop drinking them so late." And with that, threw his head back and downed the rest of the can. I hope that was just a dramatic flourish to show his commitment to stop drinking them. So we'll see how next Sunday turns out.

It was too bad, too, because we had a confirmation on Sunday. Yep, you read that right. And because we had a confirmation, logic dictates that we had a baptism the day before.

I mentioned a few weeks ago how Brian was super excited to be baptized, and his scheduled date was the 24th. Well, it came, he was ready and boy, was it a great day. I can only imagine how wonderful it was for him, simply because of all the cool experiences he was able to have leading up to it. Monday, we went over the whole program, and prepped him for the interview. He was so stoked. On Wednesday, President Topham came out to interview him, and they had an awesome chat. Afterward, he pulled me aside. "Elder Anderson, I know we said that Elder Medina was going to perform the baptism, but I decided I want him to confirm me. Could you be the one to baptize me?" I was stunned with delight. "Brian, nothing would make me happier."

And so, around 5:30 on November 24th, I had the pleasure and honor of raising my arm to the square and exercising the commission I have of Jesus Christ. Man, I was nervous. Right before we got into the water, I was telling him how it was going to work, how to hold his arms and everything. Brian is so chill, though. "Relax, Elder Anderson. Just say the prayer, put me under, and help me up." He was so calm and so ready, and his words definitely helped me out right then. We went in, did the deed (he did slip as I was pulling him up. My bad), and he came out laughing and smiling. The same was the case on Sunday when he was confirmed. His wife, Katrina, and several ward members told us "He's glowing. He's downright glowing." I would say Katrina was glowing too.

Brian's wife, as I said before, was a convert, missionary, and MTC teacher before she chose to stop coming to church. She then married Brian, and since then has come back to church and tried to bring him back. After our visit on Monday, she pulled us aside, and said "Elders, I want to thank you so much for what you have done for my family. You have brought me the blessing of eternity." Wow. That really put everything into perspective. In a short year, Brian and Katrina will go to the temple and be sealed. And I'm sure that will be one of the happiest days of both of their lives.

After the baptism, I had two predominant feelings: an overwhelming feeling of joy and accomplishment and a feeling of "Okay. What's next?" We didn't have anything scheduled for the the rest of our evening, so we pulled over the car, said a prayer ("Bless us that we'll be able to find someone who is praying for us to visit them"), and looked over the list of less-active members in our area. Elder Colvin pointed to a name (Joann), and we drove to the address listed. Mind you, it was starting to get dark and as we drove, the city lights began to be less and less and the wilderness started to be more and more. Before long, we were straight-up driving on a gravel road through the deep, dark woods. Our trusty GPS guided us to a area where the road ended and a few houses stood off in the distance. Unsure of what to do, we called the phone number listed, hoping that we would get a response. Nothing. With trepidation ("We're going to get eaten by a bear!" said Elder Medina), we walked down to the one house which had lights on and knocked on the door. After several moments, an Asian man came to the door. "Uhh... Is Joann here?" I was sure the answer would be no.

"Uh, yeah. She is. Who are you?"

"The Mormon Missionaries."

 A voice came from behind "Oh, let them in, let them in!" And Grandma Jo came up from downstairs and shook our hands. She introduced her son-in-law and grandchildren, showed us around her torn-up house in the middle of  a remodel, and then said "You know, I was wanting to come back to church. I was thinking I should call someone to find out when church is." Hmm... Coincidence?

Early Sunday morning, we got a call from President Topham. We were planning on having him come to visit with Isaiah later that evening, and he wanted a few details. Then, in his usual style, he told me the following:

"Elder Anderson, I have an assignment for you."

"Okay, President. What's that?"

"I'm calling you as district leader for your district."

(A district leader is a calling within the mission. The leader presides over two to four companionship's, organizes training and meetings, goes on exchange with the missionaries in his district, and interviews candidate's for baptism)

Then came the question:  "What do you think about that?"

You see, President Topham always does that. Just about any time he tells us something that would elicit an almost infinite number of thoughts and emotions all at the same time, he asks us to tell him just one. Fortunately, I've gotten past my natural inclination to say the first thing that pops into my head ("AHHHHHH") and came up with the more gracious "I would love to."

With that, I also found out that Elder Colvin with be staying here and be my companion, and Elder Medina will be shipped out somewhere else. So, hopefully (it's all still up in the air) it will just be two of us. That's the goal. 

This also means that I have the potential to be here in Washington for at least a couple more transfers. I'm happy about that.

But after that... Who knows? Time will tell.

Take care all! Have a wonderful week, and an excellent start to the holidays!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

P.S.

A few other things I am thankful for:

Molars, so I can eat delicious food.

My testimony.

Argyle sweaters

Lets add socks to that list too. I am thankful for socks.

Cell phones

Good music

CHRISTMAS!!!!!

The Spirit

Primary (we got to be part of the lesson yesterday)

And, of course, my Savior, Jesus Christ

The purpose for me writing all of this is simply so those who are preparing to go on missions can see what we talk about in some of our training meetings. It is not definitive doctrine or counsel for anyone but missionaries in my mission, perhaps even for only me. Still, I hope it will be informative to everyone who wants to know about the inner-workings of a mission. Also, after reading through my notes, I can see a lot of application to regular members of the church. So a secondary reason (or perhaps it should be the primary reason?) is to allow the Spirit to teach you something as you read those things that the Spirit touched me to write.

 

Just a quick note, before I get into the other stuff - Having a study journal has been one of the smartest things I could have done. It has been so beneficial to go back and look at my (meticulous, I almost transcribed General Conference :P) notes. I would highly recommend purchasing a high-quality notebook for you soon-to-be missionaries.

 

With the age change, a lot of new missionaries are coming out. In my mission alone, we are getting an addition of 90 missionaries, 45 of which are sisters. Why? As Elder Holland stated in a press conference "The Lord is hastening the work." However, as we have found in our mission, the areas which have many  missionaries don't necessarily have the most baptisms. So, there is little to no correlation between number of missionaries and baptisms. However, the Lord is preparing people. The example was given of Cornelius in Acts 10:1-21. He was not a Christian. But he was praying, and living a God-fearing life. He was ready for the Gospel.

The main theme of this training was Finding the way the Lord wants us to find, as part of our vision of missionary work: Find, Teach and Rescue. That phrase used to end with "Baptize," but the Brethren decided that our purpose is also to bring back the lost sheep who have wandered away. In Preach My Gospel, our purpose is defined as being to "Invite others (that is to say, everyone) to come unto Christ"

If I were to ask you to visualize the question "What does it mean to find people to teach?" you would probably think of two guys, bundled in coats in the freezing cold knocking on doors or in the city square running down people passing out pass-along cards. At least, that's what I visualize. And that isn't a bad thing - many people have been found and taught in that way. But, we are also looking for real growth - Converts who stay faithful, serve steadfastly, and obtain the blessings of the temple. How do we find people who will do that? The biggest contributing factor is member connections. If a person already has a connection with the church in some way, they will be more likely to learn and stick with it. But, in a recent Mission President's seminar, the presiding General Authority said "Unless you change the way that you find in your mission, your missionaries will never feel that sweet affirmation from the spirit that they have done the best they can." So, we were invited to ask ourselves at the end of each day "Did I find everyone today who the Lord prepared for me to find?" If we can answer "Yes," then we have done our very best and have that 'sweet affirmation' that we did all we can.

The Mission President borrowed my planner and looked at my weekly goals. Because we had no intentions of baptizing anyone this past week, the goal for baptized and confirmed was 0. "If you don't intend to baptize anyone, do you think you will?" Good question, President. He gave the example of a gentleman who served his mission and in faith felt like he needed to set a goal to baptize someone during a day when they had nobody ready to be baptized in their teaching pool. Guess what? It happened. Twice. It can happen to us, if we choose to baptize, and set a goal to reflect that choice.

Faith is the most important part of finding people to teach and, eventually, baptizing (rescuing too). If you don't believe you are going to find someone prepared for the Gospel, chances are you won't. Sad, but true. It goes for all miracles. Look at the miracles of the Savior. In a lot of cases, such as the water changing to wine, feeding the 5000, or raising Lazarus. What did Jesus do? What did the others do to help facilitate the miracle? We have a big part in the miracles which the Lord performs on our behalf, so we have to do the best we can to do our part. Like Paul said though, we aren't to take any pride to ourselves, but recognize that God allowed the miracles to happen on account of our worthiness and faith.

One thing that was emphasized: Talk with people, not to people. Talking to people is selfish and one sided. Talking with people is charitable. Another thing that came up - this Gospel message is amazing. It's incredible. And it's natural for people to want to share it, even if they haven't heard it. When it says in Preach My Gospel "Ask EVERYONE for a referral," it's serious. Do it.

 

Things to quit doing: (our mission president said some of these might shake our testimony, but they are all true)

Quit baptizing less-active people. That is to say, don't baptize people who won't stay active in the church. Get people involved and baptize them only when they are ready.

Quit praying that the Lord will give us investigators. Pray instead for the ability to recognize opportunities to share the Gospel, and whom to share it with. Quit asking the Lord to do something He is already doing.

Quit relying on active members for referrals. Instead, rely on EVERYONE for referrals.

Quit hanging out. Keep the purpose of a visit in mind, and be on time to all appointments.

Quit choosing not to baptize. Set goals to baptize, and watch the Lord bless you.

Quit relying on the Spirit for everything. In other words, don't be commanded in all things.  (Don't take this one wrong, read the quote by Elder Oaks in Preach My Gospel page 101) Instead, talk to everyone.

Quit teaching eternal investigators. If they aren't progressing or keeping commitments, drop 'em. Harsh, but true. Sometimes we hope they will eventually catch on, but what will help them catch on faster, being with the missionaries that they are used to being around, or being without the missionaries and realizing how much they miss the Spirit that they bring and the Gospel they teach.

Quit answering questions. People get hung up on the littlest things. Answering every question is not needed. The only question that needs to be answered is "Is the Book of Mormon true?" With that knowledge, everything else falls into place.

Quit scheduling time to find. Don't plan to tract. Make it a lifestyle. If you get a referral, knock on the doors nearby. If you are walking somewhere, talk to the people on the street.

Alas, as it sometimes happens, this week has been a 'regular' missionary week. Nothing weird has happened, nothing abnormal. Of course, to a non-missionary, this week would have been absolutely incredible, full of all kinds of amazing things. But when you've been out for as long as I have (Ha ha. Have I really been out for such a long time? People keep telling me that I'm a kid when it comes to mission-age), you start getting used to things.

One thing that I can say without a doubt is this has been my favorite area yet (sorry, Lebanon and Pittsburgh; I love you too. I just love Washington more). One of the biggest reasons is a man who I mentioned several months ago, when I first came to Washington. Brother Anderson, the ward mission leader. I would recommend that you go back to that entry (probably the beginning of June or something) and re-read how warm and devoted to the Lord this man is. He's got a lot of trials himself though. Being a convert to the church, his family wasn't so thrilled about it. His daughter and son-in-law (actually, boyfriend-in-law, as I came to find out. But that's too long to type) are pretty against it. Well, they put up with it, but when I first met them they specifically said "We'll sit down with you, but we won't talk about God or church or anything." And aside from that, our conversations with them have been pretty pleasant.

Well, all of that changed. Since I've been here, we've been giving service for Brother Anderson and his son-in-law. The son-in-law has been working on a house and is having the floor dropped by a few feet. Which means the concrete needs broken and the dirt underneath needs dug out (that's the way people talk out here. They forget the "to be"). We've been helping them out a couple of hours every week with the son-in-law working beside us, lighting up a cigarette to do his work, etc. Well, this week, we went over to visit Brother Anderson and have a little missionary correlation meeting. His daughter was there. Halfway through the meeting, she sat down and started talking to us, asking us questions. She divulged that she and her husband were looking for a church. And yes, they've already considered this church. But she talked about how important it was for her to be more spiritual, to actually be married to her husband, and to do things right. I talked to Brother Anderson afterward and asked if she's ever opened up like that. "No," he said. "That was an unusual event." So, the moral of this story: Service softens spirits.

All of our investigators are doing well, except Dave and Peggy. For privacy sake I won't go into too many details. This much I will say - prayers on their behalf are welcome, especially for their daughter named Hope. We were fully expecting all three of them at church, but they didn't show. So we stopped by yesterday to find Dave all alone - his wife and daughter had gone over to Grandmas for a few hours. It was probably best though, because that man needed some support. He was in a frenzy, talking about how bad his week was, flaring up in anger, cursing. In his defense, though, it was incredibly dignified, and was probably justified. We listened to him, felt his pain, and tried our hardest to comfort him. I'm confident that in that moment, the promise in the scriptures to us missionaries was fulfilled that we would be able to say exactly what needed to be said to him in the very moment that he needed it. As we started to speak and teach from the scriptures, his anger melted. He calmed down. He listened intently and was obviously touched by the spirit. Near the end of our visit, both myself and Elder Colvin felt impressed that this man needed a blessing. Like I said, for the seasoned missionary, this was a common experience. But I can say for certain that it was a miracle, a tender mercy of the Lord, and one of the most spiritual experiences I've had since coming to Washington.

That's the gist of my week. We taught a lot, we knocked several doors. We had training with our mission president. I'll write some notes about that further down for you future missionaries. There's a lot there, though, so don't feel obligated to read it all. For everyone else, though, I hope that your holiday is wonderful, that your week is pleasant and peaceful, and that those of you traveling will be safe. Take care, and be grateful!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

*knock knock knock*

 

It was the first door of the day. We were stoked, ready for a good half hour of knocking doors before our first appointment of the day. We waited with anticipation for someone to answer the door...

 

*knock knock kn-knock kn-knock*

 

Elder Colvin loved mixing up his knocks. It keeps things interesting. Still, we waited. Finally, we left a card in the door and turned around to go to the next house. Before we got too far, though, we heard a faint *click* as the glass door opened. Within moments, we were back at the door talking to a lovely old woman who apparently had no idea who we were. She picked up quickly on the fact that we're really good listeners, and launched into telling us the story of her life, her husband, the injustice that she's endured because of her Polish background, and her happy life now, living alone. We listened patiently as the time of our next appointment drew closer. Finally, she asked where I was from. "Utah," I told her, "Where the Mormons are. That's what we are, Mormons," I added.

 

"You're Mormons?!?!" she exclaimed. I braced for the worst but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. "I LOVE MORMONS!" And with that, she threw her arms around each of us, puckered up and gave us a big smack on the cheeks. We were all a little taken aback, but got her info and permission to come back. Hopefully she doesn't express her love to us the same way.

 

Isaiah was not baptized this week. Don't worry, though, he didn't go to jail. He just messed up his plea bargain a little bit, and has to have another court hearing to sort through all the details of the crime. This might turn out to be better, though, because he might get all of the charges dropped completely and not even get any probation. Long story short, Isaiah is doing great. He's a little bummed, but he's taking the whole situation very humbly and cheerfully. "I know that it's all in the Lord's timing," he told us. Wow. It's kinda hard to see someone so prepared and so willing unable to be baptized, but I know if he stays strong, he'll make it eventually.

 

Brian, on the other hand, is still pressing forward to be baptized. We taught him the Word of Wisdom this week and invited him to follow it. "Oh, yeah. I've already been doing that. I've been off coffee for a month now." This isn't the first time he's done something like this, too. Yesterday, I sat next to him in Sacrament meeting. We had a high councilor (who, by the way, was the most animated high council speaker I have ever heard in my entire life) who talked about all of the blessings he's seen in his life. When he briefly described the temple blessings, I could tell Brian was getting a little emotional. He wants nothing more than to be sealed to his wife for eternity, and nothing is getting in his way. He is so excited.

 

Dave and Peggy came to Church yesterday! And loved it! We went over to visit them earlier in the week, and they expressed their desire to come and their commitment to come this week. We've invited them for several weeks straight, but had faith that they would come, and they did! It was excellent. Right after sacrament meeting, Dave bolted to the front so he could chat with the Bishop. He was shaking everyone's hands and was absolutely thrilled to be there. Peggy, who's always been a little bit more reserved, also seemed very happy to be there. It was wonderful.

 

Aja is another investigator we've been working with. She's about 21, has an adorable young daughter, and just moved from Ohio. Actually, she was first introduced to the church by a member who works at a diner. He was taking her order, chatting with her a bit, found out that she was new to the area and looking for a church, and suggested ours. She agreed, has been meeting with us. We've had a hard time getting lessons with her, though, because either she or her daughter has been sick. So we took a different approach. Actually, it was my companion, Elder Medina, who suggested this. When we found out that Aja was sick, out of the blue he asked "Ask her if she needs any chicken noodle soup." I texted her and she replied that she actually was all out and needed it. We went, picked up some for her and brought it by. It was a small and simple thing, but I'm sure made a big difference for her.

 

Perhaps that is the more perfect way to share the Gospel - not by the great big declaration "I know that Jesus Christ restored his church," when talking to somebody I don't even know right after I knock on their door, but in the small and simple services that show what that restoration of the Gospel has done for us. For example, when Elder Walker first found Brenda (I wasn't present), he didn't offer to teach her - he offered to serve her. He helped her carry in some things from her car. Thus began a powerful friendship and trust which has grown and finally blossomed. I'm pleased to announce that Brenda did in fact get baptized - just last week. Elder Walker called me to tell me the story. He was so excited. Apparently, he and his new companion got a call from her. (She's going to kill me if she finds out I shared this story) She told them that she was sitting on the commode (that's what they call toilets out here, apparently) pondering on the scriptures when it suddenly hit her: the Book of Mormon is true. She got a testimony right then and there and agreed to be baptized. I was so happy when I found out. All those weeks and weeks of hard work, inviting, teaching, answering questions, visiting her church, finally yielded the result. And, while I didn't get to be there for the actual baptism, I know that I was able to be a vessel of the Spirit to help that woman come more fully unto Christ. And what joy does it bring!

 

By the way, this is the second time this has happened. Remember that Cambodian family in Lebanon? They got baptized a few weeks after I was transferred too. Hopefully, the trend doesn't maintain. Elder Medina gave me a big scare yesterday. The Zone Leaders called and asked to speak with him. When he hung up, he said "One of you will be emergency transferred on Wednesday. President will call and say who it is tomorrow." AHHHHHH!! But then he told me it was all a big lie. He got a big kick out of it. He's a big jokester, but I love him. I love all my companions, despite their annoying personality quirks. One thing that gives me comfort - I get on their nerves just as much as they get on mine. :D

 

Take care, all. May the spirit be with you, always.

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

Huge, mach-speed winds. Torrential rains. No power for days, flooding, trees toppling. That's what we were told to expect from Hurricane Sandy.

Yeah. We got maybe an inch of rain. And a slight breeze.

I don't want to discount from the storm at all, and especially not from the suffering of those who were more affected. My companion, Elder Medina, is from western New Jersey and has no idea how his family is faring. We're hopeful that things are okay. I'm just grateful that I'm so far inland. The weather this week has been calm, cold, and mild. Nothing compared to the devastation further east.

We've got a baptism this week. A gentleman who the missionaries have been teaching for nearly 4 months is finally getting baptized. He's so ready too; he's changed is life around, stopped smoking, been coming to church every week for those four months. He's got a few things things to work out. This Wednesday, he's going to a court hearing. He abducted his own child and possibly faces a jail sentence. Don't worry too much, though. There is a good chance that all of the charges will be dropped. So, we'll find out this coming Wednesday whether he will be baptized, or incarcerated. I've got a good feeling about it. I'm pretty sure that he'll be baptized.

Brian's been doing well too. He's been planning his own baptism ever since we invited him. He's got speakers picked out, songs, who's baptizing him, everything. When he comes to church, he announces to everyone his excitement and anticipation to be baptized. Every time we teach him, he already has a strong testimony of the things we teach. He's ready. I'm so excited for him.

The big even this week was our visit with Dave and Peggy. We invited them to come up to the church so we could give them a little tour. One of the families in the ward was there waiting for us and gave the tour. They clicked from the moment they met, and Dave and Peggy loved the whole thing. He got really excited when we showed him the Family History Center, he was super interested in Young Womens (his daughter is 13, and a little bit of a rebel), and when we got to the baptismal font, he said "I'll be in there next."

Wow. I've never had anybody ever say that to me. It was really cool. We got talking to him a little later and I asked "So, when do you want to be baptized?" Without a moments hesitation, he said "Now." His wife is just about as excited, just not as expressive about it. When the tour was over, however, they said that they've been talking about joining the church for a while, and decided that they would talk to Peggy's parents about it before coming to church, just to see what their reaction will be. I got a little nervous when they told us that, but I'm pretty certain that everything will go well. We'll be talking to them this evening, and will find out how their chat went. Hopefully, even if it went bad, they'll be able to see the truth well enough to make the right choice.

Other than that, my week wasn't too exciting. We stayed in for Halloween for our protection, but were out doing work when the actual trick-or-treating was happening on Saturday. That was frustrating. With the elections ramping up, people have been polarized, either hating us because Romney is a Mormon, or thinking that because they are voting for Romney makes them exempt from hearing our message. Regardless, people still are struggling to keep their doors open long enough for us to help them realize that our message is important and that the Gospel has been restored. We have seen a little bit of positive fallout from the election though. A member asked us to give her a Book of Mormon so she could give it to a co-worker at the Republican Party office in Washington. Her friend invited her to a cup of coffee (what a great starting point for sharing the gospel?), found out that she was a member and said "Romney is the only other Mormon I know, and he's a pretty good guy. I'd like to learn more." She actually was able to make the connection, which was great. Another brother gave a testimony at church about how many members of the church join because they saw the happiness in the lives of their friends, and wanted whatever they had.

There is so much glorious light and truth in the Gospel and in the Church. It is true. All of it. I'm so grateful to know this and to share it, in every aspect that I do. I've been told by a lot of people that this blog has been inspiring to them. Recently, I personally met one of my readers. His name is Elder Larson, and he recently came out to the mission. I was waiting to be transferred to Washington, when one of the Assistants to the President came up to me. "Hey, do you know Elder Larson?"

"...Maybe"

"Well he's been talking about you ever since we picked him up. He's been reading about you somewhere and knows everything about your mission."

Wow. I was blown away. It turns out that I didn't know this elder at all. Once he got his call to Pittsburgh, his mom went a-Googling and found my blog. He's read every single post. When we finally met in person, he started telling me about things that happened months ago, like the baptism of the Galloway girls, us teaching that exotic dancer, or having a gun pulled out in front of me. It was weird meeting one of my fans. It was also cool to see how much my experiences excited him about his own mission. I told him "All of those experiences I had? The same thing will happen to you." A few days later, another missionary said it even better. "Disciples of Jesus Christ have cool experiences." It's true. Everyone who follows Christ will have incredible experiences happen in their life. It's just one of those things that happens.

That's about all I have to share. Take care everyone. Have a great week!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

Here comes another story about food. This time, our cuisine comes from the deep south - New Orleans. Sister Southern, a less-active member in the Washington Ward, had us over for dinner. The dish: Yah-Yah Gumbo. I'm not sure if I spelled that right, but that's what she was saying over and over as huge billows of steam came billowing out of her kitchen from the great pot bubbling over her stove. She brought bowls over from the kitchen. I have no idea what I was looking at. It seemed like a smorgasbord of whatever you could imagine being in there - shrimp, sausage, crab meat, leaves of some kind (okra, I think) chunks of lemon, all in a deep brown rue. It wasn't bad. It's just another interesting thing added to the list of things eaten on my mission.

We met with Brian and Katrina again. Brian is preparing to be baptized on the 24th of November, and is so stoked. He's eating up anything that we teach him and loves it. This time, we had a short lesson and then a mini-testimony meeting. The missionaries went first, followed by Brian. He bore the most clear, simple, powerful testimony I've heard out of any of my investigators, with the exception of Michael a few months ago. He said how much he wants to be sealed; how excited he is to join the Church; how much peace the Book of Mormon gives him. It was awesome.

His wife's was just as good. She served a mission, but went less active shortly after that. We also found out that she was on a "Do not contact" list for a long time, until she moved to Washington and had the desire to come back. She told us in her testimony of how she's always had a testimony, and never imagined going less-active. It just happened. She said how disappointed she felt because of the time that she had wasted and wanted to have back. "Never turn your back," she told us. She then told of a story which I don't feel at liberty to share in full. I'll give what I learned from it. The Savior was mocked and jeered and spat upon because of his plainness of doctrine and his simple, pure love. "He is despised and rejected of men, and man of grief and acquainted with sorrows." Yet, we are invited to be like him. We are told that we need to take upon ourselves his countenance. "But what," we may ask, "What if the world starts abusing and reviling us, as they did the Savior?" It doesn't matter, because we are like the Savior. Words to ponder.

We had a really cool visit with another less-active gentleman. He was never converted. He was baptized because his aunt wanted him to, and then left the Church. He's been gone for many, many years, but knows the doctrine of the Church pretty well. In fact, he knows the doctrine of just about EVERY church pretty well. He's a serious seeker of truth, but he has no idea where to look. We sat down and he started going off about his questions, his concerns, his thoughts and ideas and theories. He basically sounded agnostic to the extreme. As I listened to, it reminded me of another man who I had read about that very morning, a man just as confused and troubled, a man who knew of the existence of God, but had no intention of worshiping. That is, until a courageous missionary taught him the truth. This missionary invited this man to kneel down and prove the Lord. And so he did. "O God," he prayed, "Aaron hath told me that there is a God; and if there is a God, and if thou art God, wilt thou make thyself known unto me, and I will give away all my sins to know thee, and that I may be raised from the dead, and be saved at the last day." Boom. He got an answer. And boy, was it a powerful one with so many incredible effects. After sharing that story with this gentleman, he got really quiet. Instead of throwing out all of his questions, he thought and pondered. We invited him to read the Book of Mormon. "Oh yeah. I'll read it. I'll read it by the next time you come by." Oh. Wow. This guy was desperate. But I'm sure and confident he will get his answer.

The problem this man has is how many doubts he has. He doubts everything. He doubts Christianity because of Constantine. He doubts Joseph Smith because of anti-Mormon literature. He doubts God because he has yet to see any sign of God caring about him. One thing that I've found so apparent while I've been on my mission is how important it is to question. Questioning finds answers. Questioning invites the Spirit to teach you. Question everything, and then fnid your answers. Most importantly, though: question your doubts. Question those things that poke against the testimony you've already gained. "So this person is telling me Joseph Smith is a fraud. Why?" "I don't agree with what the Prophets are telling me. Why? Do I really believe them to be prophets? How can I know for sure if what they are saying is true?" "This person at Church offended me. What does that mean about the Restored Gospel?"

These examples may or may not be accurate. But I know that the Church is true. Period. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Jesus Christ called another Prophet and continues to call prophets and apostles. He runs the show. This is His team. We cannot let ourselves be blinded or deceived to give up such a good gift, like those who partook of the fruit of the Tree of Life and then fell away into forbidden paths. If you have tasted of the fruit of the Gospel, do not go away from it. Stand firm and strong. If you haven't tasted of the fruit of the Restored Gospel, give it a go. I know it will give you joy beyond comparison. Search the scriptures. Ponder them. Pray. God will answer. I know it. And when questions come up, or people start jeering at you because you have tasted of the fruit or because you look like Christ, remember: Joshua 1:9.

Take care, everyone!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim

Here I am! Writing this time from Washington, Pa, a medium-sized community south of Pittsburgh. It's nice here. I'll be honest, I loved the city and especially the people there, but I'm glad to be out of it. It's much nicer out here.

Right before I left, we got to say goodbye to Brenda...again. Her husband, William, had hurt himself, so we went over to offer comfort to both of them. As usual, she seemed one step closer to baptism after our chat. It might interest all of you to know that a few days after I got here to Washington, I got a call from Elder Walker. He and his companion (who happens to be a brand new missionary, in case I didn't say so), had a question, and then he told me "Oh, yeah. Brenda. She's getting baptized on the 4th of November." I shouted out loud and punched my fist into the air. His trainee had the guts to invite her the first time he met her, and she accepted. I'll be sure to keep track of what's going on up there and let you all know.

So, Tuesday, I packed up, we hugged, said goodbye and went on our way. My two new companions are Elder Medina from Peru and Elder Colvin from Arizona. The idea behind having two companions is so I can go to the mission office, work on the mission video and hang out with the office senior missionaries while they go out and do work. Pretty clever, if you ask me. I was with Elder Medina before, and we got along great. Elder Colvin is the more quiet, sensitive type, but he has powerful testimony. With the three of us, we'll be unstoppable. Either that, or people will run away even faster. Three guys in white shirts and ties can be pretty imposing. And yes, we have had somebody run away from us already.

This area is so fantastic. I've been grinning from ear to ear ever since I got here. Since I was last here, one of the people the missionaries were teaching before has been getting ready for baptism on the 10th of November. His name is Isaiah, and it's obvious to see how his life has been changing. You can still see the remnants of his past life as a thug and gangster tattooed up and down his arms, but his spirituality makes it easy to look past them. He's been coming to church for the past three months and has been loving it - commenting in classes, being part of the ward, everything. The only thing that needs to be cleared up is a little court hearing in a few weeks, and then he'll be all clear.

The second person getting ready for baptism, Brian, was actually invited to be baptized by Elder Colvin just this past week. His wife, Katrina, served a mission, but then went less-active. She married her husband, was prompted to get back to church, got in contact with the missionaries, and it's been downhill from there. Her husband has been there for the lessons as the missionaries have been teaching his wife, and is really interested, especially in sealing. He knows that he needs to become a member to get sealed, so as soon as we mentioned it to him, he basically said, "Let's do it!" All three of us were very pleasantly surprised. When he came to church this Sunday, both he and his wife were telling everyone how excited he is to be joining the church. Man, I'm pretty sure I'm getting spoiled right now.

Here's a twist: Usually, it's the Mission President who interviews the missionaries. In fact, he did that this past week. But the day before, I got to interview the President! It was for the mission video I'm working on, but it was still kinda neat. We sat him down in front of the camera. It was obvious how nervous he was, which was kinda strange. I got to see a different side of the mission president. Anyway, the interview went smoothly, and all was well.

The interview the following day was very short, as most of my conversations and interviews with the Mission President are. I started talking before he could even ask me anything.

"President, I am so incredibly happy right now, you cannot even believe. I don't even know why, I've just been the most happy I've been all my mission ever since last Saturday, and it's still getting better. It's awesome."

"Well, Elder Anderson, That's great. So, do you have any questions for me?"

"Uhhh... President, I thought you were supposed to be asking the questions?"

I don't blame him, though. We had a good chat the day before. He had a lot of missionaries to interview. And by all means, I'm doing great, the best I've been my entire mission. I won't complain about that.

So, for you Google Maps stalkers, my new address is:

 

235 W. Chestnut St. Apt. #1

Washington, PA 15301

 

Or, if you want to send a letter, my mailbox is always welcome.

 

As for the Gospel, it's still true. So is the Church. So is the Book of Mormon. And so is Jesus Christ. He has the power to change us into better people. Once a week, we do something spectacular - we come into His house, partake of His sacrament, and remember Him. Wow. What an awesome thing. I'll close with an interesting story. This week was the primary program in the Washington ward. Church started unusually late, and after the announcements and business, the Bishop explained why - the bread for the sacrament was not there yet. In a very unorthodox move, he decided to postpone the sacrament until after the primary program.

The program was excellent and brought memories flooding back as I recalled when I did the exact same thing. I wonder if the things I sang about then meant as much to me as they do now? For example: "I feel my Savior's love in all the world around me. His Spirit warms my soul through everything I see. He knows I will follow him - Give all my life to him. I feel my Savior's love, the love he freely give me." I pondered that as I took of the sacrament and was grateful that I was able to experience that primary program right before the sacrament. It really made a big difference for me and made the entire experience all the more rewarding. I've decided that if I ever become a bishop (heaven forbid!), I would ponder on making that same decision in my Sunday meetings. Unorthodox as it is, it was really a tender mercy.

That's about all I have to say. Other than packing up all of my worldly possessions and moving, my week has been pretty chill. We'll see what the Lord has in store for me.

Take care!

Love,

Elder Alex Anderson, AKA Missionary Slim