This last week in [Name Withheld] we had over fifteen lessons fall through; although we did get five new investigators. It really was a interesting and unexpected week. It all started off with getting six gallons of milk from a member. How on earth can to guys drink six gallons of milk in a week and a half?? I still do not know. We are currently on gallon three and we have less then a week before it goes bad. If any of you have any ideas about using a lot of milk fast let us know. Anyway, we had a very spiritual lesson with this investigator named [Name Withheld]. We watched the restoration dvd, then we talked about it. There were lots of distractions like phone calls, kids screaming, and cockroaches crawling all over the place. Towards the end it got very spiritual. Story time... So, Saturday we talked to this guy [Name Withheld]. He told he believed in lots of church's, so we started talking to him about our church and how it was organized. I don't know what happened next, but some how we got on the subject of marijuana.? He pretty much told us that he at one point was a marijuana dealer. He is currently working in the food business. He pretty much told us that his life goal was to go out west and be a marijuana farmer. I really don't know why he told us all that he did, but he did. He has some crazy beliefs. I don't really know how we are going to proceed but, that's [Name Withheld] for you! Yesterday we had stake conference in the [Name Withheld] stake. It was the second stake conference in my mission. Go figure why I have only had two. So, we had Elder Arnold of the seventy come and speak as well as the temple president of the [Name Withheld] temple. Elder Arnold talked a lot about families and about all of his experience that he has had. He really focused on blessing associated with tithing. It was a very good talk. He also told us a story about spending all day in the temple well the temple was close. He prayed about an answer to a question. It took all day to apparently to get the answer. The temple president talked about obviously, temple attendance. That was pretty much my week! If you have any questions or clarification Let we know.
Have a super duper week!
Sincerely , Elder [Name Withheld]"
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/29/2016 02:12PM by Elder Berry.
I wonder if Elder Arnold is Merv Arnold. I grew up with his daughter, who is my age. Merv is a nice enough guy, although he did try to pressure my brother into joining the LDS Church because "your friend so-and-so would really like for you to be a member!"
I'm related to him through marriage, and I wouldn't describe him as a "nice enough guy". He may have been one when he was younger, but I guess TSCC has a way of destroying good people.
I haven't interacted with Merv in probably 20 years. He coached my softball team when I was in Bonnet Ball. I never did fit in entirely with his daughter and her friends, though. Since I was non-Mormon I wasn't good enough, unfortunately.
rubi123 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I haven't interacted with Merv in probably 20 > years. He coached my softball team when I was in > Bonnet Ball. I never did fit in entirely with his > daughter and her friends, though. Since I was > non-Mormon I wasn't good enough, unfortunately.
"...fifteen lessons fall through; although we did get five new investigators."
This sounds like every single week of my mission. We'd start with a bunch of second discussions scheduled, they'd ALL fall through, and we'd end up knocking doors and teaching a bunch of first discussions, repeat, repeat, repeat...
I would have made some squeaky cheese with it. All it takes is salt, and lemon or lime juice and a big pot. I'm thinking the big pot was the hardest thing to find on a mission. If you have some yogurt or buttermilk for live cultures it works better.
Cheese cloth = companions clean garmie top. (soak it in bleach first). I always had bleach because of all the whites to wash.
Cheese press = BoM's and some big rocks. You can also replace the BoM's with the area book if they are too small. The next set of missionaries can wonder about the smell.
I grew up milking a cow and making cheese. We used to press the curds in an old lard press and then store it in the fridge for a month or two until it lost the squeak.
When my mother made me do it, I heavily salted the exterior to keep the mold off (and because I liked the taste). It pissed her off because salt made her swell up like a puffer fish. I told her I milked the cow and made the cheese so tough luck. I got backhanded across the face for that one.
60 lbs of meat... Salt + Sun over a screen = jerky.
In order to make the screen you just need two sticks and your companions garmie top again (extra bleach). You can find the sticks at the local park.
Rigging a smoker box out of your companions hard-sided suitcase is also possible for extra flavor.
...to just give some of the milk to other missionaries, members, or some poor family. Two young men shouldn't be drinking that much milk in that short amount of time.
I doubt it. Great idea though he should have thought of that when he got the milk. He should be an expert at giving milk away as a missionary of The Lord of milk before meat.
What happens when you try to receive inspiration at the temple is that when the the ceremony isn't demanding your attention (you're supposed to be listening to it, right?), the cantankerous, curmudgeonly temple workers are trying to get you to "move it along" to make room for the next patrons.
Yes. You get like 5-10 minutes before an old fart is hurrying you along so the next batch of Celestialites can enjoy God's waiting room. He probably had to do sessions all day long to get a solid hour in the waiting room to get God's answer.
"There were lots of distractions like phone calls, kids screaming, and cockroaches crawling all over the place. Towards the end it got very spiritual."
I just loves me some spiritual cockroaches. Cockroaches, you know, can make or break a relationship.
And once again you get a vision of who the missionaries are reduced to teaching these days--not the golden income-earning father with well-bred wife and towheaded little children. Hey, it's hard out there, and the missionaries will take what they can get. I wonder how the whole "male with leadership potential" thing is going.
Incidentally, in the USA the common breed of household cockroaches are called "German cockroaches." Why do you guys blame it on the Germans? Germans? Really?