Hello Family that I love...a lot.
Before I forget, I need vitamins. I could go buy some,
but they are expensive and from what I've seen they don't have one pill that
does everything. Let's face it, I'm a one and done kind of guy when it
comes to vitamins.
This week was wicked. Wicked in the sense of awesome
and sweet, not in the sense of commandment breaking (don't worry mom).
Highlight: I conducted my first baptismal interview.
Right before the interview, E. Jensen and I raced (we were
short on time) to meet this lady we met at a market. We sat with her by
her Somdam stand for about 10 minutes. We learned that she has 2
daughters that passed away already. We bore testimony that through
baptism she can see her 2 daughters again. She said if it was true she
would be baptized. It was a really short but powerful lesson. Then
we raced back to the church, marveling at what just happened.
Then the interview. Boy was I nervous. It was a
marvelous (just marvelous) experience, as Grandpa would say. I truly felt
the Spirit testify to me that this woman was ready to make a covenant with God.
She, S. Mee, was introduced to the church about 8 or 9 years ago.
She had almost been baptized multiple times but didn't for whatever
reason. She actually investigated the church the same time that S.
Somboonit did in Korat (S. Somboonit is the missionary that taught S. Mee and
has only been a member for about 2 years). After many years of learning,
she was baptized on Sunday. Woohoo.
After the interview, we met with an investigator who has
learned for a while and knows it is true but is scared to be baptized. As
we were following up on previous commitments, she said that she wasn't scared
anymore. Yes. We invited her to be baptized next month on the 12th.
She said yes. I don't know what happened that made her more sure,
less scared. I'm positive that God was and is involved. Miracles
baby, miracles.
I should have listened to my mom: We teach english
every week. To help the students have as many opportunities as possible
to be at the church we began teaching piano lessons. Last transfer, S.
Farnsworth would teach and I would help a little here and there. Then she
died (aka finished her mission). I was hoping my ลูก would be a piano
all-star. He's not. He's a cello all-star. So the
responsibility of teaching piano fell upon me. Yikes. Talk about
being unqualified. So, Mom, you were right, I should have stuck with
piano. Let's just say the class is an adventure each week.
Being a district leader is interesting. I feel like I
am learning more from my district than they are from me. I'm still trying
to figure it all out.
The language is ok these days. I understand most of
what people say unless they are a teenage girl and speak at a light-speed pace.
I can also say pretty much all that I want to say but sometimes it comes
out a little mumbly-jumbly (especially when I'm trying to talk about something
other than the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ).
More stories about my companion: His family is like
the Sound of Music family. Realtalk, they would go to Arizona each winter
and play 90 minute music shows everyday. You could say he is a
professional cello player (All I know about the cello is Yoyo Ma and Cello!
You've got a bass from School of Rock). I'm still trying to figure out if
his family ever fled across the river into Mexico after one of their shows to
escape a tyrannical regime. I'll keep you posted.
Comical Story: We needed to eat dinner and we needed
groceries. We decided to go check out this place called Foodland which
would offer both. We jumped on our backs and were off. We rode and
rode and rode. Then we rode some more. We finally hit a massive
road with tons of traffic. We needed to cross it. So we carried our
bikes over a pedestrian bridge. Then we weaved our way through traffic
and finally reached the land of food. It's disappointingly small.
Nuts. We did some shopping, E. Jensen wanted to get all these
veggies and stuff while I kept looking at the snack aisle with a longing heart.
He bought some green stuff and I bought a piece of heaven disguised as a
Honey Bunches of Oats box. Imported...the good stuff...yeah baby.
We also got a giant roll of paper towels for the house. We pay for
our goods and walk out to our bikes and realize we need to bike our loot home.
I'm starting to think, "This was a horrible idea." The
paper towels don't fit in my basket, so E. Jensen ties them to his back ghetto
style. We load up my basket with the other business and head off into the
night. After fighting our way through the traffic we flipped a U and
headed home, looking like a bunch of goons. Was it worth it? The
jury is still out. But my breakfast these past couple days has been top
notch.
Well that is the word from the Bkk. I love you all.
You are the best. Katie, congrats on your job and finishing your
classes. You are pretty much the coolest sister I have. Jeremy good
luck on your tests, I'd send you my lucky orange socks but I don't think they
would get there in time so I'll just keep you in my prayers. Sam, how are
the ladies? any progressing investigators?
Dad, I love my childhood. I look back and have awesome
memories of playing catch by that giant tree in Zion's, you telling me to hit
the jets as I ran down a soccer field sideline, you zooming down Dreadnaught at
Hogadon as Sam and I watched in awe, and you sitting in a tiny plane strapped
to a strange man about to jump out at 10,000 feet with me. I'd say you
and mom are sponsored parents. Mom, Oatmeal is ok...as long as it has
lots of sugar.
I love you.
Elder M. Riley Creer
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