Hey family!
Good news. I have a new
companion...sort of. I'm now companions with E. Campbell...again.
Round 2 baby! I was companions with him in Chiangmai for 1 move.
Now we are zone leaders together! Super hilarious. We joked about
how we'd return to Chiangmai as zone leaders...I guess the Lord had another
area in mind.
This week was pretty
nuts. Transfers always is. Wednesday: E. Thomas had his dying
interview in the morning, so we had to be in Asoke at 8.30am. We were
late (traffic was killer). Then we had to rush back to our area so he
could finish packing. Then we had to head BACK to asoke for a zone leader
training. I was zagged out from all the taxi rides. Thursday:
Transfer meeting. craziness. We had to make sure our whole zone was
taken care of, especially the new sisters in Saphaan sung (a sister who just
finished training is now a trainer for a greenie). We were helping them
load their business in a taxi when they realized they lost the keys.
Yikes. We searched and searched. Then we searched some more.
I was getting tired of searching so I pulled E. Campbell into a room and we
prayed. Then she found them. God is in the details. Friday:
Missionary Leadership Council meeting...in asoke. We had to be there at
8.00am. Luckily a pancake, egg and sausage breakfast was provided.
Now we're talking. Basically this week was full of taxi rides and
meetings.
I have learned that taxi rides are the most draining part of missionary work. As soon as you get in that bad boy, the drowsiness seeps in like a contagious disease. When you finally bust out, you are more exhausted than before.
I have learned that taxi rides are the most draining part of missionary work. As soon as you get in that bad boy, the drowsiness seeps in like a contagious disease. When you finally bust out, you are more exhausted than before.
Today: While coming back from
lunch, I asked the taxi driver what he thought happens when we die. He
blew up. Before I asked, he was a calm human being, silent and
relaxed. The question leaves my lips and he transforms into a cyclone of
atheism. He tirades about how there is no hell or heaven because planes
have flown over the clouds and never seen heaven or God. He didn't give
us a chance to speak. So we listened to him rant from how religion was
created by man to how the government was suppressing Thai people with awful oil
prices. It was like a bomb blew up behind the steering wheel. We
got out of his cab and lost it. We laughed hysterically. I love
Thailand and the people I meet.
I know Jesus Christ
lives. He died for our sins. For our weaknesses. For our
pains. For our sorrows. He rose from the dead. I know
it. I love him for it.
Much Love family. What's
our house look like again? Do we have a home phone number?
Peace and Reese's Peanut Butter
Cups
Elder M. Riley Creer
The Only
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