You will be happy to know that our zone conference
last month was about hurricane preparedness and physical health. So I'm
set on hurricanes. Not really, but trying to be. We each have two gallons of
water and a seventy two hour kit of food. I have to somehow get a spare set of work
clothes to store in a readily available place in case we have to grab and go,
but I wear all my clothes. I don't have spares! I need to buy and extra Tshirt
and some shorts in the very near future. I've been saying that for the past two
months. I'm also pretty set on what bugs to stay away from. The worst of the
worst is the brown recluse spider. I couldn't look at the slides without
passing out, but their bites are the worst looking things I've ever seen. My
fear of arachnids are justified, though, so you can stop teasing me.
Oh yeah, I did have one super important thing to tell you.
If you ever get the chance to feed missionaries ever again (and tell your
friends this): DON'T FEED THEM BAKED PASTA. Especially lasagna. Oh my goodness,
I'm completely lasagnaed out. We get lasagna about fifty percent of the time.
Yes, that's only once in two dinner appointments, but consider this: We get fed
about six days a week. We get lasagna three days a week. It gets old. Really
fast. I mean, I came to Louisiana, the only place in the country with genuinely
unique local cuisine, and I'm being fed Italian? All the time? HELLLLOOOOO!
Where's the gumbo? I still haven't had jumbalaya or etouffee. You've got to be
kidding me. And that statistic should not imply to you that the rest of the
time we are getting Louisiana cooking. Nope. That's when we get the salad,
rice, and chicken. Mormon style. Cause that's how Mormons fly, I guess.
Uh... we had the area seventy come and bear his testimony
yesterday. That was really a thrill. He talks like a Baptist preacher. I would
love to hear him in General Conference! He spoke after all the other crazy
testimonies. Fast and testimony is really something else down here. Half the
people are regular BYU grad types, and the other half are converts of a few
years. Now, given Louisiana's poverty rate, and given that the rich people here
are Catholic while the poor are protestants, we don't have many (or ANY)
converts who aren't a bit... special. We get wives rebuking their husbands for
not listening, we get people demanding welfare, and then there are the people
who still think they're Catholic. Wow. Louisiana is a different world.
I wanted to ask you, Dad, if you could send along some
mission stories. I know you've told me some in the past, but I feel as though I
don't have much to share or consider when I'm having a hard time. People here
are hard to get motivated, and I'd just as soon let them stay put. In most
situations I can't honestly say that I know what Christ would do. I don't know
how to get people to church, and I don't know how to get them to listen. It
feels as though all we are are an extra pair of ears for them to rant to, and
we don't get a word in. That's not what I'm here for!
Oh well, we're sticking with members anway. We're working
mostly with less actives and people on the 555 list. We don't have any
progressing investigators at all.
I gotta go. We have a lot to do today. Talk to you next
week!
-Magen
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