Dear family, HELLO!
Wow, this week went by really fast but we had a pretty good one. I got my new companion tuesday and he is a great guy, his name is elder Cardona. He is a way good elder and has 20 months in the mission, we are learning a lot from eachother.
This week was good/bummer, we found more new investigators this week than we did all last month BUT not one came to church which just means we have to work a whole lot harder. On the upside, I lost my memory card with the last six months of pics on it a few weeks ago but good ol cardona found it this morning. I proceeded to teach him what a "fist bump" was.
It has been raining super hard for the last two days which is good according to the high counselor in my ward who's parting words of advice were "dont worry about tracting in the rain. the more days you work in the rain, the prettier your wife will be" I HOPE THATS TRUE because it has rained for the last 16 days here. I was reading in third nephi where it talks about how the wise man built his house upon the rock and the foolish man on the sand. I sure hope our house is on some good rock.
Not much happened this week but more than anything I had a way good week of studying. I found some really awesome stuff I want to share with you all. The first is a quote that the jazz bear left after he came to Lehi last year he said "Remember, you can always tell the character of someone by how the treat someone who cant do anything for them." which I really like.
The second is a quote for all of you who have been members for a long time, Howard W. Hunter said "A great indicator of ones personal conversion is the desire to share the gospel with others. For this reason the lord gave an obligation to every member of the church to be a missionary...thus all of us are to 'remain steadfast...in bearing testimony to all the world of those things which are communicated unto us'(D&C84:61)"
The last thing I want to share is a poem elder packer shared a few years back called the touch of the masters hand that goes something like this.
'Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer
Thought it scarecly worth his while
to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile
"what am I bidden, good folgs" He cried,
"who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar"; then, "two" "only two?"
two dollars and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, once three dollars, twice; going for three-" but no,
From the room, far back, a gray haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow
then wiping the dust from the old violin,
and tightened the loose strings
he played a melody pure and sweet
as a caroling angel sings,
the music ceased, and the auctioneer,
with a voice that was quiet and low,
said, "what am I bid for the old violin?"
and he held it up with the bow.
"a thousand dollars and who'll make it two?
Two thousand and who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice
and going, and gone!" said he
the people cheered but some of the cried,
"we dont quite understand
what changed its worth" swift came the reply:
"the touch of a masters hand."
and many a man with life out of tune
and battered and scarred with sin
is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
much like the old violin.
a "mess of pottage" a glass of wine,
a game-and he travels on.
He's "going" once, and "going" twice,
He's "going" and almost "gone":
But the master comes, and the foolish crowd
never can quite understand
the worth of a soul and a change thats wrought
by the touch of the masters hand."
Thought it scarecly worth his while
to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile
"what am I bidden, good folgs" He cried,
"who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar"; then, "two" "only two?"
two dollars and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, once three dollars, twice; going for three-" but no,
From the room, far back, a gray haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow
then wiping the dust from the old violin,
and tightened the loose strings
he played a melody pure and sweet
as a caroling angel sings,
the music ceased, and the auctioneer,
with a voice that was quiet and low,
said, "what am I bid for the old violin?"
and he held it up with the bow.
"a thousand dollars and who'll make it two?
Two thousand and who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice
and going, and gone!" said he
the people cheered but some of the cried,
"we dont quite understand
what changed its worth" swift came the reply:
"the touch of a masters hand."
and many a man with life out of tune
and battered and scarred with sin
is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
much like the old violin.
a "mess of pottage" a glass of wine,
a game-and he travels on.
He's "going" once, and "going" twice,
He's "going" and almost "gone":
But the master comes, and the foolish crowd
never can quite understand
the worth of a soul and a change thats wrought
by the touch of the masters hand."
Have the best of weeks,
Elder Draper
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| Snow on the Cofre De Perote |
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| Elder Alanis and the angry goat of naolinco |
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| Some awesome guy on the tracks |
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| Some worms I ate last week (not really mom) |
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| Victor and his esposa |
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| Last Picture with Elder Gontes |
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