Hello to you all! (Notice I didn't say y'all)
It has been and interesting week here in Mobile. I'll see if I can go over the highlights of the week and as always, I don't have much time.
On Tuesday I was on an exchange with Elder L, our district leader. We did some really good stuff and we also did a lot of tracting since a large portion of our appointments fell through. We didn't mind and we made the best use of our time. I got pretty good scores on my little exchange report thing so that was good. Not perfect fives, but fours and fives. So I passed! (Are you proud of me Mom?) For dinner that night I made a really good corn chowder and it was ridiculously cheap. It was about $5 for the pot and that fed two missionaries. It was really good too.
Our day on Wednesday didn't turn out as expected. I made some scrambled eggs for Elder L but he had already eaten so I had a large plate of scrambled eggs. We traded back and our plan was to go to Prichard. We usually go with a member since missionaries have gotten mugged in that area before and it's apparently the "crib of the 'hood" whatever that means. The member cancelled since something came up so we were back to square one. We did do some good stuff. We taught C the restoration and that went fairly well.
I ate something I don't think I ever have before on Thursday. I ate a whole chicken. We went over to the C's house for dinner and they gave us whole cornish hens! It wasn't as big as a chicken but it was still about the size of a football. That's a lot of chicken. There's a fun restaurant down here called Zaxby's that we went to for lunch. They sell chicken fingers. That's pretty much it. They sell milkshakes and fries as well but their main focus is chicken fingers. Elder O and I talked about how well a Zaxby's franchise would do out in the west. I think it would do well. We managed to see the B's who we've been trying to talk to for several weeks. They kept rescheduling on us and finally we got in. They're a really nice family and we had a nice chat and invited them back to church.
I scrubbed some pretty nasty stuff on Friday. It was gross. We were cleaning up some stuff and found petrified... something underneath a burner on the stove. I think it was mostly grease at one point but I don't think it was anymore. It was about a quarter of any inch thick and was about the consistency of granite counter top. It ripped paper towels to shreds and all purpose cleaner just got it wet. Elder O and I then decided to break out the big guns. We found a large bottle under the sink called "mean green". It had green translucent liquid in it. We poured some it on the grease and slowly it began to break it up. It took about 30 minutes to clean it all up. I had to wear gloves because the mean green stuff told me to wear gloves when using this product. For dinner that night we were taken out by the B's who took us to this place called "the shed". When we arrived it looked like a shed. A large shed, but a shed. It had corrugated aluminum siding all over the walls and just junk affixed all over the place. It was just really interesting. They had some really good barbecue and it was actually a nice restaurant inside. I had pulled pork. I grabbed a menu which was printed to look like it was hand scribbled on a piece of cardboard. It was cool. We had some really good conversation with Sister B about some of the less actives that she's working with and what we can do to help.
We were up bright and early on Saturday so we could be at the stake center in Theodore at 7 o'clock. The M's picked us up and took us to the bishop's storehouse and we helped out with distributing things (Grandma and Grandpa I saw the canned peaches and thought of you). It took a few hours but we got everything done. We went out for Subway after with the M's. We had some good visits with some less active members as well as some investigators.
I had to give a talk in Sacrament meeting on Sunday. I actually completely forgot about it until the morning of. Luckily PEC was cancelled due to the time change and I had some time to prepare. The topic was "my purpose as a missionary". I think I did a pretty good job so it went well. I'm still working on my public speaking skills. We went over to the L's (Sister L grew up in Corvallis) and had dinner which was really good. They made us fried fish and uber potatoes. I actually enjoyed the fish which was strange because I usually don't like fish. We tried to visit several other people but most weren't home. We did manage to contact a less active member that we've been trying to catch for a few weeks now so that was really good.
The pictures are from lunch one day. We had a large bag of roasted peanuts that a member gave us since she owns a peanut shop. We shelled the large quantity of peanuts into a bowl (first picture). It took about 45 minutes to shell all the peanuts. Then Elder O tried to spell his name with the peanuts but he ran out of peanuts (second picture). It was pretty funny.
Sorry I don't have many pictures. I didn't take many this week.
I love and miss you all.
Elder Matthew Carlson
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Monday, March 12, 2012
Things Just Keep Rolling Along
Location:
Mobile, AL, USA
Friday, January 6, 2012
The Pink Letter
We received this wonderful hand-written letter from Matthew today on bright pink paper.
Hello Family!
As you can see by the lateness and pinkness of the letter, things are a tad bit crazy. I'm in Douglas right now. In their kitchen. With a bowl of candy. It's deliciously bad for me. Elder H and I are having one last conversation. He's really become a really good friend. We're talking about missions and the Atonement. Two of our favorite topics. I'm sad that he's leaving but to every end there is a new beginning.
You have hopefully read my email [the previous post] and read a little bit about what's going on. Unfortunately, my email was deleted and never sent so you received the abridged/condensed version.
But the cool experience I mentioned in my email is this:
We were out on our bikes and stopped at a less active member's house. We knocked on L's door but he didn't answer. We called and reminded him of our appointment but it went to voice mail. We looked at our planners for backup plans but we felt like something was off about our plans. We decided to pray and afterwards we decided to tract the street to the left. Tracting is something we don't do often if at all. Members are much more effective. Missionaries in the past have tracted it over 4 or 5 times. So we tracted. We tried 3 or 4 houses and then knocked on the last house. They invited us in and we taught the Restoration. It was just an awesome lesson. I was a little thrown at first as I'm not used to just "Lesson! Go!". Usually we have appointments and I can prepare mentally. But once we started teaching I was fine. We answered a lot of their questions, gave them copies of the Book of Mormon, and gave them pamphlets. It's just up to them to act on. I prayed about them and I feel good about them. It was two guys. W and D. They were in Alma at their relative's house for the holiday. As they said themselves, this was the perfect time for come and really the only time to come. Hopefully they'll find the Atlanta Elders. But it was cool to see how much the Spirit really plays a role in the work we do. The rest of the week was very low key. Not many lessons or any new investigators :-(.
I did almost have a tree fall on me. We were at Sister W's. We were chopping down trees that day and had cut down 3 or 4. Sister W was chopping another down as we had taken a break on a nearby log. She took a break as it was a very thick oak tree (very hard). It was very close to being chopped down. As she was resting, we heard a loud crack and creaking. The tree started to move. I looked up and noticed the tree was getting closer. It was falling. Towards me! Sister W, realizing our impending squishedness, cried out with a loud voice of warning. Her cry of "ooooo! OOOO! OOOO!" rang in our ears as we jumped up and out of the way. It landed where we had just been sitting mere seconds previous. She later explained that she had been trying to say "move" but due to the sheer panic of almost squishing the Elders, she could only make out "OOO". We had a good laugh about it.
Love,
Elder Carlson
Hello Family!
As you can see by the lateness and pinkness of the letter, things are a tad bit crazy. I'm in Douglas right now. In their kitchen. With a bowl of candy. It's deliciously bad for me. Elder H and I are having one last conversation. He's really become a really good friend. We're talking about missions and the Atonement. Two of our favorite topics. I'm sad that he's leaving but to every end there is a new beginning.
You have hopefully read my email [the previous post] and read a little bit about what's going on. Unfortunately, my email was deleted and never sent so you received the abridged/condensed version.
But the cool experience I mentioned in my email is this:
We were out on our bikes and stopped at a less active member's house. We knocked on L's door but he didn't answer. We called and reminded him of our appointment but it went to voice mail. We looked at our planners for backup plans but we felt like something was off about our plans. We decided to pray and afterwards we decided to tract the street to the left. Tracting is something we don't do often if at all. Members are much more effective. Missionaries in the past have tracted it over 4 or 5 times. So we tracted. We tried 3 or 4 houses and then knocked on the last house. They invited us in and we taught the Restoration. It was just an awesome lesson. I was a little thrown at first as I'm not used to just "Lesson! Go!". Usually we have appointments and I can prepare mentally. But once we started teaching I was fine. We answered a lot of their questions, gave them copies of the Book of Mormon, and gave them pamphlets. It's just up to them to act on. I prayed about them and I feel good about them. It was two guys. W and D. They were in Alma at their relative's house for the holiday. As they said themselves, this was the perfect time for come and really the only time to come. Hopefully they'll find the Atlanta Elders. But it was cool to see how much the Spirit really plays a role in the work we do. The rest of the week was very low key. Not many lessons or any new investigators :-(.
I did almost have a tree fall on me. We were at Sister W's. We were chopping down trees that day and had cut down 3 or 4. Sister W was chopping another down as we had taken a break on a nearby log. She took a break as it was a very thick oak tree (very hard). It was very close to being chopped down. As she was resting, we heard a loud crack and creaking. The tree started to move. I looked up and noticed the tree was getting closer. It was falling. Towards me! Sister W, realizing our impending squishedness, cried out with a loud voice of warning. Her cry of "ooooo! OOOO! OOOO!" rang in our ears as we jumped up and out of the way. It landed where we had just been sitting mere seconds previous. She later explained that she had been trying to say "move" but due to the sheer panic of almost squishing the Elders, she could only make out "OOO". We had a good laugh about it.
Love,
Elder Carlson
Location:
Douglas, GA, USA
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