"I am called of God. My authority is above that of the Kings of the Earth. By revelation I have been selected as a personal representative of the Lord Jesus Christ. He is my master and He has chosen me to represent Him, to stand in His place, to say and do what He Himself would say and do if He were personally ministering unto the very people to whom He has sent me. My voice is His voice, my acts are His acts, my words are His words, my doctrine is His doctrine. My commission is to do what He wants done, to say what He wants said, to be a living, modern witness in word and deed of the divinity of this Great and Marvelous Latter-Day work. How great is my calling!"
-Bruce R. McConkie

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Okay, so here's all the typical information you want about my area, Dad. It's actually not a ward. It's a branch. Apparently there are more than enough members to make a ward, but none of them are active. They got really close to becoming a ward a while ago, but then a bunch of drama happened, people got offended and stopped coming, and the attendance in the ward took a huge hit. We've kind of got a lot on our plate right now, but the branch president was so happy when he heard that sister missionaries were being put back into the area that he started crying. He has been praying that the mission would do that. We live in Stafford. It is the most southern part of the mission. Our area is ENORMOUS. It took us about an hour to drive to the relief society president's house. And that isn't even scratching the surface of it's size! It's actually the same area where they had the scout jamboree. It's really pretty down here. There are a lot of fields and I saw some cows for the first time in my mission the other day:) It was just like home. The hard thing, though, is that there are hardly any hispanics here. It is a rare occasion that you run into them in the streets. Our finding techniques basically consist of doing something called Haines Listing. It's a reverse address look-up where we type in a street name, write down the house numbers that have hispanic names recorded and then go knock those doors. I feel a lot like a detective sometimes...or a stalker...whichever you prefer. There is a Wal-Mart nearby, but it's not a supercenter. That's actually not a strange question. We didn't have a Wal-Mart in my area in Bella Vista. I got really excited when we walked into this one for the first time. I was actually really confused and got lost. Haha. What do you expect after going 8 1/2 months without seeing one? I haven't gotten your newsletter yet, but I'm sure it should get here today or tomorrow. Thanks for writing to me. Yours are about the only letters that I have to look forward to. I'm praying for you all and know that you are doing the same for me. Thank you! I love you! Have a good week.

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