Dalton - Don't Worry, I'll Think of Something to Write

10/21/13

Man, I felt so great about last week’s email, I don’t feel like I can write at that level this time.  Whatever. I’ve still got a pretty good batting average with awesome emails.

Ok, this week was actually really rewarding in terms of less actives.  The Pimentel family, who we found in the directory, was struggling at first.  The husband told us a while back that he only got baptized for his wife and that he never really had a testimony.  That was the reason that the wife stopped coming to church as well.  We explained the restoration to him, and I talked about the temple.  After that lesson, my companion asked me why I talked about the temple, and I didn’t have an answer for him.  I felt like I really messed up there until yesterday. Because yesterday, the husband asked us what the requirements are to be able to get sealed.  He really has been a miracle!  Since that time, they have been coming to church, and he got a job in the church employment center, which gives people time to read the Book of Mormon.  He is really changing, and I think we will get to see them get sealed.  We also met the wife’s parents, who came to church for the second time and said they want to get baptized.  Easy  money!  Now we just need to teach them, I guess.  Boy, they don’t pay me enough for what I do.

Saturday was Elder Sarria’s birthday.  I didn’t even think to crack an egg over his head, which I realize makes me a terrible companion that needs to turn a little bit more Latino.  I think I´ll buy him a deck of Uno to ease my conscience.  (By the way, the game is still called Uno here.  A little disappointing.  I wanted to play One.)

Anyway, that’s my life right now.  I feel like I’m writing an essay that needs to be longer, but I also feel too lazy to change the font size of all of the periods in this email.  I hope you forgive me. I’m having a good time, and I’m sure Magic Mountain is super boring without me.  You should all be ashamed.  Thinking you can have fun these two years.  Don’t even think about it.

Hey, love ya!

Elder Johnson