Gooood morning Vietnam...I mean, Colorado. This is Elder Z.S.Weber, reporting in once again from Erie, Colorado, with a quick report on how life is going here in the Colorado Fort Collins Mission. This week has been an exciting—yet tiring—six days since the last email I shot out to y'all last Tuesday. We've fought against the blistering heat, the buffeting wind, and the shrill-voiced TIWI's, yet we've still managed to have a great week, one that was worth the report. So, without further ado, here's Week 55, and the epicness that ensued.
So, starting on Wednesday, Elder Hale and I got a call from our Zone Leaders, asking (cough cough requesting cough cough) us to go out on exchanges with them. Elder Hale ended up going to their Young Single Adult Ward over by the college with Elder Moala, while I stayed in the Coal Creek Ward with Elder Pratt. Because we hadn't had much time to prepare for the Exchanfe, and because we were already short on our list of investigators, I decided we should go out tracking. Much to my surprise, we were able to actually have some very pleasant conversations, and aptly hand out a few copies of the Book of Mormon.
Then, that evening, we got another chance to teach Sophia and her family. This time, the lesson was on the Gospel of Jesus Christ—you know, Receive Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, Repent, be Baptized, Receive the Gift if the Holy Ghost, and Endure to the End. It went fairly well, but whenever I felt that I had covered one of the topics in the discussion well, and felt that we could move on to the next point, Elder Pratt would jump in and cover everything is already said, and then add some if the deeper details. It irritated me a bit, but we were able to get through the lesson just fine, without any really bad hiccups or concerns.
Moving on, on Thursday we exchanged back with our previous companions. But before we could do that, we had service at EFAA to get to. Last week, we had pruned several bushes, so we had piles of dead branches to take to the dumpster and a giant bush stump to dig out of the ground. It was rough work, but with six hands to work together, we were able to gather all of the dead branches together and toss them away. Meanwhile, Elder Pratt pretty much handled the stump on his own, digging it up and tearing it out like it was nothing. With that done, we closed shop for the day, bid each other a good evening, and headed back out to continue our days.
Other than that, however, the rest of the week wasn't all that exciting. Though the work is still moving, it's still taking a while before we'll be at full speed. But, for now, the work we've got is good. Just this morning, I received an email from my sister Becky, who told me about a friend of mine who shared a story to relate to the struggles of the mission work. I hope he doesn't mind if I share that same story here.
So, starting on Wednesday, Elder Hale and I got a call from our Zone Leaders, asking (cough cough requesting cough cough) us to go out on exchanges with them. Elder Hale ended up going to their Young Single Adult Ward over by the college with Elder Moala, while I stayed in the Coal Creek Ward with Elder Pratt. Because we hadn't had much time to prepare for the Exchanfe, and because we were already short on our list of investigators, I decided we should go out tracking. Much to my surprise, we were able to actually have some very pleasant conversations, and aptly hand out a few copies of the Book of Mormon.
Then, that evening, we got another chance to teach Sophia and her family. This time, the lesson was on the Gospel of Jesus Christ—you know, Receive Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, Repent, be Baptized, Receive the Gift if the Holy Ghost, and Endure to the End. It went fairly well, but whenever I felt that I had covered one of the topics in the discussion well, and felt that we could move on to the next point, Elder Pratt would jump in and cover everything is already said, and then add some if the deeper details. It irritated me a bit, but we were able to get through the lesson just fine, without any really bad hiccups or concerns.
Moving on, on Thursday we exchanged back with our previous companions. But before we could do that, we had service at EFAA to get to. Last week, we had pruned several bushes, so we had piles of dead branches to take to the dumpster and a giant bush stump to dig out of the ground. It was rough work, but with six hands to work together, we were able to gather all of the dead branches together and toss them away. Meanwhile, Elder Pratt pretty much handled the stump on his own, digging it up and tearing it out like it was nothing. With that done, we closed shop for the day, bid each other a good evening, and headed back out to continue our days.
Other than that, however, the rest of the week wasn't all that exciting. Though the work is still moving, it's still taking a while before we'll be at full speed. But, for now, the work we've got is good. Just this morning, I received an email from my sister Becky, who told me about a friend of mine who shared a story to relate to the struggles of the mission work. I hope he doesn't mind if I share that same story here.
An old man was walking along the beach, a early in the morning, and he came across the figure of someone, who looked like he was dancing. As he approached he say a young man picking up starfishes from the shore and tossing them into the ocean.
"What are you doing?" Asked the old man.
"The sun is almost up, so the tide will be going down soon. I'm throwing in the starfishes before they die." He explained.
"There are countless starfishes that line this shore, for miles! You can't possibly make any difference." The old man argued. The boy bent down and picked up a single starfish, throwing it back in, past the crashing waves, and then turned to the man.
"It made a difference to that one."
I might never see how far my work goes...but as long as I spend my life serving God, I will be happy, and I will make a difference. It may just be a single drop in an entire ocean, but it's one drop that wasn't there before. In the sacred name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Amen.
—Elder Z.S.Weber
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