Enduring to the EndWritten by admin on July 26th, 2010
Well the good news is I’m still alive. The bad news is I’m hungry and I haven’t eaten lunch yet. But the good news is that McD´s is just around the corner and I have a coupon for an extra cheese burger with the purchase of any combo. Yeah, free food! Well, it’s free after I buy something anyway. Close enough. Some people would call that a random way to start a letter; I, however, call it a most excellent ice breaker.
Ok now on to business. So this week was a pretty average week, and by average I mean frustrating. We have this one family that we are teaching that is really cool; the dad´s name is Jose and the mom is Elida—my last hope if I want to be able to baptize a family on my mission. Everything was going well until…you guessed it…it stopped going well. Yesterday, literally all of Elida´s family went over to her house and chewed her out for wanting to get baptized and they were all basically telling her that joining the church would be the worst possible thing she could do. Then they took her away to some other relative’s house so that they could “unbrainwash her” and I haven’t seen her since. So that was bad. We also had a few people not come to church who were supposed to, so they are not going to get baptized until after I go home. It’s sort of strange for me to teach people and basically say, “Look, you can still push for a baptism date on the 17th of August; I mean, I won’t be around to see it, but even so it’s still important that you get baptized”.
This week we also did a couple of interchanges with some elders in my zone, both of whom were being seriously lame and needed a good kick in the back side and a stern talking to, and I was more than willing to give them both. President told me straight up when I came to this zone that I was here because there are some elders who are not doing what they should and he wants them fixed; so I’ve been trying to do just that. The problem is that I can’t be there looking over their shoulder constantly making sure they do what they should. Now I know how President Gamboa feels running an entire mission, and how you guys felt trying to raise me. It all makes so much more sense now.
So apart from preparing the zone to carry on without me, I’ve also been preparing my suitcases so that I don’t have to carry so much stuff back to Texas. It took me a good 5 hours to get all the stuff sorted out and put back in its place. The problem is that every time I had changes, I always just threw everything in and told myself I would sort out the garbage in my next sector. I never did get around to that though—until now. And man did it take a long time to figure out what I want to keep and what I will be throwing away or giving away. I have by no means finished packing; I just thought it would be wise to start now because I wasn’t sure how long it would take to get my stuff ready, and I didn’t want to be up all night the night before packing. So that’s pretty much my life these days—getting ready to leave, beating up on my zone, and feeling frustrated with my program. The other night I was thinking to myself, “Seriously? Is it really going to be this hard right up until the end of my mission? Can’t God just cut me a little slack at the end and let these people get baptized without any major difficulties? I’ve tried to be good and I know I’m not perfect, but can’t He just throw me a bone now that I’m at the end?” But then I remembered that it isn’t Gods plan to make me work hard for two years, and then for the last two weeks pat me on the head and tell me, “Good enough you can go out to play now,” and send me on my merry way. Nope, it doesn’t work that way; my tag still says “Elder Walke” and I’m still set apart as a missionary, so I have to keep on keepin’ on no matter how close or how far away my release date is.
Ok, well, now that that lovely little sentiment is out of the way, I’ve got to go. McD´s is calling my name. Have a great week guys!