Homecoming Talk

Elder Jeppson delivered his homecoming talk on May 13, 2012 (Mother's day). Click here to download the audio (you may also just click play below to hear it)



They say they save the best for last, but I think it was reversed this time. Thank-you Scott, that was a very good talk.

So, before we begin, there is a little story I would like to share. It starts at 4:30. It starts the Wednesday before last [May 4]. I was released and then came back. I came home for approximately ten hours. Just enough time to throw all of my stuff in the basement, pack up again, and then leave right after. It was ridiculous. We went to Virginia to witness my nephew's baptism. It was a great time to see him be baptized. At the same time as we completed that, we were also able to also tour at least part of my mission, which involved a lot of time, a lot of gas, and a lot of traveling. After all of this, we finally concluded. We got on a plane and after many layovers, I got home around twelve o'clock last night. I got to sleep at 1:30 or so, then got up and here I am, so I am excruciatingly tired. That being said, I'll continue.

Anyway, I am here today after what seems like forever and yet not much time at all to speak about missionary work, of all things. I suppose one question that came to my mind was what can I share with all of you about missionary work that hasn't been heretofore spoken of or hasn't been shared from something I've written home. I don't really have much, but I do have a little, and that's what I have here.

While I was gone on my mission I had the pleasure to meet and to teach several wonderful people the Gospel and to remind them of their covenants and to bring others back unto Christ who had once fallen away. The best part to me was to see these individuals grow in their light and their knowledge, to continue to be steadfast and immovable.

I hadn't really thought much about it until the past few days, but over the time that I was with my family as we were touring my mission we had the privilege to meet with some of the people that I had that privilege to teach. Perhaps I was unthinking, but each of these people had expressed how their lives had been changed by my influence with them. The fact that they emphasized that it was me helping them struck me. I never much thought of it as my personal influence being of much individual worth per se - "What can I do that another missionary can't do?" kind of deal.

It got me thinking. It reminded me of the first vision (that we as missionaries share a lot about) with Joseph Smith and when he went into the sacred grove and was able to behold a heavenly vision of God the Father and His son, Jesus Christ. As Joseph accounts, there is something interesting in it that I found as we delve a little deeper into it. Prior to this, many years, decades, centuries ago, Christ had come upon the earth and had established His church. He established it under twelve apostles and called bishops and evangelists and all these other people to lead His church, to organize it and to hold it together.

Eventually all these apostles were killed or they died or were exiled in one case, or many other things befell them. As we know, a prophet of God is the mouthpiece for God, he's the spokesperson per se.  Without that spokesperson, there is no one to hear God's will. Once this period, as we know called the Great Apostasy occurred, we see that the church fell away. There was a falling away and the priesthood was lost. For many centuries the word of God wasn't known or rather wasn't clearly known and God ceased to speak directly to His people. What a sad thought that we are no longer able to hear from God. However, we learn that in this time, the time came forth that God called another prophet, Joseph Smith, to lead and guide His people.

An interesting thing that we can see is after all this time of being silent, of not speaking to people, what is the first thing God says to his servant Joseph, to all of as as we read it? As it's recorded, He says "This is my beloved son, hear Him." Even more interesting than that is the fact that first word that God said wasn't really properly recorded. Simply, Joseph said "He called me by name" meaning that the first word that God spoke was, in fact, the word, or rather name, Joseph. I found this interesting that a being as mighty as God the Father, of all the things he would say, he would call Joseph by name after so long of being silent. To me it reaffirms that God does indeed know each one of us by name and that's something very important. He of course knows more than that, but I know all, most, some, a little of you, but I can't really recall all of your names. Sorry. However, God can, and to me that's miraculous. It's very true that God does know each one of us by name and that this is part of the grand plan of missionary work.

As we know from past prophets we've had, every member is to be reported as a missionary. Maybe not a full time missionary like I was or as Matthew was, but we should always be striving to be anxiously engaged in a good cause. We should continue to labor all our days to bring His children the truth.

In Doctrine and Covenants [18:15] we learn that if it so be that we should labor all of our days and bring but one soul unto Christ, how great shall be our joy with Him in the kingdom of our Father with that one soul that we have brought unto Him. That's not necessarily a convert. It could also be likened to someone who has fallen away and needs to come back. How remarkable is that? How great will be your joy if you manage to bring someone into the light? I wrote this in bold to make sure I didn't forget. I hope that you don't suppose that I'm glorying in myself and how amazing and wonderful and awesome I am, but rather that I glory in the work of God and that I was able to answer the call to serve and was able to be that instrument in His hand to go forth into the world. However, this service did not come without great opposition and difficulty, which I do not wish to discuss at this time. That's a story for later, perhaps.

I also do not want to overlook the very important fact that today is Mother's day. Mothers are astoundingly important as we read from a few accounts that are mentioned in the scriptures and in our own individual lives. I thank all the mothers that are here and the various people who are also here to hear what I have to say, considering I imagine the difficulty of it being Mother's day. I am both pleased and surprised at the number of people that are here.

As I look back, I am somewhat ashamed as I think back at any mistreatment I may have done to my mother or my family or friends. There is nothing really I can do about that now. I can dwell on it all I want but it's not going to fix anything. There's a scripture recorded in the book of Philippians [3:13] where Paul says "I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and [pressing] forth unto those things which are before [me]" That's exactly how I feel about this particular matter. I may not be able to fix the past, but I can choose the future.

That being said, and with my large lack of sleep, I will conclude with a few last points. One of them being a talk from Elder Holland. I'll just go into it. He starts off his talk saying that  "We (he's talking to missionaries) are the hope of Israel. We are the ones that go out into strange places or Eastern lands (as myself and actually Matt come to think of it), to declare this gospel unto every nation, kindred, tongue, and people, to declare glad tidings and to share the good news.

While Christ was here, he said unto Peter, "When thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren." At this time Peter had only been an apostle for a little while, maybe three months or so. He was essentially a new convert. Can we imagine any of us, if any of us are converts, about three months after we were baptized, would we be able to lead people? I can't, but yet Christ told Peter that when he was converted he needed to strengthen his brethren. Once Christ died, they turned to Peter and asked "What should we do?" That's a very good question. What DO you do? We need to fill in the apostleship because now we have a hole in our twelve, but all we have are at the very most three month old converts. How are we supposed to pick an apostle of the Lord through people who haven't really been baptized all too long? Peter, with his position, is not really sure what to do. He said "Well, we've come a long way, we've learned a lot of things. I guess we'll go back to doing what we were doing before. I'm going to go back to work, I'll go fishing." Back to normal life.

So, they all joined him - they all go fishing. After a whole night of no success, a figure on the beach asks them how the fishing is going and suggests they cast [their nets] on the other side [of their boat]. Who is this person who dares suggest to all these professional fishermen how to do their job? They have been fishing for years, they know how to fish. What is casting on the other side going to do? In some mix of probably desperation and fatigue, they decided what the hay, let's try his idea anyway. They cast on the other side, and they pull up so many fish that the boat starts to sink and they have to drag it to land. This was, frankly, miraculous. How did that stranger know what to do? So John casts his eyes on the beach and says, probably under his breath, it's Him. It's Christ. Peter, realizing this, doesn't even wait for the boat. He jumps off the boat and swims to meet Christ.

At this point, Christ, knowing his love and his mercy, decides to fix them breakfast with the fish they caught. Then, as they sat and marveled, Jesus then asks Peter, "Peter, do you love me?" Of course, Peter says yes. Jesus asks again, "Peter, do you love me more than these fish or these nets or your boat? Do you love me more than these things?" Peter says, "Yes, I do, I love you more than all of these." Then, with tenderness, a smile, and with eye contact, and with Peter at this point probably being a little sensitive to the number three, Christ asks a third time, "Peter, do you love me?" Peter responds "Yea lord, I love you more than all of these." Christ then says: Feed my sheep. I told you once before to leave all these behind, to leave everything you have behind to go and to feed my sheep and I'm not going to ask you a third time. Feed my sheep. When you decided to follow me, it wasn't just for three months or two years in some cases, it was for our whole life. We're not here to serve briefly and then to give up when we think we're finished.

As Christ said to Peter, so should we apply it to ourselves: feed His sheep. At this moment, Peter became the apostle the world knows him as. Disregard the denial, the ear cutting, and the fishing when he didn't know what else to do. At this moment, Peter became the man that we know him as today.

I know for myself that I have been able to see astounding growth in my own life and the lives of others that I've been able to teach. Although a little reluctant to leave, I am glad to be back home and see all of you again and to commemorate this grand day, Mother's day. I also thank my mother especially, and all the other mothers who help rear and raise us from infants to what we are now, from a skinny kid with a huge backpack into a taller, skinny kid with a huge backpack.

I leave this testimony with you of missionary work and how important it is, and of my love for the Savior. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

April 30, 2012

Well, it looks like this will be my last email and I can't think of any clever pun or joke to start off with.

So this week has been just about the same as every week. We met with people, appointments canceled within the hour, I got frustrated, nothing too new. Most of the days this week have been somewhat rainy, which I have enjoyed. Wednesday was our last District Meeting and it didn't really hit that I was going home until I realized this would be the last time I would address these missionaries as my district. We took District Photos and one of them made me laugh a bit, so I have included it.


The Elders in Rutland didn't get a ride back to their place, so they had to take the bus and spend most of the day with us. We played Basketball with our Icelandic friend, Siggy (Sigurdur Vidar Gudjonsson), and it was windy, but still fun.

Thursday we went back to Anna and Siggy's place to assist with yard work and doing various things around the house for them. While on our way there, we saw a man who was pulled over to the side of the road and standing outside of his car. We were curious as to what he was doing, but didn't have time to stop and ask if he needed help. While passing, it seemed he needed to readjust his pants and, well, mooned us. Whether on purpose or by accident, we saw a full moon in the afternoon. This filled me with sorrow.

Sunday was interesting. Elder Dickinson was asked to give a talk and, when he expressed it to the Bishop, I was also given a 5 minute topic of my testimony. Bishop Hicks was not aware that it was my last Sunday and wanted me to speak briefly. It was interesting, and yet I didn't know how to react. I have grown to appreciate and love all the people here and I will not be able to see them for quite some time, I imagine. There is Facebook, but that's not quite the same. We said goodbyes, yet I did not take any pictures. I am unsure why. Perhaps we will be able to do so when we come back. We spend lunch with some members, the Chesley's, and spend dinner with the Rice's. The Rices live in New York and was a drive, but it was still good. Sister Rice (the younger) made me a cake and we took a picture of it. I will miss both Rice families.



Now we are concluding out time here and going back to prepare for.. well, everything. We are going to clean and, on the one hand, I have finally found out the location of where that sneaky mouse has been hiding. I heard him in the middle of the night and saw where his port of entry is. He will not escape me this time around... Or perhaps I will allow him to live. Either way, we're cleaning.

Alas, there is nothing spectacular or amazing I have to say for my last email. I have grown a lot and met a lot of new people. I am still unsure what I will do in the future or what it holds, but I will have to take it as it comes. Much like Paul states in his epistle to Timothy: "For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith."

-Elder Jeppson

April 23, 2012


For the past 160 (give or take) days, I've been memorizing the scripture mastery's and other scriptures I enjoy. Today marks the last bit of the scripture mastery in Joseph Smith: History that I need to memorize, and then I have all 100. Weeee...

Anyway, last Sunday was stake conference, which was really neat. The talks that were given by the stake presidency were really good. As for this week, things have begun to wind down, in a small sense. We were able to meet with a good number of our investigators multiple times this week with other members present, which made it possibly for us to make our goal this week (and exceed it, actually).

As far as things have been going, there hasn't been much difference in anything or really much to report on, but I'll try. Wednesday we went to New York to drive around with some members to look for some less-active members that we would likely not be able to visit anyway. While on this trip, we picked up a few young women for some activity they were doing at the church (one of the members who was with us is over them). I was also reminded in a few instances how crazy a large group of children can be. Many, many children.

I am reminded of a few opportunities we had to do service this week and was asked to talk about it, which I nearly forgot about. Ha. One was earlier when an older man (who is not a member) asked us to help him pound some rods in the ground so he could put up a fence over his garden (crafty deer keep eating his goods!). It took a while, but we managed to get them all pounded in with only minor injuries. As Elder Dickinson and I came to learn, it really stinks when the rod shifts slightly and you miss. Thankfully, neither of us hit the other with the sledge hammer or our own knees/legs when it missed.

Over time our accuracy got better, so this became less frequent. I was the hammer swinger for a good portion of the time because I did not want to put on the older fellow's gloves to hold the bar still while one would swing (the gloves were for the purpose of providing protection against vibration, as I'm sure you likely know). The reason for me doing this was not to be stubborn or to swing a large hammer (ok, it was partly the reason), but mostly because I didn't want to get blood on the inside of his glove. You see, my finger managed to hit the rod during the first or second implanting and, while it did not bleed a lot, it still bled a little. A neat crevice was in my finger and it actually bled slowly. I jested to myself that it took a while for my hand to register that it was missing skin. Elder Dickinson ended up hitting his finger on the pole as well when it shifted, but his bled a lot sooner. I think his looks cooler, but I have 2 marks (I guess in reality the pole hit two of my fingers, not one). He still has his skin but mine was gone completely.

Are we grossed out yet? Mission complete.

Well, one more week. (ha!... hmm...)

Another service opportunity involved Anna and Siggy. Siggy is a master wood worker and is working on part of the third floor of his house. He's from Iceland and I haven't really taken any pictures of him or Anna (except both of their voices are briefly heard in the video where I am burning pants at their house).


He had some good support beams, but found out that one of them had ants in it and was thereby poor material. His neighbor had a large (very large) beam of wood which Siggy bought from him and we helped get it onto his trailer. Only about half of it fit, as seen by the picture.




It was also very heavy, but we managed to strap it down with a lot of bungee cords and make it back to his house without much problem (except for one moment when the trailer became unhitched and the car was sodomized by the log. We reinforced the lock on the trailer with another bungee cord).

Lastly as another adventure, I found a spider on our ceiling (off subject, 'ceiling' seems to be one of those basic words I still have a hard time spelling) and destroyed it. Vacuuming it would have been reasonable, but I used a match and a bottle of Axe body spray. We might have a small mark on the carpet where he fell and I made sure he was cleansed by fire. But if anyone asks, it wasn't me.

-Elder Jeppson

April 16, 2012


(A little information about this letter. I e-mailed Elder Jeppson our travel plans for when we go back East to tour his mission and he spent almost all of his e-mail time looking it over, so he ran out of time for e-mails. Fail. -Nick)

TIME FAIL. TOO MANY LETTERS.

I'M DYING AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING.
I'LL READ YOUR HATE-MAIL NEXT WEEK.

LOVE, ME

Picture on door..


April 9, 2012


The other day I realized that I am one of three missionaries that have been out longer than the mission President. Today I also got a thick letter in the mail from the mission office. It's some travel itinerary to go somewhere, but I don't know why they sent it to me so early, I still have 6 months.

This week has been fast, and slow. Not a lot happened that was of any significant note, sadly. We had a specialized zone meeting on Thursday in Montpelier which lasted all day. I was very tired. Much like last time, I was the driver the entire time. I don't mind, really. I would prefer driving than sitting there doing nothing. I was just very tired by the end of it all. Part of the training included some sort of relay race (I'm not sure what the purpose of it was) and I volunteered for it. Now that I think back on it, I still have no idea why we did it. It was part of some activity to... Nope. No idea. Just something silly, random, and fun.

There were four of us, two teams, and I was with Elder Adams, a convert AND an Alaskan native. He was my Zone Leader for a while, but he's an Assistant to the President. We've had fun together on various exchanges. He loves music and Pokemon, apparently, and is not ashamed about it at all. It's quite funny and adds to his personality. Anyway, the two of us were on a team doing these silly and odd things and we won, of course. One part, near the end--actually, I'll just tell you the whole thing. Elder Dickinson managed to get a video of it, so it'll make about as much sense as when we did it.



Part 1: One teammate puts on a sweater while the other chugs a bottle of water. Usually I'm faster at this, but I was slow for some reason. At the beginning, Elder Adams tried to steal Elder Write's sweater.

Part 2: Jump over the red book.

Part 3: In the Missionary Health Guide (who reads that?) one teammate is to look up the page about doing push-ups while the other gets in position. Once the page is found, you do 5 push ups and the one who found the page puts a first aide wrap around your chest and.. helps you do.. push ups?

Part 4: EAT CARROTS (there were a ton of carrots and Elder Adams and I consumed them quickly, but the hard part was swallowing them. Eventually, because of the time it was taking, they said as long as they were IN your mouth, it counted as good enough, and Elder Adams spat them back into the cup).

Part 5: Each member puts on hand sanitizer and puts that hand into a glove. At this point, for some reason, my camera shut off, but Elder Dickinson managed to get it to record again.

Part 6: Run back and jump over the red book again. Obviously, I pwn n00bs. I also have a neat technique where I think I can fly for a moment and spread my arms. This tactic does not work very well but makes me feel cool.

Still not sure the point of the race, but it was fun.

Easter Sunday was good and we got to eat at a member's house (but alas, I did not have my camera so I cannot show any pictures). Actually, it was with two families at one house. Ironically, both of them were married in the Bountiful Temple at different times, so I thought that was funny. We concluded the day in New York with another family, the Rice's, in an attempt to teach Brother Rice's nephew who is baptized but less active. The lesson went well, but we're unsure how it affected his nephew.

-Elder Jeppson



Elder Jeppson attached some other videos not mentioned in the letter. I have included them here. He also included a picture of him and his companion, which I put on the companionships page   -Nick

Crossing the New York bridge

Epic sneeze

April 2, 2012

Sometimes I can't help but wonder... and then I remember I'm driving...

So this week was good and we were able to teach a few people and what-have-you. General Conference was great, although I do miss the delicious food we had in Bountiful... I would call the dinner we have by its name, but I don't know how to spell it. :D

This ward had something similar in that it had ice cream being served before the Priesthood session. Both my companion and I noticed that families seemed to be brought up a lot. I've never tried it until now, but I came into conference with a few questions in mind and I was pleased when they were answered. There was one that I didn't really consider as an actual question, but my mind seemed to register as an answer when I was writing (again, it was about families) down the word "wife". Yeesh. 

Girls have cooties. That's why missionaries can't associate with them.

One other thing of note that I can recall that happened this week was when we were taking lunch, we got a call on our phone from a number that was not recognized. I answered it and it was a woman who addressed herself as Stephanie Miller (I have no idea who you are). I nodded (and then remembered that people on the phone cannot see what you're doing. A fact that I seem to often forget) and said hello. As she began speaking and talking to us, we learned that she had once been taught by missionaries that served here, but then she moved to Georgia. Apparently, she moved back and wanted to meet with us. It doesn't happen too often, but it is appreciated when someone who wants to learn contacts you rather than the other way around. We met with her and she is eager to continue learning and coming to church. Elder Dickinson, with his new-missionary fire, invited her to be baptized on the 28th of April. I was not opposed to this, especially because she accepted it. 

As I am now looking through my planner attempting to recall anything else that has happened this week, I noticed that from 3-3:30 PM on Sunday, I had written down "Skip-to-my-loo" as something to do between sessions. I don't really recall writing this down, and I definitely don't recall actually doing it. 

I'm a little disappointed. 

March 26, 2012

The following picture is of Lili's baptism. At least, the only one that came out good. I decided to make her brother smile the only way I know how.


This week was a bit odd for me. I couldn't think of anything to do during moments things fell through. On one day, Wednesday, we had plans to spend a few hours at least in New York with a member in going around to see other people. We set everything up Tuesday night, so all should have gone well. Wednesday morning though, she (the member) called us and said that the guy working on her house asked her to go get some supplies for her, or something along those lines, and so she had to leave and go get those since that was going to be the last day he was there. Sadly enough, she had to cancel on us and that left us wide open for... the rest of the day. I couldn't think of anything to do and this discouraged me. Obviously I survived this dilemma (since I am writing this), but I still found it odd that I couldn't think of anything to do. Hmm.

So, Elder Schnebly is gone to Maine (from what I have heard) and I have Elder Dickinson from Washington State with me. Needless to say, he is the one who is going to kill me. I've been wondering for some time who would be the one to do the deed. This is his third transfer (meaning he's been out a little over 3 months), so I've been in Middlebury longer than he's been on his mission. However, he's an exceptional missionary and very eager to work, which makes me happy. We were talking to a fellow on his doorstep and Elder Dickinson spoke up and began sharing what we do as missionaries. This threw me off because, as I sadly had to do, I nearly always had to tell Elder Schnebly when to say something. Elder Dickinson is a rare breed of person that played video games, did sports, and dated girls. As sad as I am to say, there aren't many of those people that I have met. I thought I was a dying breed. ;)

Lastly, there was a less-active who we have been periodically meeting with since Elder Bayles was here with me named Sister Schroeder. She's lived in the area for several years and hasn't been to church once. Stopped going when a teenager when her parents stopped going, so she doesn't really remember much, but she enjoys meeting with us. We've invited her to come to church many times and she simply hasn't or couldn't. Last week I told her, in a humorous simile, that going to church was like brushing your teeth and by not going, her spiritual teeth were going to rot out of her skull (for thus is the relationship I make with people that I can say such jokes)! Much to my joy, she came to church for the first time in years yesterday! She asked me how her teeth looked and I laughed. The members were eager to see her as well and did a good job in fellow-shipping and introducing themselves to her. It was neat. :D

March 19, 2012

Transfer calls came. I'm staying and Elder Schnebly is leaving. I'm getting another missionary President says "... WANTS to work and participate," so I'm pretty stoked.

Transfer calls this time around were somewhat bitter-sweet. Part of me was hoping that I wouldn't have to spend my last transfer with Elder Schnebly (not that he's terrible and difficult to get along with) and another part wanted someone else. Well, now he's leaving and the reason why I find it somewhat bitter is because he was finally making progress after I chewed him out for not doing things at all (whether with me or on exchange with the other Elders).

After that he started speaking up a bit more and I retaught him how to plan for things. I usually just do it, I've never thought of how I do it, so it was interesting for me to slow it down. As it turns out, I tend to plan backwards (meaning, I look at a set appointment and then plan things to do before it, and so on).

So a few things happened which were great, and one was a lesson with an investigator we have named Ian. We met at his house for the first time (usually it's at a member's home, but they weren't available for this particular night) and brought a different member with us, a college student named Chris who is preparing to go on his mission. He's a very good member-missionary and knows what he's doing, I was impressed.

We were also on exchange that day, so I had a Zone Leader, Elder Brown, with me. We explained to Ian why we do certain things (such as "open" with a prayer) that I felt he was a little confused about, but never voiced. We told him it was to invite the Spirit and give us greater understanding about the topics we would be speaking on. As we were telling him how he can know answers for himself through the Spirit, I thought of a scripture in Galatians 5:22-23. Well, what I said was "that reminds me of a scripture in Galatians," and Chris responded with "twenty-two through twenty-three.." and Elder Brown nodded. Ian stopped me and said "wait, how did you know what scripture he was thinking of?" which had us pause for a moment before Elder Brown explained "it's the Spirit! This is one reason why we pray before we teach, it brings the Spirit!" and then Ian understood more fully. I was pleased to be a witness of this experience and the 3X revelation that happened.

Thursday, of course, was Liliolosa Malafu's baptism. I'm still a little confused why she picked me to baptize her, but I was more than happy to perform the ordinance. Everything went smoothly (although the water was a little cold.. I told Brother Howard if we put the heat on full blast that we would run out of it! Pah. This is why you don't question me) and she was confirmed on Sunday.


It was all especially amazing and, come to think of it, as we were leaving our apartment this morning I thought to myself that I was probably forgetting something. I just realized I was meaning to bring my camera to upload some pictures (FINALLY), but whoopsie.

Whoopie. Have I ever mentioned Whoopie Pies? They're a ridiculous monstrosity constructed in New England that probably shortens your life span by at least 500 calories of tasty marshmallow fluff. Perhaps I will have you eat them to fulfill my fiendish plans of.. world.. domination.. by fluff.

All hail.


Oh, I also realized that it was just about one year ago since I baptized Molly. And about thirteen years since my own baptism in March. Neat-o.

March 12, 2012

This week was definitely a trying week for myself and Elder Schnebly's companionship. I would much rather refrain from writing negative things, but let's just say I had to strongly rebuke him for wasting a lot of time doing nothing while I was away.

Other than that, this week has been good. We had an exchange, I went to Rutland, and then came back extremely frustrated in time to lead District Meeting, and then accidentally locked our keys inside the church. That part was fun. Thankfully Sister Weekes, the stake president's wife, had keys to the church (and to the library, where our keys were) to get our keys. I was veeeeeery grateful.

The baptism for Liliolosa Malafu is next Thursday and all is going smoothly. She asked me to baptize her, which surprised me because.. well, I haven't really talked with her or spoken to her much other than when I interviewed her for baptism. Regardless, I'm excited and honored to do so.

This upcoming week is week 6/6 in this transfer and then after that I am on my last transfer. How odd.
Oh, another neat thing that happened this week is that 3 baby boys were born into the ward.

Uhmm.. Hmm.. Well, I guess not a lot of positive things happened this week.. haha I'm sorry. I'll make it up with some funny quotes that happened during ward conference yesterday. The stake president's first counselor and the second counselor's wife were doing a presentation together, including some role playing, when talking about the Priesthood and the importance of it. The entire meeting was magnificent and President Bush (the first counselor. I think his name is clever) reminded me of a guy from Whose Line Is It Anyway?, only with hair. Anyway, one conversation went as such:

"I'll be calling him by his first name, Ken, since we're married in this scenario."
"You wouldn't call me President Bush if we were married? Kristi calls me President Bush." (Kristi, I can figure, is obviously his wife)

another was:

"On this last scenario, we're still married--"
"STILL married."

Ahha, funny.

March 5, 2012

So all my pants are in the wash right now, so I'm in a public library wearing a poofy coat, sweats, and sneakers.

 Don't worry, I actually blend in.

This week we had Interview with President Wilkey up in Essex, Vermont. Interviews went well and I was first to be interviewed. During the interview we discussed various things that I have voiced concern in (i.e. Elder Schnebly) and I also needed a temple recommend interview. That was kind of weird to require one of those again. Last week, when I wrote President, I reminded him that I needed to be interviewed, just in case I forgot because my recommend expired at the end of February. At the interview, he laughed a bit and pointed out a typo I had made (WHAT?!) in my letter to him, in which I had said "I need an interview because I expire at the end of the month."Well, the month has come and gone, but I'm still alive. Although being tired still doesn't help, especially driving at night for a long period of time. That's intense.. haha. The tiredness is a good thing though, it means we're doing stuff. I think. :D

The 15th is the marked day for Lili's baptism, which should go underway now that we have more time to prepare.. At least, I hope it does. Oh, on Saturday we went to the church to reconstruct a map for the new addition of New York to our area so we can better monitor it. When we finished, we stopped by a member who lives right next to the church, but hasn't been coming for some time. Rumor has it that he's been mad at me, but sadly I'm not entirely sure why. This member is an older gentleman who gets offended easily and sometimes mixes things up in his head, so it's very likely that I might have said something to him that wasn't meant to be offensive in any way, but he took it that way; or it could have been something someone else did, and my face just came up. Anyway, we went to visit him and at first he didn't want us there, but he let us in anyway. I managed to apologize to him for what I did and he accepted it. He didn't tell me why he was upset with me and I'm still not entirely sure why either, but he came to church for the first time in weeks yesterday so.. I guess it worked.

Also I'm sorry.