Elder Beenfield
The new transfer has rolled in like a storm, and everything has been moving quite well with the new companion. His name is Elder Beenfield and he comes from Hennifer, Utah (I had never heard of it before now.) He is a lot different than Elder Mcknight, save for the fact that he likes to pump iron. It took a while to adjust, but things are running smoothly. He is a great guy, and he is willing to work. If we would have had Zone Conference this transfer, we might have had high hopes for my second MVC. His testimony of the gospel is strong, and it is easy for each of us to testify from what the other has said. Give it another week, and we should be running full steam ahead. I don't recall if I had mentioned already, but I bought a piano a few months back, and I have been practicing quite a bit. Practice really does make perfect, though I'm still struggling with the hymns made easy. Elder Beenfield has a guitar, so I have been having a good time. A member gave us a large stalk of sugar cane, so we have been chewing wood and playing good music all week.
One of our investigators, a young man named Nature, has recently agreed to be baptized at the end of this month. We had just finished teaching the law of chastity, and he made the comment that he wanted to be like Paul. He said that girls were too much of a distraction at that age of his life, and he wouldn't consider dating until after his mission. He is a powerful young man, and he has been coming to church for some time now. On Saturday night, a mob came to his house, full of members of his previous church. They said that he could not leave their congregation, and they put some strange band on his wrist. They threatened him to the point that he wouldn't come out of his house to talk to his best friend (a member) Sunday morning. We have yet to see him due to a busy schedule, but it is interesting how Satan attacks just at the time when someone starts to make good growth. I will try to make note of the results of our visit next week.
It was also nice to see an old gogo stand to bare her testimony Sunday. We had visited her all winter, and she hasn't been to church in over 5 months because of severe arthritis, intensified by the cold. She stood for nearly 10 minutes. I guess she made up for the other testimony meetings that she missed. Her home teachers hadn't visited her throughout the entire duration of her exile, and she made note of that and how the missionaries were the only dependable members of the church. It was quite touching, and quite sad how poorly the wards operate here. People aren't willing to do their part or magnify their callings. The workload usually gets thrown onto the shoulders of the few willing and faithful members.
We get to watch conference next week, but we heard about the new age limits for Elders and Sisters. I got a strange feeling in my stomach, and I thought a great deal about how the work we are doing is progressing faster and faster. The time is drawing nearer and nearer to the end, and the work is being pumped up. It will be interesting to see how everything will turn out. I'm sure there will be a great deal of stress on the missionary dept for a while. I look forward to the increase though.
All is well, and all is as it should be.
Much Love,
Elder JW Davidson
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