Week 22 in Atiquizaya–Aren’t you the bus driver?

Apologies for the late posting of this week’s email.  No pictures this week, but some are coming, I’m sure….  We do get a bit of a geography lesson on how the districts are divided up.  Finally, I understand.

Pretty boy.  Does that refer to him?  Or me?

Subject:  “I’ll get your arrow, pretty boy. And I’ll do it with my shirt on.”

This week has passed by a little faster than the last week, I think mostly because we had a multi-zone in the middle of it. That meant another trip to San Salvador. It’s a two hour bus ride somewhat similar to the rides to Mount Hood, as Dad may remember, but this is in a loud, hot bus, and instead of laying down across the benches you either sit three people on a bench made for two, or you’re standing. And they don’t stop in Sandy. But it’s not too bad. Except that there’s no way to sleep at all.

The multi-zone itself was really fun. I love meetings like that. We basically go and sit in a room for a couple hours (8 am to 4 pm, usually) and the president talks to us. Usually about the rules we’re keeping or breaking, the mission goals, and general counsel. This time we got a special treat. Elder Fern, I think it was, came to speak to us for an hour or two after our lunch break. He’s a Senior missionary, with his wife, but they’re serving in the San Salvador Temple Construction mission. So they’re in charge of the construction. We got to see a plethora of pictures of the construction, both inside and out, and it was crazy. This temple is amazing. He said that this is one of the most detailed and architecturally impressive temples he’s ever seen. And it’s cool too, because the endowment sessions are split into two rooms, instead of all in the one. And in the first room they’re getting an El Salvador customized mural. Sweet. I’m stoked. He also told us some cool stories. The coolest of which was probably this: They laid the second floor concrete in the beginning of August, which is still well into the rainy season here. Apparently rain and concrete don’t mix well until it’s dry, so that was a problem. They laid the concrete, and a storm started coming. All the workers were bummed out, because they knew what that meant, but Elder Fern just went and prayed that the temple would be okay. He said he received an assurance that it would be. The rain came, and came hard, as it does sometimes in this country, but all around the temple. The construction site itself was completely dry.

We’re trying to get an investigator named Alex ready for baptism this week, but his work schedule is really weird, and I’m not sure if we can find time this week to interview him. Also, he’s working when we were going to have the actual baptism. So it may move to next week. We’re also working on Herson Cruz, who is a kid in a less active family. We’re not sure if the dad is going to be ready to baptize him this week, but if he is, we’re dunking him.

We went back to visit some less active members. It was a less active mom whose husband and kids weren’t members. The kids are 11 and 13. I had visited her with Elder Reyes, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to come back to church. We even taught her husband once, and he was not open to it at all. But we passed by since Elder Wardlow didn’t know them, and her husband was home from work (he’s a bus driver (“Hey, we know you!” “You’re the bus driver.”)) which is weird. He had apparently been working on his bus and the engine fell on his thumb, breaking it. So he can’t work for a bit. It turns out that that was perfect for us. The mom wants to come back to the church, her kids want to get baptized, and the dad wants to learn if it’s true. He actually asked us to leave a couple chapters to read in the Book of Mormon, since he had already read the one we left. I don’t know what the difference is this time, but that’s super great.

So I don’t forget, by the way, I referred in my last email to the other missionaries being in Atiquizaya, which apparently caused some confusion. I am in Atiquizaya, but it’s split up like a birthday cake into fourths. My fourth is the largest, and the other three are the Sucre, Manantiales, and Atiquizaya wards. Elder Hardy and Elder Gonzalez are in Atiquizaya, and Elder Braithwait and Elder Marroquin are in Sucre and Manantiales. I’m in El Angel. But we’re all in Atiquizaya. Does that help?

Thanks for all your emails this week. I can thank this time both my parents, the president, Sarah Fotheringham, and Stacey Leybas for emails. And Dave Frogley, I guess, for that sentence he sent correcting my noche de hermanamiento translation. Thanks Dave!

I love you all, and hope things are going well for everyone. I was super sad to hear about the Ducks game, but the BYU basketball news helped me cope. Tell Steve Jobs to get well soon!

Thanks again,

Elder David Arrington

Week 21 in Atiquizaya–A Bungleload of Baptisms on their way…

Did I mention I learned the right way to pronounce Atiquizaya?  It’s like A Ti’ki Sigh’-a, I’m told.  Anyway, David’s work area must be outside ATikiSigha, since the other Elders are getting all the success.  Or so it seems to David.

Note that Dave Frogley ads a clarification:  "Noche de Hermanamiento" = "Fellowshipping night". 

No pictures this week, so I added a couple from previous weeks.

This week’s subject (where does he come up with this stuff?):  No way. That is so punk rock.

Alright, I was glad to hear from a bungleload of you this week, even though it seems like the major issue at hand is Emily and Dave’s trip to Utah. Oh well, I guess someone else will have to tell me how the Ducks are doing.

Seriously, though, it was fun. And just so you know, Dad, I love hearing about new technology coming out, and my comp freaks out every time I mention something like that, so it’s fun to tell him. He hasn’t even seen a movie in 3D before, and doesn’t seem to understand what it would be like. Oh, he’s so naive. And that’s super sweet that Verizon may be moving to the iPhone. Seriously, I’m excited. But I’m still not sure about the whole iPad thing. I’m thinking a laptop may still be the way to go. But, of course, I still have a year and a half to not think about that.

This week was a little bit better than the last. We worked hard and had a lot of appointments fall through, as always, but we managed to do some good. We set a date with a guy named Alex Fuentes for the 22nd. He’s in his late twenties, I think, and his whole family are members. He just never got into it. But then, one day, his sister told us that he wanted to take the lessons and change his life. Well, that’s what we’re here for.

We also set a date with a nine year old kid named Herson Cruz. His family used to be inactive, but we reactivated them and they’re super sweet. I love them. The only problem is that the father is meeting with the bishop to work through some past thing, and I’m not sure if he’ll be ready to baptize his son on the 22nd as well. We really are pushing for it, though. The other Elders, from Atiquizaya, (Elder Hardy and Elder Gonzalez) have, right now, I think five dates for the 22nd, and four on the 21st. Most of them are kids, I think, but they’ve been coming to church on their own for a long time. They’ve been having crazy success. More on that in a minute.

So we also have this meeting every Wednesday called the Noche de Hermanamiento, or brothership night? Night of fellowship? Something like that. But we went to it to go find some referrals, and the bishop hadn’t gotten there yet. So we started the meeting, sang a hymn, and then I was asked to give the lesson for twenty minutes or so. I think I did a good job, because I felt comfortable the whole time and felt the spirit. So I blame that success on the spirit, of course, my public speaking class, which was really just practice, and Dad, for teaching me how to throw together sweet lessons like that. So thanks, Dad.

Friday, too, we had a dinner over with the Afane family, who are super awesome. They love the missionaries, and can cook like nobody’s business. So we went over there and ate this huge nacho dinner thing (which is rare, here; they like to cook gringo food) and watched the Work and the Glory, which my comp had never seen. Good movie, and I think it was good to relax like that and enjoy the movie. That’s something I’ve missed for a while.

Okay, I was going to talk a bit really fast about Elder Hardy and Elder Gonzalez. But, of course, I’ll give you the watered down version. Elder Hardy is a super obedient, super hard working missionary who is here because he really wants to be here serving the Lord. Elder Gonzalez, not so much on any of those. Long story that I was going to shorten made even shorter: he’s been really dead inside, and we found out he’s been doing, watching, and listening to things that very much contribute to that. So we told president, who told Elder Gonzalez to go home since he doesn’t want to be here, but he didn’t want to, and you can actually only get sent home for breaking the law of chastity or word of wisdom, so president told the ZLs to not let him stay in the same area for more than a couple days. So he spends two days here in Atiquizaya, and the rest in other areas. So Elder Hardy has been getting different comps almost every day, and he’s killing it out there. Really, he’s getting super blessed. I went out with him one day, and a guy called us over to talk to him. It turns out he had had a friend that was Mormon who talked to him a bit before and it made him feel really excited inside. But he never got a chance to talk to missionaries. His wife had gone to our church before and was getting ready for baptism, but the Elders left and the new ones never looked her up. They were super good people, and super golden. That’s God saying, “Here, Elder Hardy. You’ve been pushing your comp to be a good missionary for two changes now, so how would you like a family to baptize, on me?”

Another example of this: My comp and I went by the church because there was an activity and we wanted some new investigators. I sat down for a second, and a twelve year old kid literally sat down next to me and asked, “Excuse me, can I be baptized into this church?” I was like, YEAH! Of course, he lives in Elder Hardy’s area, so he gets that one too. I’m kind of bummed every time that happens, which has been a lot lately. But this kid was getting ready to get baptized in some other city, but then he moved before he could, so now he wants to here. Crazy miracles. I just wish they were in my area...

Alright, I’m all typed out. I hope you all had some laughs at how the success keeps getting dangled in front of my face and then given to Atiquizaya, but whatever. I’m happy for them. We’re right now just trying to have one massive baptismal service right now for the 22 with both wards (did I mention we have seven dates for then right now, with maybe two more on the way?). Fun stuff.

I love you all, and really appreciate Julie and Dave DeRurange, Regan Arrington, Ed Arrington, Adam Lawson, Sarah Fotheringhom, and President Lopez for writing to me. The rest of you will get your special recognition when you write me :)

Thanks again,

Elder David Arrington

I blew it. Also, David Frogley and Elder Schaugaard wrote me. Ha. Schaugaard. What a silly name.

Week 20 in Atiquizaya – in which David and his companion become Mission Heroes….

Movie quotes.  How does a guy who doesn’t watch movies remember so many movie quotes?  Perhaps its the “creative juice”?  We cracked up reading this one.

Subject: “Brothers and sisters! We CAN save Bosworth!”

“I should have known! A critter viper slag monster mutant!”

So this week was kind of back and forth good and bad. We ended the year this week, of course, which meant that it was our last chance to meet our goal of 2000 baptisms. I don’t know if Elder Duzett told you how that went, (he’s in Acajutla, by the way, where Elder Wardlow was right before coming here. They get bikes. And it is super hot, temperature-wise), but we were pretty close with only one Sunday left, so there was a lot of pressure on the whole mission to baptize. Elder Wardlow and I got ours, so we felt good. But we found out last Monday after writing that we had exactly 1999 confirmations for 2010. For 180 missionaries. For the whole year. We were short ONE. And no more Sundays to confirm. Ouch.

So, we worked pretty hard and found a few new investigators, but Tuesday night we visited this family that gave us some drinks. Elder Wardlow’s was called orchata, which is pretty good sometimes, but I’m not a huge fan, and they gave me some fruit punch type stuff. It tasted good, but it didn’t do very well in my system, so I spent the night throwing it up again. I got too sick to work on Wednesday or Thursday, but by Friday I was fine. The only really rough thing was that I didn’t eat anything at all (stupid, I know) for those two days, so not only was I really weak, my stomach had shrunk. So I hardly ate anything Friday, and Saturday we started our fast. Oh my gosh. Worst fast of my life. And yet, I survived.

Our schedule for sacrament meeting changed, so we start at 10 now instead of 8, and when we got there the room was already pretty full. Before, only about 20-30 people would get to church before the  sacrament, and the other 70-80 would trickle in for the rest of the meeting. This time, we ended up with over a hundred just for the sacrament. They didn’t have enough bread for them, so we used crackers. Also, my baptism from the 25th, Luis, blessed the sacrament. Sweet. Overall our attendance ended up being 128, which is a record for us. Good week.

Okay, I’ve kept you in suspense long enough. Tuesday we go t a call from some Elders in Santa Ana saying that they needed our help. They had baptized a guy a month or so ago and he never got confirmed. Apparently he had moved into our area and they hadn’t been able to get a hold of him. They told us generally where they thought he lived, and we went and looked all morning until we finally found him, and we taught him about the gift of the Holy Ghost and why he needs it in his life. He’s a really sweet, humble guy that was really receptive and actually really worried when he found out he hadn’t technically finished his baptism. But we got it all set up so that the Santa Ana Elders could come down and rebaptize him and confirm him that same day. Thus our mission ended up with exactly 2000 confirmations for this year. Mission accomplished. “And then they made me their chief.”

“Gee, it’d really be nice to have some GRENADES right now, don’t you think?”

Well that’s about it for this week. We went up to a member that lives about an hour or so up into the mountains, so I put a couple more pictures up from that. And there are pictures of us four Elders in front of our house and chapel. That’s Arrington, Wardlow, Hardy, and Gonzalez, by the way. Not in that order.

It sounds like everyone is still doing sweet, and I’m super excited for you all. Especially with how much free time you all have suddenly. I miss that. And Michael, I hear you tore it up at your board of review. “I know you would Simmons. Good man.” That’s all I have to say about that. And this: “We already tested it.” “We threw rocks threw it!” “And they came out alright, didn’t they?” “Yeah, but they were really hot, and covered in black stuff!” “So that’s what you’re telling me? You’re afraid of a little black stuff?” That is all. I don’t know where that fit into what I was saying, but do something with it.

“How did you get those?” “Where was she keeping them?”

I’m just full of quotes today. I don’t know why. Oh, and Michael, get those applications in. ASAP. College is too fun to miss the deadline. (“It’s violent! It’s educational. But mostly violent!”)

Alright, I’m running out of creative juice, so it’s about time to wrap it all up. I suppose you’re all doing well, so that’s good. I am, too, so don’t worry too much about me. I think I might start seeing a couple baptisms, too. Depending on how my investigators feel about their eternal salvation. But there you go.

I love you all, and really do appreciate everything you do for me. Oh! And I just remembered that if, along with the highlighters you were going to send me, you sent me some pens (Pilot G2s, they write way better than anything here. Much better ink) I’d be grateful. And really, don’t worry about what you put in packages. Even the Pringles are really good, because I normally wouldn’t buy them. Hey, maybe some Gatorade or Powerade powder mix stuff would be nice. And in case I forget, you could also send a Rubik’s Cube. We have one, but it’s really crappy compared to the ones in the states. REALLY terrible. And, maybe for my birthday, it might be nice to get a portable DVD player so I can show DVDs to my investigators. But if you go that route, get it really cheap. Dad, I know you want to get a nice one, but no. Bad idea to have an expensive one here. Just rambling, now.

I love you all,

Elder David Arrington

Week 19 – Still in Atiquizaya

David’s email this week is quite a bit shorter, primarily due to our call with him this week.  Yep, David got to call home for Christmas.  In fact, he was allowed to Skype, so we were able to do a video call with him.  It was great to do!

As you can see from the picture, we put him up on the big screen, which was probably a little overkill, but hey, why not?

Julie said she thought he looked like a helicopter pilot.  LOL. 

Here’s one that’s not full screen.  In the pic above, we can see ourselves in the upper right corner.  In the one below, we’re just below David.  Ya gotta love Skype….

  This next one’s pretty blurry for some reason, but it shows what it looked like when we had all six endpoints on.  There’s a window for David, of course, plus one for Julie, Emily, Stacey, Lindsay, and us, of course.  This was pretty crazy because it pretty much brought the network to its knees.  We ended up dropping people off and taking turns doing three at a time (where David and us were two of the three).

Anyway, we loved talking with David.  But enough about us.  Here’s his letter from this week:

Subject: “Um, What is, uh, this thing?” “An arm.” “Told you.”

I can’t really think of much to tell you all that wasn’t said on the 25th. By the way, it was super awesome being able to talk to all of you with video. Sweet.

Really fast, I have to tell Stacey something. That soundtrack is kind of like you said it is, but the music kind of makes you think, I guess. It’s not some huge orchestral thing like we’re used to, but it just has a thoughtful nature about it. That’s all I can think of to explain the way I think of it.

So on Saturday, after the call, we had an hour to get this baptism together. The only problem is that we had no baptismal clothes, the baptism form thingy was in Turin (far away), nobody knew about the service, the font wasn’t filled, there was no agenda thing, nobody to give talks, and we didn’t have permission from the parents to baptize him. And we didn’t know where he lived so we could go ask them. Kind of stressful. We managed to pull it all together, though, and actually had a really good service. I did the actual ordinance, and everything went super smooth. I’ll upload some pictures of it all. It was cool, though, because we were  wandering around town in somebody else’s area (he doesn’t live in ours) just asking random people on the street if they knew a Luis Ernesto. Nobody did. At all. Then, with something like ten minutes left, we went down some random street and went to some random house and decided to knock there and ask. It turned out to be his house. So we got the permission. Cool story, Hansel.

The only other thing we did all week was eat a lot of food. We had three different dinner  appointments on the 24th, and one on the 25th, but the one on the 25th was with this richer family that is known for putting together a massive Christmas dinner for the Elders. I think I have pictures of that, as well. It was super good, and we were all super stuffed.

So it was good to hear that everyone is doing well. I kind of got a little bit homesick seeing the house, but I think that is a little bit normal. And it was awesome being able to see all the nieces and nephews, especially Darci for the first time. I am kind of running out of things to say.

 Really, I think this will have to do for this week. It wasn’t even really a week. It was two days. We had church. That was cool. Sorry. I promise, I’ll get a super cool email ready for next week. Until then, everyone should keep doing what they’re doing. (You’ve all seen real soldiers before, just...do what they do!)

I love you all, and Merry Christmas! And Happy New Years, too!

Elder David Arrington

Ok, back to dad for a little post script.  In the pictures David sent this week there were two that he didn’t mention that I thought were worth publishing here.  First, here’s a picture of David with Sam Duzett, who David pretty much grew up with here in the Evergreen ward.  They’re serving in the same mission.  Sam is on the right.  I don’t know who is on the left. Seeing them in suit coats is a pretty rare thing as well, I’m told.

Second, each year after our family opens Christmas gifts, we get out the kids blankets (each one his or her own color) and set out all the Christmas spoils in front of the tree to take a picture.  David did that with the stuff we sent, which I think is pretty fun.  Our family will get a kick out of it at least.

Week 18 in Atiquizaya – Countdown to the phone call…

No pictures this week, but we are looking forward to the Christmas phone call to the family.  Other than that, we must learn how to bring a ship into Turtuga.  Together, I guess.  And transfers?  Who knows….

Subject:  If we were here two hundred years ago, we’d be swimming!

So let’s tackle the biggest things first, here. The most well-known is to never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well known is this: my phone call.

I’m pretty sure that the only important rules are these: What a man can do, and what a man can’t do. For example, I can call family. But I can’t bring this ship into Tortuga all by my onesy. Sevy? Basically we’re allowed to call family. That’s what they tell us. We do this from our house with basically no rules attached, so here’s the plan I think I’ve come up with: At 11:00am our time (I think that’s 9:00 Oregon time since we don’t have daylight savings or anything) I will call the house. This will give me a chance to talk to the family there, especially Mom, for a while. Then I will call into the conference call using the number that Dad gave me and talk to the rest of the family. The only downside to this is that I don’t know when I’ll make that second call, so the girls will all just have to be ready and waiting. It should be pretty late in the morning, though, so I don’t foresee any big problems. Any changes in this plan will have to be communicated during the first phone call, since this is the last email before it.

Congratulations on getting Michael’s stuff done so fast! That’s awesome. Michael, you’re a stud. So are you, Steven, because wrestling in beastly.

On my end, we do have changes. Normally they’re on Wednesday, but because of the Christmas multi-zone we’re having Wednesday they got moved to Tuesday. Tomorrow. And they are supposed to tell us Saturday night, or Sunday night at the latest, if we have them, but here we are almost past noon and still nobody knows anything. That means that if I leave I’m going to have a fun time packing all night. And I wouldn’t have any time to go say goodbye to the members. And I’d miss the stupidly massive amounts of Christmas dinners we’ve been offered. Lame. But I’m not completely sure I’ll have changes. We’ll see.

I don’t really know how it happened, but we ended up with two dates for this Saturday. The last weekend the baptisms can count. How? No clue. But we’ll just see what happens with those. One is a kid who has been going to church for forever, but he’s in San Salvador until the 23. The 24 we’re going to interview, and the 25 is the date. Not much room to breathe. The other is a 9 year old kid of a family we just reactivated. Super nice people. The father just went to the bishop Sunday to see if he could do the baptism, but we don’t know what happened with that. We’ll find out today. If he can’t, we might try to go ahead with it, but we’ll probably just wait. I don’t want to take that opportunity from him.

Some things have been said about the massive number of baptisms here. Here’s the real truth. We get a lot of baptisms, but the people here really don’t get converted. There are churches on every street corner, so religion really isn’t a big thing for these people. It’s just somewhere you can go and say that you worshipped God for the week. Thus, when the going gets hard in our church, they drop it. I don’t know what the stats are for my ward, but in the other ward there’s something like 600-700 members. Their attendance this week: 63. Nuff said. Remind me to say something about this in my call, by the way, because there’s more that I’m just too tight on time to write about here. Julie, I’m putting you in charge of that. That’s punishment for being so scatter-brained lately. JKBS.

I did interchanges for three days this week, and it was pretty good, but I went to an area called La Labor. Wow. I had no idea that an area could be so dead. That must be what some of you got in Europe. Our zone, apparently, is pretty tough, but my area is one of the better ones I think. La Labor doesn’t have very many houses in it, and they’re a lot richer people, so they are a little bit more, humble-less. And since there aren’t too many, they’ve all been contacted a ton. We tried contacting a few people and they weren’t too happy about it. Elder LaFrance, who I was with, said that he contacted there with the ZLs and they had people screaming at them and slamming doors in their faces. Ouch. I did, however, eat a fresh coconut. Now, normally I don’t like coconuts, but these were a way different kind. They were bright orange on the outside, and the milk was a really blandish watery thing. The inside was white, but was a lot closer to the consistency of a papaya or mango than coconut. And it was pretty good. Didn’t taste like coconut at all. Hence it tasted good.

Quick cultural note: Everybody here uses machetes for everything. Everything. Trimming trees. Cutting open coconuts. Cutting trees down. Pulling out nails. Cooking. Mowing their lawn. It’s ridiculous. But I guess that means I should get a machete.

Alright, I’ve got to go. I hope things are still sweet at home, and I’m completely stoked to call all of you!

Merry Christmas!

Elder David Arrington

Week 17 in Atiquizaya – Can we hit the goals?

Great positive spin from David this week.  It sounds like they’re pretty focused on reaching their mission goals and that David and his companion will be contributing.  Can’t wait to hear more!  Oh, and we just gotta see that movie….

Subject this week was the same as last week.  Clever, but are we not paying attention?

Subject:  What are the odds that trapdoor would lead me out here?

So I’m slightly shorter on time now than I should be, but I’ll try and get something good out. The internet was having some issues, so I couldn’t get the pictures to upload, but now I got them.

We went and finished the filming for this movie, and the last scene was a big war thing. A lot of the pictures are of the location, but there’s a few in there of me and my comp looking pretty beastly. And the other Elder standing in front of the landscape is Elder Hardy.

We lost a few investigators this week, which was kind of sad, but we also found a few. The mission has really been pushing to make the 2000 baptism goal and 11000 attendance goal, and we’re really close on both. We’re really pushing to get a couple investigators baptized this month. They already have the attendances, we just need t o do it. One of them we actually found on Sunday. His name is Luis, and he’s 17 I think. He’s been going to church for the last 6 months, goes to all the youth activities, and even plays soccer with us in the mornings sometimes. We just never knew he was n’t a member until yesterday. But we’ve got a date set, and I think it’ll work.

As far as Elder Duzzett goes, their success is great. I’m a bit jealous, because I kind of want to see a little bit of that success. But it’ll come, I suppose. And if not, at least I’m helping a few people. There are some great missionaries out here who are almost done and only have a dozen or so baptisms. There’s also some with over 90. It’s weird, though, because a lot of the disobedient missionaries get a lot of baptisms. Like, a lot. They’re retention, though, is terrible. I know one Elder that used to be in my area. He’s kind of disobedient. He baptized some twenty or so in his time here, which was only six months, I think, but not one of them is still active. Okay, maybe one.

As far as the phone call goes, I think what everyone here does is just borrow cell phones. People here don’t have monthly cell phone plans, they do pre-pay kind of things, so apparently a lot of people have old cell phones without any more money on them. So we buy calling cards and borrow the phones and call. I think someone told me, too, that calls from the states to here are really expensive, but from here to the states is like 6 cents a minute. That’s not bad at all. So I think that’s what we’ll end up doing. I’m still not sure when we’re going to call. I’ll let you know next week so Dad can have the recording equipment set up.

It sounds like your days have been pretty crazy. Sarah tells me that Haley Bennett is now engaged, which is a bit ridiculous. Congradulate her for me. Here we had a wedding as well, as you’ll see in the pictures. The bride was an RM that we know pretty well named Chomi. It was all pretty great, and there was a lot of sweet food there. And the little kid’s name is Brandon. He’s the son of Will, one of the guys who is still in prison. The kid looked like a stud, so I took some pics. Sweet.

Alright, I’m running out of time. I hope you all keep doing amazing, and keep sending me pictures and stuff. By the way, I know it’s super expensive to send packages, so you don’t have to send the highlighter things now. But thanks in advance for the Christmas package. I’ll try not to open it until the 25. By the way, they celebrate the 24 here. Weird, huh?

I love you all!

Elder David Arrington

Week 16 in Atiquizaya – Feeling a little “baggy.”

Same old sense of humor, and still working hard.  David appears to be having some challenging times finding investigators, but also some successes as well.  Oh, and so much for the warm showers….

This week’s subject:  “What are the odds that trapdoor would lead me out here?”

Wow. I feel tired. I have no idea why, but I feel like the last week I’ve just had no energy. It’s a little bit lame.

Hey, before I forget, I had some news to tell you all. I get to call home in nineteen days. I’m sure you weren’t counting, either...

And really fast, I must express a little surprise. I hadn’t heard at all that Sarah is engaged. She sent me a letter in the MTC that said she almost was, but that they weren’t going to for a while because of some problem. That’s lame. As the king’s brother, I should’ve been first in line! So I’m a little funned out from that. Do me a favor and have a bunch of people text her saying that she should’ve told me. A lot of people.

I was thinking a little about Adam and James coming over in ninja jedi sith thing costumes, and I have to admit, it makes sense. Why wouldn’t they? Seems pretty basic logic to me. And I love that that whole group just kind of snuck into the movie at home. That kind of makes me baggy. I miss stuff like that.

So, what’s with the chimp and the bug? Can we get back to me? First, we had a few major frustrations this week. We’ve had a pretty rough time finding new investigators lately, so we’re running out of them. Being a missionary apparently means you lose a lot of people. But we were teaching this one lady named Delmis. She had met with the missionaries for years and years, but told us that she never got baptized because she got offended and stopped coming to church. So we were working with her for five, six, seven weeks trying to get her to come back so she could be baptized. Then, on Thursday, we went over and she had completely changed. She said she knew she had to come back to church, and that she had left the old stuff behind her. She even told us that a few days before we found her she had had a dream with us in it, where we came and started leading us down a straight and narrow path. Cool, right? We thought so too. Until we found out she was baptized in 2004. Gah! And to top it off, she didn’t come to church yesterday. Brilliant.

We were also teaching this man named Ruban, who has been out of work for a few months because his arm got stuck in a tiling machine and broke in six places. It’s apparently rather painful. But he and his wife were sweet. He especially really wanted to learn and know if what we were telling him was true. Then, last week, we went over to talk to him and he had a friend over. The friend just kept trying to Bible bash us, but with stupid things. Like "If Joseph Smith was really a prophet, how does he fit into the parable of the great dinner?" Well, since that has absolutely nothing to do with prophets of any kind, it’s hard to answer that. But the next time we went over, this week, Ruban’s whole attitude had changed. He told us he wouldn’t pray about the Book of Mormon because only the Bible can be the word of God. And he threw out some scriptures for us, like the one in Revelations. Clearly he talked to this friend too much. But super frustrating. We’re planning a lesson right now that’s just focused on answering all these questions.

We were supposed to have some correlations with our ward mission leader and orient all the ward missionaries so they can start into the sweet ward mission plan we have. Nobody showed up. Nobody. That’s about all there is to say about that.

On Thursday we had a meeting in San Salvador. That was pretty sweet, actually. Good times. We learned a lot, and it was fun to see a lot of these missionaries there. I’m starting to get to know a lot more of them. I didn’t see Elder Duzzett, though. It was only with half the mission. Apparently he’s far away. And I hear just after he got here he baptized a family of five. Figures.

The good, though, was that we found a new investigator this week. One. But I think he may get baptized pretty soon. This month, if we can manage it. He already had a Book of Mormon, and had kind of studied it a bit, even though he can’t read too well. And he’s in super humble circumstances. And actually half crazy. But he really has a desire to follow Christ, and has a lot of faith. We challenged him to baptism in the first lesson, and he not only accepted, he stopped the lesson so that he could pray to find out if it was right. That’s cool. And then he came to church yesterday, and he loved it. I hope he makes it. He’s a really just nice guy that’s been through too much.

So that’s my week. Sorry if it sounded sad. I didn’t write it in a sad way, that’s just what happened. I’m actually in a pretty good mood. I love being out here and working for the Lord. There’s some pretty sweet times out here. There’s a lot of not so sweet ones, but still a lot of sweet ones.

I don’t even think I have time to respond to everything you guys did this week. It sounded super busy. I realized at some point this week that everyone is getting ready for Christmas there, and that you probably already had the tree. It was kind of weird, because here the only thing that reminds me that Christmas is coming up is that people throw stupidly loud fireworks at 3am that make it impossible to sleep.

Hey, cool story. The showerhead I bought broke a while back, so we kept having to fix it and stuff. It was kind of ghetto, but worked. But last week it caught on fire and melted. There go our hot showers. But I’m getting used to the cold again.

As for pictures this week, I uploaded a few of our little tree. It’s a little sad, but we’re missionaries, so we’re almost never home anyway. I also took a bunch of scenic pictures, and a few of a couple white trees that Elder Wardlow and I spent some time to throw rocks at one day since we were frustrated. And there’s a picture of some random dogs. And a lot of these random metal sculpture things. People make those a lot, and there’s a good six or seven giant metal sculptures of Christ on the cross, and they’re more creepy than anything else. I’ll get pictures of those next time.

Alright, I hope you all keep doing great. Christmas sounds like a blast, and I’m kind of baggy now, but it’s great that you’re all enjoying it. Thanks for fasting for us, too. I’ll be more than happy to get those blessings, but hopefully I can send some back your way, too. I love you all!

Elder David Arrington

Follow up: And I forgot to mention that some of the pictures are of a birthday party we  had for Bishop Retana’s wife, which was fun. And Bishop Retana is the old bishop who is now our ward mission leader. And I sent a picture of my scripture markers because they’re running out, so you could send me more of this same kind (maybe a couple) for Christmas. Just if you want to, and you haven’t sent me anything yet.