The apartment is a 4 missionary apartment- so it’s 4 of us. It’s a lot of fun. Our flat (apartment) is on the second story
and its 2 bedrooms and a kitchen with a washer (but it doesn’t work.) Then one extra room and the other two
companions use it for a study. Two
bathrooms. It was really cheaply made so the walls are thin. And there’s mold in the walls, you can smell
it. My companion said that when they
broke a wall last transfer that the inside of the wall was just covered with
mold and crap. We are living on top of a
bank. So I hope there isn’t a robbery
and a bomb goes off, because there goes all my stuff with it.
The ward is diverse ethnic converts. About
100 members so really small. The area is
not what I expected at all. I expected
it to be like all white Englanders and the area has a lot of
diversity. Muslims, Hindu, Indians,
Blacks, Mexicans- all different diversities.
Our area is mostly public transportation but we are still
walking about 4-5 miles each day. Pretty
big area and we takes buses and subways to the places we can and then walk to
where we need. I have lost 10 pounds
since I felt home. I weigh 145 now, and
I weighed 157 when I left home, and 160 when I left the MTC. Crazy…. My favorite part of the MTC was food. Out in the field I have been eating canned
fruit, cereal and tuna fish sandwiches so far.
And drinking a lot of water. I have grown some, must be all the
walking. But my pants are not as long as
they used to be. May need to length them
by the end of this transfer, we will see.
On Thursday we had a dinner appointment with a sister in the ward. She lived in a foreign and she and her
husband moved here with her 2 kids. When
they got here there were some issues and she raising the kids on your own now. So she lives in a tiny upstairs of a restaurant. One room about the size of my bedroom, with
two kids with her. She is an amazing
lady. She is doing all she can to
support her kids and she sells cleaning supplies. Still after all of that, she feeds the
missionaries for the blessings she will get.
We have 12 investigators and 3 of them have baptism
dates.
What surprised me most is just everything- it’s a mission
not a vacation.
A few firsts
- I finally shaved for the first time on my
mission- now 3 weeks in. And I really don’t
need to, it was just peach fuzz that was annoying.
- I have ironed 3 shirts!!!!!
- The first day here, they took all of the
greenies and had them go find people on the street. The first person and the
last person I stopped went inside the visitor’s center and went to church
yesterday!
- Hottest day in 7 years here- 39 Celsius. [about 102 Fahrenheit] It’s super hot, we
aren’t wearing our suit jackets because it’s so hot here. I would rather by moving handlines than be
out in this hot weather tracting.
Good thing I don’t need to shave that much, I’m saving that
money and using it on kleenexs. I am
going through about a box a week. My
allergies are horrible. My eyes were so
bloodshot yesterday that the bishop ask me if I got high…. I am using the Zyrtec every day, but they are
still bad.
My 2nd day on a mission, we ran into this guy on
the street and he was like “Oh, still believe in that old book. The Book of
Mormon.” And we were like “yes.” Well 25 minutes later he threatened me
multiple times saying we were hypocrites and liars that brainwash people. He
believes in evolution. I said that the
Book of Mormon brings me happiness. He said, “Ok, so when we are in Somalia and
I have a gun and you have that book. Boom I kill you, there goes your
happiness.” Wow- what a total jerk. Funny though he couldn’t stick to his story,
he kept changing it around a lot.
Tracting is pretty hard to get people to listen. They just aren’t
open to much stuff. You have the ones
who won’t open the door. Then you have the ones that open it and say “no”. Then you have the ones that say “sure” and
they never call us back. Then my favorites-
the ones that preach to us and try to tear us down. We just leave them because they are not
willing to accept change.
Something that brought me peace was Doctrine and Covenants
100. In the first verse, instead of my
friends Sidney and Joseph I put my name. Then in verse 14, instead of Orson
Hyde and John Gould, I put some of my friends’ names in. It was amazing just the realization was. You should look it up definitely.
[verse 1- Verily, thus saith
the Lord unto you, my friends Sidney and Joseph, your families are well; they
are in mine hands,
and I will do with them as seemeth me good; for in me there is all power. ]
verse 14-15 Thy brethren, my
servants Orson Hyde and John Gould, are in my hands; and inasmuch as they keep
my commandments they shall be saved. Therefore, let your hearts be comforted; for
all things
shall work together for good to them that walk uprightly, and to the
sanctification of the church.]
I am still a little homesick, missing the farm, friends,
family and dogs. But I am getting
better, I have decided I am going to stay until I am not homesick anymore. By that time I will want to stay, just kinda
a thing that tricks my brain. Ya know-
but it’s going better I am just staying focused in my missionary work and
trying to do all that I can to not think about home, cause I miss it.
President and Sister Jordan are very nice and really going
to be good parents for the two years that I will be here. They called a few
times already just to check in with me to see how I am doing.
Also the chapel we have, we use it a lot- for teaching
people- chapel tours- use the computer for missionary stuff- and extra study
area because that way we are not comfortable (like in our own home) so we aren’t
sleepy. We use it a lot.
I am also very very tired all the time. It’s pretty rough not to fall asleep while
studying and such. Just can’t catch up
on my sleep and probably won’t for the next two years.
We can listen to a lot of music. New guidelines are anything that is inviting
to the spirit. So we listen to movie soundtracks without lyrics and Disney
soundtracks, Piano Guys, a lot of stuff.
My p-days will be on Mondays, except for transfer weeks, and
then it will be Tuesdays. I wear my
white shirt and tie while on p-days because that’s what the handbook says. Everyone can have my e-mail address to send
things to me. But I only have 1 ½ hours
to e-mail and so I won’t be able to respond to many of them. Letters can be sent to my apartment, but all
packages have to go through the mission home address.
Thanks for everything, Love Elder Stevenson