Monday, November 29, 2010

Email Received November 24, 2010


Heeeee. Illinois weather is CRAZY.

So, In general, we've been hovering around the high-30s to the low 40s. Cold, but not unpleasant. Then Monday, it was (drum roll please!)  65 degrees out! it was warm and muggy, and it rained hard. We ended up spending about an hour just sitting in the car doing some extra planning because of lightning warnings. A tornado Jumped over Harvard, and we made plans to help out if there was, in fact, any tornado damage.

So, then Tuesday, we had a high of (drum roll again:)  34 degrees. VERY cold: the humidity made a huge difference. We got to the evening, and as things began to frost over, and even though it was actually colder. it began to feel warmer, because the moisture was freezing out of the air. We were lucky we didn't have to tract all day, because you stand outside for a few minutes and your toes go numb.

Now it's just plain cold. We’re in full-on winter. We’re looking forward to going shovel-tracting, though.

Not much going on, we're just perfecting our finding techniques. I've got a boatload of pictures to send you, and I hope to have time tomorrow to send them to you.

Hope you're turkey day is the best.

Items to add to the Christmas list:
  • Wa-mart gift card (we do 90% of our shopping there, and they have an AMAZING collection of fedoras this year. I'm going to take a picture and send it to you.)
  • A pillow of any size shape or age. I don't really have one, and the one I have here is a little too flat.


Email Received November 17, 2010


So, the elders go the bear's share of the investigators when the area split, including all of our recent converts and baptismal dates. In fact, they got pretty much everything.

We're doing alright; we're just doing a LOT of finding. We spent all of Monday knocking doors in an area everyone told us was full of Hispanics. Yeah, not so much. We ask them if they know any neighbors that speak Spanish. It's depressingly hilarious because we get the typical video game responses of "I couldn't tell you anything; try asking the blacksmith," and so on.

Hermana Lockwood is AMAZING. She's 23 years old (and will be returning home a "menace to society," according Brigham Young) she was in the intermediate Spanish program in the MTC, and is just plain cool. She is double majoring at BYU (Her degree is still in limbo, as her community college is not sending the right transcripts to the Y) in Special education and Math Education. She’s just so sweet and so ready to be here. We're getting to be good friends.

That said, she' the only new thing this week. We didn't have district meeting Monday, and we've been knocking, sooo...

Everyone is putting Christmas stuff up, and I got bit. I put up the tree you gave me, and three other small trees we found in the apartment. It makes the apartment feel way more cozy, but I plan on giving one of the trees to the elders in McHenry, since they're in a new apartment and don't have all the missionary detritus that accumulates over the years.

So, since the trees are up, here's the list of things I might like:
  • 1 box Pocky, and one dark chocolate (orange, raspberry, whatever you feel is good. I'll split it with my companion.) Any more candy than this will simply be given away. (Nuts will be gladly accepted.)
  • 1 hat (use own judgment. Red or black beret suggested)
  • The Statedler pencil I requested last year (I've forgotten the model number to my sadness. I know it was a 20XX, the Xs being unknown numbers. It was noted in a snail-mail, not an e-mail, otherwise I'd have record of it.)
  • Scarves, gloves, socks, not really suggested. I have a lot.
  • Music, with judgment (ask to see someone's copy of the missionary handbook.)
  • Pictures welcome, as is money, although at this point, I'd rather that all money goes into my savings account.
  • Referrals: not necessarily to me, but I would consider it a great gift for you to give the missionaries someone to teach. Even better if you let the missionaries teach them in your homes.

Love you all, and hope you have an awesome Thanksgiving.

Email Received November 10, 2010


Heeeee. Guess whaaaat.

Transfers are today, and I'm training.

I'm terrified. (There is no smiley for terrified, is there?)

So, her name is Sister Lockwood. She's from Salt Lake. When I actually get to know her, I'll tell you more. In addition to this, my area has been split, and the district changed, and everyone with experience has gone home. IE I might as well be the first sister District Leader.

I'm shaking.

The branch is doing well. I've got some stuff I want to send you in the mail.

Sorry this is so short, but I'm nervous... and out of time.

Looove youuu aaaaall

Maren Jones

Friday, November 5, 2010

Email Received November 3, 2010


Ok, Miracle of the month: Araceli Saldana.

Flash back to # 47, When we were in a blind panic about Agustin. The elders had forwarded a Spanish-speaking couple to us. One was a member who had been active for some years, the other was his loving but extremely shy wife. We met them after church, and set up a follow-up appointment, all the while, Araceli is sitting there looking at us funny.

(That night, she went to work with her husband. She told him that while she was willing to take the discussions, she was going to take everything slowly, and see where all this lead her. If we pushed baptism on her, she would stop.)

Well, that Tuesday, we meet them in the Crystal Lake Chapel, with Presidente Olvera coming along with us. We talk briefly, and Have an excellent first lesson. (See Preach My Gospel, Chapter 3, Lesson 1) When we get to the part about Joseph Smith, she shares a story about how when Shared (Book of Mormon name, BTW. check the last few chapters of Ether) and her were first dating; how her family all told her that the Mormons worshipped Joseph Smith, but Shared and his family all said that this was not true. She was studying both the Bible and a few Liahonas, (Intl version of the church magazines), but still felt confused. She prayed for god to help her understand.

That night she dreamed about an image of Joseph Smith (see attached), with the text, "We do not worship Joseph Smith." She had never seen the picture before, and thought the whole thing very odd.

The next morning, she found the pile of Liahonas on her breakfast table had moved slightly, revealing the one issue she had not yet looked at. (Dec 2005)  On the cover was the picture from her dream. Startled, she opened the magazine to exactly this point:

"We do not worship the Prophet. We worship God our Eternal Father and the risen Lord Jesus Christ. But we acknowledge the Prophet; we proclaim him; we respect him; we reverence him as an instrument in the hands of the Almighty in restoring to the earth the ancient truths of the divine gospel, together with the priesthood through which the authority of God is exercised in the affairs of His Church and for the blessing of His people."

As she tearfully related this experience, she realized that she had received not just a clarification of the Gospel Doctrines, but also a firm confirmation that Joseph Smith was in fact a prophet, and that this is his church in Latter Days. We asked if she would be baptized, and she told us "The sooner, the better." We fixed the date for October 23. Her husband (who had been watching the whole thing wide eyed 0_0) unswallows his tongue and says that he never imagined this would happen, and that he knows we were called of god to teach them: the reason that Araceli had been watching us so funny in church was because she was sure that she has met us before. He shared a few experiences of his mission, and testified of the divinity of the work.

Talking with Presidente Olvera later that week, we asked if Shared would be ready in time to baptize his wife. Presidente said probably not, that it would be better to choose someone else.

Araceli just flew through the lessons. We resolved several of her long-time concerns, and she became less and less shy. It was like teaching our best friends. We choose Hermano Wachlin, one of the branch councilors, to do the baptism.

Last appointment before the baptism, we're putting the finishing touches on the program. President Olvera is interviewing Shared to check on his progress. We are just about to explain that Hno Wachlin just had something come up, when Presidente comes out. He asks us who we had planned to do the baptism. We explain the situation. He looks at Araceli and asks, completely deadpan: "How about if Hermano Shared Saldana does the baptism?"

Of course, she cries, he cries, we cry, and we all know it's a miracle. 

The baptism goes off without any major problems. (we ended up using a plate to cover the drain in the font because the rubber plug had broken.) That same day, she goes out to help us with a couple appointments. She gets the Holy Ghost the next day, and has begun to absolutely blossom under it's influence. She's not nearly so shy anymore.

This past Sunday, the Saldanas were called as ward missionaries.  They're so thrilled, and we are so honored to have been able to work with them.

Whew. That took a bit.

Transfers are next week. Hermana Mendoza is going home, with about half of our district. I'm probably going to be training. Not to mention our area is getting split, and the English program we were temporarily covering is still going to be really green. I might as well be the first Sister District Leader (joking). Things should be interesting for w while.

Love ya lots. Be good.

Email Received October 13, 2010


It's been a good week. We've boosted our contacting a lot, although all attempts to go knocking have failed. Hermana Mendoza has never really been knocking in her whole mission, because she knocks the first door, and they let her in. ^_^. We feel good.

General conference was a blast. I now know how to work the satellite system, as they guy who the English branch sent had no idea what he was doing, and I do well with computers. ^_^. not many people came, but it was good. Mariana was there, and she used up my whole notebook for coloring. ^_^

Not much else going on this week.

We have one investigator, and there's no gentle way to say this, who is dying. She has terminal Cancer, and has recently lost all her appetite. She's on date, but Hermana and I are nervous for her. The situation is so serious, and we're terrified every time she's late for an appointment. at the same time, the situation is kinda funny too. or maybe I just have a morbid sense of humor. It is weird to think that "endure to the end" might only mean a week or two, but as the parable of the laborers illustrates, it's enough.

Not much to say. take care, love you, Wish I could see how much you all have changed.

Maren Jones