Family and Friends,
My last email that I sent out was short. I was not feeling the best when I sent it. However, I feel great now and would like to give a true update on how my week was for all ya´ll.
Missionaries Tale:
So the life of a missionary never was and never will be a fairy tale. Yes the mission does begin with "Once upon a time..." and the hope is it will end with "...happily ever after!" but there is a LOT between "Once upon a time..." and "...happily ever after!" We missionaries, like in the fairy tales fight monsters, adventure to exotic places (Sorry you lost out on that one Elder Robinson II), take on quests, meet enchanted peoples, learn, grow, receive battle scars (or parasites), and every now and again we come out conqueror (baptisms). I have seen all of these phases in my mission and I will relive many of these phases time and time again until I am once again home safe. So here we go...
Once upon a time... there was a young man known to all as the Great Lord Jethro. (In this story, to save on ink and unnecessary red tape... the Great Lord Jethro will be known by his shorter title: Elder Robinson). Elder Robinson lived in a far away land, far from home, friends, family, and loved ones. He would arise each morning, exercise, eat, and prepare. Every day he was expected to face unknown foes in overgrown forests, or witty thieves on dusty open roads, but through it all Elder Robinson was prepared. Using a book as protection and with a trusty Aid at his side (commonly called: the companion) he braved every day... never knowing if it would be his last.
Our story for this evening brings us to a time in the tale of Robinson the Great, or otherwise known as, Elder Robinson, when he was roaming in the Shiredom of Fatima where the Virgin Queen Fatima herself ruled as the Great Matriarch. In this untamed realm Elder Robinson was to establish the Kingdom of his great Master and King Christ. Starting the early morning of Monday, before the average dragon and bluebird had awakened Elder Robinson was busy preparing himself for the weekly preparations. With other Elders, known as the Great Castro of Collinsbury, and the Great Hebdon of Wishingsberg (hereto after known as respectively: Elder Castro and Elder Hebdon) he began a treacherous 3 week routine to increase his physical strength and durability. Arising every morning, to the sounds of the early market, they three would brave the home-made-weight-set and the "Perfect Pushup" bars until, with prideful delight, they three were doing 120 pushups. Not important to the story.
This week would bring news of great fortune to our beloved Elder Robinson. Monday at dusk leaders called to inform Elder Robinson that he and his band would be expected in the Cement Jungle of Guayaquil to conference with their grand General Montalti. Tuesday passed in a rush. Elder Robinson and his trusted companion Elder Cruz spent the day preparing for a Sacred Service of Baptism for one of their beloved friends. As they prepared it came to the general attention of all that Sara Suares of Vargas would not be pursuing her dreams to baptise. She, having lost desire and valor, would rather postpone. With loving respect both Elder Robinson and Elder Cruz acknowledged her decision and continued to prepare the service for Squire Smith Jesus of Vargas Tomala.
Wednesday, early, mounting a steel steed Elder Robinson and Cruz road to the Cement Jungle of Guayaquil and conferenced with their Grand General Montalti. Excitement, emotion, lies, humor, and deceit were part of the conference process and with a quick smile and a cunning stare... the Elders returned to their home in the land of Miracles. With much to think about and more than a little fear to face the trials ahead Elder Robinson and Elder Cruz went back to work. Unfazed, undaunted, happy, with the knowledge that the Eye is ever watchful.
Thursday, with the help of faithful Rolando the Elders changed the coarse of the war they had waged and moved the front lines (and their house) to the shiredom of the heretofore mentioned Queen Fatima. From the close proximity of their current holding the Elder Robinson could wage a more perfect war against sin and ignorance, advancing the Kingdom of the King Christ. Though, tough as it was, Elder Robinson and Elder Cruz had to live alone without the ever present protection of Elder Castro and Elder Hebdon (who having been poisoned weeks previously and still being sick was finally diagnosed with parasites). The fellowship of 3 had split and in a future tale we shall see if Elder Robinson keeps up with his morning workout routine. Not important to the story.
Friday Elder Robinson fled to the Land of Miracles yet again to fight beside Elder Castro in the far reaches of the land among the fields of locusts and scanty dogs. Elder Hebdon fought alongside Elder Cruz in the Shiredom of Fatima and without fail everyone prevailed! Even during this great day the Mistriss Avila married her fiance Mister Gonzalez, so that he might be baptised the following week.
Saturday was the Grand Banquet Baptism of Squire Smith Jesus of Vargas Tomala. Baptised by his brother: Sir Santiago of Vargas Tomala. A memorable night never to be forgotten. And though Smith was not bestowed with the Gift of the Holy Spirit (The following day) he has been put to oath that he will attend the next Sunday to receive the Heavenly Gift. Sir Santiago of Vargas Tomala blessed the emblems of our King Christ during the Sunday Meetings and with a twinkle in his eye and joy in his heart Elder Robinson finished his week the Great Conqueror.
Finishing the night, calling all of his troops home and receiving an accounting from every one Elder Robinson, The Great Lord Jethro began to prepare for his next long week. And climbing into bed, with a prayer of thanksgiving to his great Lord and God... Elder Robinson finished his week... Happily ever after.
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Elder Robinson
My last email that I sent out was short. I was not feeling the best when I sent it. However, I feel great now and would like to give a true update on how my week was for all ya´ll.
Missionaries Tale:
So the life of a missionary never was and never will be a fairy tale. Yes the mission does begin with "Once upon a time..." and the hope is it will end with "...happily ever after!" but there is a LOT between "Once upon a time..." and "...happily ever after!" We missionaries, like in the fairy tales fight monsters, adventure to exotic places (Sorry you lost out on that one Elder Robinson II), take on quests, meet enchanted peoples, learn, grow, receive battle scars (or parasites), and every now and again we come out conqueror (baptisms). I have seen all of these phases in my mission and I will relive many of these phases time and time again until I am once again home safe. So here we go...
Once upon a time... there was a young man known to all as the Great Lord Jethro. (In this story, to save on ink and unnecessary red tape... the Great Lord Jethro will be known by his shorter title: Elder Robinson). Elder Robinson lived in a far away land, far from home, friends, family, and loved ones. He would arise each morning, exercise, eat, and prepare. Every day he was expected to face unknown foes in overgrown forests, or witty thieves on dusty open roads, but through it all Elder Robinson was prepared. Using a book as protection and with a trusty Aid at his side (commonly called: the companion) he braved every day... never knowing if it would be his last.
Our story for this evening brings us to a time in the tale of Robinson the Great, or otherwise known as, Elder Robinson, when he was roaming in the Shiredom of Fatima where the Virgin Queen Fatima herself ruled as the Great Matriarch. In this untamed realm Elder Robinson was to establish the Kingdom of his great Master and King Christ. Starting the early morning of Monday, before the average dragon and bluebird had awakened Elder Robinson was busy preparing himself for the weekly preparations. With other Elders, known as the Great Castro of Collinsbury, and the Great Hebdon of Wishingsberg (hereto after known as respectively: Elder Castro and Elder Hebdon) he began a treacherous 3 week routine to increase his physical strength and durability. Arising every morning, to the sounds of the early market, they three would brave the home-made-weight-set and the "Perfect Pushup" bars until, with prideful delight, they three were doing 120 pushups. Not important to the story.
This week would bring news of great fortune to our beloved Elder Robinson. Monday at dusk leaders called to inform Elder Robinson that he and his band would be expected in the Cement Jungle of Guayaquil to conference with their grand General Montalti. Tuesday passed in a rush. Elder Robinson and his trusted companion Elder Cruz spent the day preparing for a Sacred Service of Baptism for one of their beloved friends. As they prepared it came to the general attention of all that Sara Suares of Vargas would not be pursuing her dreams to baptise. She, having lost desire and valor, would rather postpone. With loving respect both Elder Robinson and Elder Cruz acknowledged her decision and continued to prepare the service for Squire Smith Jesus of Vargas Tomala.
Wednesday, early, mounting a steel steed Elder Robinson and Cruz road to the Cement Jungle of Guayaquil and conferenced with their Grand General Montalti. Excitement, emotion, lies, humor, and deceit were part of the conference process and with a quick smile and a cunning stare... the Elders returned to their home in the land of Miracles. With much to think about and more than a little fear to face the trials ahead Elder Robinson and Elder Cruz went back to work. Unfazed, undaunted, happy, with the knowledge that the Eye is ever watchful.
Thursday, with the help of faithful Rolando the Elders changed the coarse of the war they had waged and moved the front lines (and their house) to the shiredom of the heretofore mentioned Queen Fatima. From the close proximity of their current holding the Elder Robinson could wage a more perfect war against sin and ignorance, advancing the Kingdom of the King Christ. Though, tough as it was, Elder Robinson and Elder Cruz had to live alone without the ever present protection of Elder Castro and Elder Hebdon (who having been poisoned weeks previously and still being sick was finally diagnosed with parasites). The fellowship of 3 had split and in a future tale we shall see if Elder Robinson keeps up with his morning workout routine. Not important to the story.
Friday Elder Robinson fled to the Land of Miracles yet again to fight beside Elder Castro in the far reaches of the land among the fields of locusts and scanty dogs. Elder Hebdon fought alongside Elder Cruz in the Shiredom of Fatima and without fail everyone prevailed! Even during this great day the Mistriss Avila married her fiance Mister Gonzalez, so that he might be baptised the following week.
Saturday was the Grand Banquet Baptism of Squire Smith Jesus of Vargas Tomala. Baptised by his brother: Sir Santiago of Vargas Tomala. A memorable night never to be forgotten. And though Smith was not bestowed with the Gift of the Holy Spirit (The following day) he has been put to oath that he will attend the next Sunday to receive the Heavenly Gift. Sir Santiago of Vargas Tomala blessed the emblems of our King Christ during the Sunday Meetings and with a twinkle in his eye and joy in his heart Elder Robinson finished his week the Great Conqueror.
Finishing the night, calling all of his troops home and receiving an accounting from every one Elder Robinson, The Great Lord Jethro began to prepare for his next long week. And climbing into bed, with a prayer of thanksgiving to his great Lord and God... Elder Robinson finished his week... Happily ever after.
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Elder Robinson
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