Many Are Called But Few Are Frozen: I'm Training!

Monday, November 23, 2015

I'm Training!

Hey everyone!

I learned this week that I will be training. My trainees name is Elder De Sandre. I have seen a picture of him and he looks really excited. I will still be living in Angarsk with Elder Lyman but instead of it just being only me and him, we will have 4 elders in that apartment. Elder Lyman's new companion is a guy that is from his home ward. What are the chances?

I am still in Vlad and it awesome here. It was really warm when I first got here but now it is very cold. I got reunited with Elder Lyman this week who stayed in Angarsk and he stayed it was -28 there. Time to see what my coat is made of. I am really lucky to have a senior missionary in my apartment because some of the other missionaries are completely solo and are going to be alone in their own apartment.

It is weird seeing the AP's about to go home. This is their last full day. Tomorrow they work until 5 and then they go to the mission home and have a meal there and get interviewed by president. And then they're off bright and early to the airport at 6:00. These 5 months have gone by so fast. The elderly couple the Huntsman's go home as well on Wednesday.

I got a way nice tie from the AP's and a few other things from them. We went and taught this man named Y. He lives in the outskirts of town. We went into his house that was darkly lighted and there was so much stuff everywhere. He played Elder Perry in chess and beat him in 3 moves. It is hard to teach him anything because he is always going off on random tangents and he speaks really fast. Interesting investigator. I think he has read the whole Book of Mormon. He knows all about the church history and when things happened and where. Hopefully we can help him receive this great gospel.

We went searching for a less active and the map we had took us onto a high mountain overlooking Vlad. I wish I would have had my camera on me. It was so beautiful, you could see all the tall buildings and the ocean. I always forget that we are next to the ocean because we mostly just stay in center.

I'll bring my camera next week and hopefully then I will have more time to write.

I love you all!

Elder Wilding

With the AP's

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Who are you, boy? Poem to Missionaries from Russian Convert, circa 2000

Who are you boy? For a boy you are journeyed to this land of ours, this land where I've endured my days. And felt oppression kill my soul and force me into some tight mold. And teach me that I should not hope unless I care to smell the smoke of dreams that the Red Army tamed. Who are you boy, from this land of plenty, teaching God, if there is any. You have all; we have none. Do you know what that feels like, son? And yet, you ask me to believe in something that I cannot see; some force you say will bring me joy. Do you know what that feels like, boy? Where you're from, faith is free, but it has a price for me. When I have pain, I have my bottle. Hurt dies quick when you down it with Vodka. That's enough to warm my soul. I work, I sleep, the days go by--I'm waiting for the day I die. You don't understand this place. You say believe, obey, have faith, live life well, serve and give. Here in Russia, we just live. Who are you, boy? Why did you come? To save a soul who once was numb. To teach a wretched, hateful, man who cursed your help, refused your hand. I thought that we were worlds apart. So how is it that you knew my heart? A fraction my age, you calmed my rage; mercy paid my generous wage. I should have been left behind. It is hard to love my kind. Hope in your heart, power in your hands, why did you come to this distant land? I know now, it was for me. The Red Curtain fell, but I was not free. Until a boy from nations away brought me my Lord, I bless the day. He led me to weep at my Master's feet, the American boy I met on the street--new and naive, still in his teens, with a message to bring the world to its knees. I thought that the truth would come from another--I did not know this boy was my brother.