Many Are Called But Few Are Frozen: Sakhalin: Transfer 3

Friday, December 2, 2016

Sakhalin: Transfer 3

Добрый День

I'M STAYING!!! Elder Lawrence from St. George is flying here after zone conference with me and our sisters. Sister Arrington is staying and Sister Kapralova who is Russian!! is coming. And also serving on Sakhalin is a senior couple named the Severookin's who are also Russian! They will start their mission in a few weeks in the eastern half of our mission. They live here and I have already known them for a while. So that means that district meetings are going to be held in Russian!! How exciting and that a lot of papers are going to have to be translated from the advanced English of our leaders into Russian. I'm excited!

I don't know why and I don't know how, but we haven't gone grocery shopping for like 2 weeks maybe 3 now and we still have food. We should probably go today but we'll make it even if we don't. We are leaving Monday (hence why I am writing today) and are returning Thursday night. 9 volunteers are going home on the 7th. This zone conference a ton of time is going to have to be devoted to departing testimonies. Elder Crabb who I served with in Ussirysk is one of those returning, when we were together he had a little more then I have right now. Life's crazy.

I got my hair cut. She told me she was going to try something new and I really had no say... and now I have find of a fo-hawk.

As you could see in the pictures when the construction crew was constructing that massive Christmas tree, one of their trucks popped on its side haha, besides that I haven't heard of any other accidents.

We met with an most interesting man - Ки. His name was in our phone so we gave him a call and finally got to meet. He was just in Moscow and had a meeting with Putin. He showed us pictures. He works in politics and is a very funny guy.

Last night was the going away party for Sister Bouwhiss and Elder King, talk about a try out! The place was packed with people. My sisters that I came in with are in the group that is going home. Luckily they go early and me late!

The snow keeps on coming down! The future looks good.

Elder Wilding

The tree going up

Haircut

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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.