New area, Perm...New companion. Elder Gilming from Cali...
I just arrived to Perm last Wednesday so there’s not a lot to write home about. Next weeks letter should have a little more detail. Today, however, will be another brief outline of last week’s happenings.
Last Monday was our final pday in Ufa. We didn’t do anything special except that Elder Shreeve and I went out to find boots and we ended up lost, and on a bus that took us all around the city. I have to admit, it was a good time and a fun experience to see the areas where we served one last time, and reflect back on the good memories we made, the great people we were fortunate enough to meet, get to know, and grow to love. I am a better person to have had the opportunity to serve among these terrific people.
When Tuesday rolled around we had all our stuff packed and ready to go. We left in the middle of the night for the train station where we met a ton of members, mostly the youth, who came to say good bye to us. Yeah…another very difficult good bye!! I love these people and grew so attached to them. They are all so amazing! I don’t know why these goodbyes have to be so dang hard for me to deal with, but they are. Often times I wish I could serve my entire mission in just one area. But I realize that this is part of missionary life. If anyone reads this from Ufa, I hope they know how much I love them and miss them. I have loved all of the areas I have been in and honestly having to leave an area stinks.
We arrived to Ekat at around 3 and I left around 4 for Perm. The train ride wasn’t the best, there was a constant draft of cold air that blew in pretty fast, but I survived. The first thing on our agenda was to move to a different area right away. We actually ended up with a cool apartment that used to be the sisters, and they now have the piece of junk we were living in.
We met most of the members here on Sunday which was really cool. Shortly after meeting everyone and getting a grip on my new surroundings I soon find out that our area boundaries have changed, and now I’m not exactly sure who is in our area. Oh well.
Our apartment is very nice and in a cool location which is in the middle of the city. To make things even better, we have all the great sites with decent stores as well. The best part is that there is a Mexican food restaurant right outside our house!!! How cool is that???
My Comp is Elder Gilming from Cali and is way cool. He is pretty dang new, but it should be really fun to serve with him.
Again, sorry for the short email, like I said, not much to write about yet...next week should be more informative.
It’s difficult to get my mind off all the people back in Ufa. I found my prayer last night turned into a long list of names.I finally laid down I still couldn’t stop thinking about all of them.
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Men cross their legs in Russia...
Chad's MTC Mission Group
Dewey, Veirig, Smith, Bro. Lafferty, Stewart, Heath, Vernon
Another group shot
P-DAY AT THE MTC
Missionaries going to Russia
Elder Dewey and Sister Missionary
petting their invisible dog...
the short and the tall...
Me and Elder "Germany" I can't pronounce his real name. He is Way Cool!
Chad and Elder Germany doing the presidential handshake...
Who Are You Boy? (Poem to a Missionary from a Russian Convert)
Who are you boy? You journeyed to this land of ours. This land where I have endured my days And felt oppression kill my soul And forced 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 of 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 are from, faith is free. But it has a price for me. When I have pain, I have my bottle. Hurt dies quick when you drown it in vodka. That's enough to warm my soul. I work, I sleep, the days go by - I am 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 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.
The night Chad was set a-part as a Full-Time Missionary...