On the Road (train/bus) Again... Ekat, Tyumen, Kurgan and back to Tyumen...
Hello again, Well, here it goes again...another short and to the point letter/email with no apologies. It's best that I am too busy to draft a lengthy email/letter. I've decided that I am no longer going to promise a better/longer letter next week, because it most likely wont happen, besides I am down to my last few weeks so what ever I leave out I will have the chance to share with you in person when I return home! With that being said, here is this weeks quick run down of events. Monday, we had a pretty relaxing Pday spending time with the Palmers. I really have enjoyed serving around them, they are the coolest senior couple. I've picked up some pretty crazy sayings from them, for example, "He's got bats in his bellfree", and "he is chasing lizards". I had no idea what these sayings meant until I had the opportunity to spend some time with them taking them to meetings. Tuesday, we got up at 5am to make our trip to Ekat for our meeting at the Presidents. Wednesday, we arrived to Tyumen pretty late. Thursday, we spent time at the church moving stuff around and putting things together. Friday, we spent more time at the church putting things together and had some really great meetings as well. Saturday, we woke up at 5am to make to Kurgan to do a baptismal interview and we are still here but headed back to Tyumen tonight. I have really enjoyed my last few days here in Kurgan it's been awesome. Saying goodbye to everyone here was pretty tough. I sure love all the people that I have gotten to know here. Well, I need to run.
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Elder Chad M. Dewey ul. rabochikh 9 office 1 620131 Yekaterinburg, Russia
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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...