good thing I only have a few weeks left...my clothes are falling apart
(Elder Ellsworth and Elder Dewey)
Elder Dewey and Elder Stewart. (MTC Companions)
Well, this week was a complete roller coaster! It was pretty crazy. Monday-Thursday were pretty good days. We had a good show up at English club and some really good meetings with actives, less actives, and investigators. Friday is where things get really interesting. We had a really good meeting with one of our investigators and we watched the film "The Testament" which is about the Book of Mormon and Bible around the time when Christ lived. It is a really great video, but it does have a few parts in it that make you stop to think or maybe even worry just a bit what the investigator is thinking. But in the end she loved the movie. It was a really good lesson and the spirit was really strong when we were able to testify at the end. So we went home and I felt like I was just floating on clouds, I was so happy and everything felt so good and so right. Then I received some bad news about something (don't really want to go into any details) that left me feeling pretty down. On Saturday we had a really good day, but I was still bothered by what I had heard. We had a Easter Party which was pretty fun. Sunday ended up being the best day of the entire week. We had a great sacrament meeting followed by a couple of other great meetings. We also were able to fast to help our investigators except baptism and receive answers to her prayers. It was a great Sunday. Later Sunday night we met with our investigator and her daughter who is a member. We talked about commandments and a few other things. It was a great meeting and it felt like a huge miracle was put right in front of our face. There are so many other details, but I can't really explain and I know I don't need to. It's good enough to say that I know that the Lord lifts us to new heights after we have gone through the hardest trials unwavering. I really am grateful for this oppurtinutity I have to serve here in Tyumen. The time I've had here has been amazing and I couldn't imagine a better way of ending my mission. Well, 2 more weeks!! love you all!! Elder Dewey
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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...