Villa Elisa: June 5, 2000

Hey whole family,

This last week has been pretty darn hectic.  We moved to a different apartment, Elder Handy left, and I have to guide my new senior companion around.  His name is Elder Erickson.  He's from Phoenix.  Cool guy.  But before I get into that, I have a few words to say about your letters.  The first was from Dad.  No date was specified.

I was sorry to hear about your week you wrote about in your letter of April 24.
Thanks, but what did I write?  It's been too long.  I don't even remember what I wrote last week.

Work hard and love the people you are teaching.
I do.  I love these people.  Even the ones who reject me.  If I didn't love them, their rejections wouldn't hurt so much.

Our prayers are with you.
And mine with you.

Okay, this one's from Mom, dated May 5.

I am going to send this by regular mail to see if you get it sooner than pouch mail.
Doesn't look like it.  It took about a month both ways.

…the Catholic church is crumbling.
I probably shouldn't be happy about that, but I am.  Now all we have to do is get the Paraguayans to realize it.  I feel that a lot of them use "soy católico" (I'm Catholic) as a shield.  They are afraid of change, and that's what I bring.  It frustrates me when the people reject us without even hearing what we have to say.

And although we have kids who run wild also, the vast majority do not, or if they do, it only lasts a short period of time.
Maybe in the United States it's that way.  Here we have kids who run wild from 8am when church starts to 11am when it's over.  We missionaries usually have to herd the little br… I mean, darlings into their classes.  I haven't beat any of them yet, but I have taken my belt off.  Yes, really.  The parents think it's funny when we do stuff like that.  I miss the tranquility of church in Holbrook 1^st Ward.  Now watch.  When I get back, the bishop is going to call me to teach seven-year-olds [ed: I'm currently teaching children who are between six and eight years old—and I love it.].  So much for tranquility.

I also thought you might like a copy of the picture we had made in Silverton, Colorado.
Yeah!  That was cool.  Now all I have to do is find a place to put it… hmm…

The photo you sent with your first letter—is that your mission president and Sister Cheney?
Nope.  It's a picture of a typical Paraguayan tree.  It would have been really nice if those darn Mormons hadn't gotten in the way!

Now I'm going to talk about my week.  I don't remember what happened last Sunday.  Sorry.  Monday we moved from our old apartment.  This one is nicer in most aspects.  The other wasn't too bad, just always dirty dirty.  There's a few things we lack, though.  We need a sink in both the bathroom and in the kitchen.  Also, we're going to get hot water installed next month (rare in Paraguay) and in four months, a bidet.  This place will be awesome when it's all finished up.  It's too bad I'll be gone by then.  I won't be here in my greenie area for six months.

Tuesday, during the zone meeting, we found out that Elder Miller would be transfered to Encarnación.  This is about as far as Phoenix.  I won't get to see him any more until we're both in the Asunción area again.  After that, Elder Handy had to go to the office for his final interview.  Then, the branch had a good-bye thingy for him.

Elder Handy slept in until noon on Wednesday (he was sick; it's okay).  Then, we spent the day doing about nothing.  He went around to say bye bye to everyone.  I had to go along.  Quite boring, I must say.

Thursday, we went back to the office to send Elder Handy away.  We took a picture of the two of us together (the only picture he took in two months with me in it), then I killed him.  No, not really.  He went home and so died.  I was his companion at the time and so I killed him.  My new comp is Elder Erickson.  He's from Phoenix.  Cool guy.  I said it twice, so you know it's true.  I really think things will look up from now on.  Not only does he have the same desires to work as I do, we work together to do it.  I don't feel unimportant any more.

We had to go back to the old house to clean it on Friday.  As I said earlier, it was horrible.  But now it's all nice and clean.  The landlord only pulled out 100 mil [tr: thousand] [ed: guaranies, the Paraguayan currency] of the deposit.  We were certain he was going to try to take it all.  We did some real missionary work after that, but I don't recall anything cool.

Saturday was actually the day we met with the landlord.  When I gave him the keys, he said there were three more.  I didn't know what to do.  I had given him all that Elder Handy gave me.  Then an idea popped into my head: maybe the keys are in the doors.  The three doors were the interior doors, and I didn't even know they had keys.  We looked, and lo and behold, they were there!  Guess what.  The idea didn't pop into my head.  It was put there.  I've noticed little things like that all week.  I was on the bus Tuesday reading the Ensign, and the bus driver turned the interior lights on.  About a minute after I had put it away, he turned them off.  Wednesday morning.  I opened my study guide for the first time in Paraguay.  I chose (did I choose?) to study the Restoration, or more specifically, the prophecies concerning the Restoration.  That night, someone had questions about… what?  Yup.  Prophecies concerning the Restoration.

We gave a charla [tr: discussion] two to our new landlords on Sunday.  It didn't go too well.  Visitors came in the middle of it, then he had to leave for a bit.  Neither of them accepted baptism, but said they'd pray about it.  We'll see.  We dropped by Jorgelina's house, and found out that she's been reading an anti-LDS book.  Grr.  She said she's going to pray, also.

Oh, by the way.  I should have a baptism this week or the week to come.  Finally!  Their names are Wifrido and Lilian.  They had all six charlas before I got here, and we found out that they were found by the elder that Elder Handy replaced.  Elder Handy was here for six months.  Long time.  They have to get married before they can be baptized, and that's why it's taken so long.  She needs identification.  However, Elder Erickson told us that they could be married with a birth certificate.  Yay!

This week's Paraguayan Peek is going to be short.  This is my last page in this notebook.  The topic: newspapers.  It appears that there are no regulations on printed material.  Elder Handy told me that sometimes they show pictures of people who have been brutally murdered.  One newspaper line always has a picture of a woman who is, shall we say, scantily clad on the front page.  I guess they need something to get people to buy.  Plus, a lot of the stories aren't true.  Hmm.  Worth buying?  Nope.  Worth reading?  Nope.

Um.  Yeah.  Bye?  Love ya!

Joe

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Villa Elisa: May 27, 2000

Simper people,

Yeah, I'm writing early.  We'll move on Monday, and Elder Handy leaves on Thursday, so I took time to write tonight.  This means that this letter will be a bit short because Sunday and Monday will be left out, plus the fact that I didn't get a letter from you this week.

Tuesday was action-packed.  We had zone meeting, which went as usual.  My agenda has three names on it for all day long.  Two of them weren't there and the third told us to go away and not come back.  Oh, well.  It's his immortal soul.  I've done my part.

Wednesday was cool.  I went on splits with the zone leaders again.  This time, I was in their area.  We did a lot of work.  Nineteen charla cortas [tr: short discussions] and five charla [tr: discussion] ones.  Plus, he told me a lot about being a good missionary.  Oh, yeah.  "He" is Elder Osmond.

Thursday.  Um.  We had a charla one with the people who are going to be our new landlords, and that's about all we did.  We had our first correlation meeting with the new mission leader, which went well.  The greenie (that'd be me) had a good idea, too!  The others talked a lot about the investigators and the new members, but I brought up the inactive members.

We didn't get much accomplished Friday either.  We had a good discussion with a lady named Margarita.  She's what I would consider gold.  She needs to get married before she can be baptized, though.  For that, her… uh… guy has to get divorced.  This is a predominately Catholic nation, so it costs the equivalent of $250 to get divorced.  A marriage is only about $20.  Not very nice.  Anyway, we also had a good charla five with Jorgelina  I think she's gold, too.  She just needs to figure out what she wants.

Today was rather pathetic as well.  We walked clear across Villa Elisa, called the landlord to tell him we're moving, and then walked all the way back to our pensión [tr: apartment] to meet with him.  Grr.  We had a good charla four with Juan (the guy whose kidneys don't work).  Elder Handy snuck a charla six in there, too.  Crafty.  We came home early because, as I said earlier, we move Monday, and we need to get stuff ready to go.  So here I am writing a letter home.  ¡Que malo que soy!  (I'm so bad!  (sort of))

With the exception of Wednesday, this was a slow week.  Next Tuesday, I'll learn who my new companion is, and I'll meet him on Thursday.  Maybe things will pick up after that… (not a nice thought, I know)

Anyway, I'm gonna go away and figure something out.  I'm thirsty, so I'll probably go drink some water.  Yeah, definitely water.  Then, I'll do something else.  But before I forget…

Paraguayan Peek: animals.  There aren't really weird animals here.  I've seen three parrots and a monkey and a lot of dogs, cats, horses, cows, etc.  My point today is… um… never mind my point.

Doggys here fall into one of two groups: really nice or really mean.  There's some dogs near my house that aren't nice doggys.  Elder Handy stuck a good sized stick through the fence, and they snapped it in two.  Yikes.

Okay, there's two more groups: really, really sick, or just with fleas.  Really, really sick involves bugs that cause the poor puppies to lose their hair.  Makes 'em look horrid.  The other group, just with fleas, don't look bad but they are dirty-dirty.

I have no clue why, but everybody calls kittys "meechies".  I don't know if it's Guaraní for cat or not, though I don't think it is, but everyone uses it, so I've picked it up.  Meechies are also either really nice or really mean.  Think Smokey and Evil Kitty.

A quick note about… cows!  They are black and white like cows are supposed to be!  Yay!  Those brown cows that live next door to you are ugly.  Nyah.  Cows here are pretty.  They still stink though.  Kinda funny thingy: I've seen baby cows eating grass in the median in the main road of Villa Elisa.  This isn't exactly a modern city.  There's also chickens running everywhere.  I've only hit a few with rocks (but not for lack of trying!).

Okay.  I'm done for sure this time.  I go bye bye now.  Probably gonna go read the Bible.  Don't know just yet.  At any rate, I'm gone!

Love ya!

Joe

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Villa Elisa: May 22, 2000

Querida familia [tr: Dear family],

Yet another week has blown by, leaving me in the dust.  Not really, but it sounds good.  This letter's probably going to be pretty hefty.  I've got my week to talk about, a page from Dad to respond to, and a massive seven-pager from Mom.  Plus, I want to start a "Paraguayan Peek."  Each week, I'll pick one aspect of life here in Paraguay and blab about it.  Good idea, ¿no?  Now all I have to do is remember it.  Oh, by the way, up there on top means "Dear family."

Here's Dad's letter first:

… your new area.  It sounds great!
It is great!  The people are so nice.  I've yet to have a baptism, but that's okay.  It's not the number of baptisms that matters.

Our health is about the same.
Sorry to hear you're not better, but glad to hear everything is at least okay.  I don't want to hear that you've taken a turn for the worse!  Actually, if you do, I want to hear about it, but I don't want you to.

We now have the house plans for the cabin.
Could you send me a copy so I can have an idea of what it will look like?  And pictures, too?  I mean, pictures of the stages of building.

Please more details in your letters.  Mother likes that.
And you don't?  You can't tell me you don't, Dad!  Mom already told me that you always want to be the first to open my letters!  Too late!  :P

Okay, that was Dad's letter.  Here's Mom's now:

Do you need me to send you some stationary?
Um.  I don't think I do.  If you want to send it anyway, go for it.

I think it's pretty ironic that someone who has done as little physical stuff in their life should get a walking mission.
Hmph.  Exactly what are you saying?  I've done physical stuff!  I walked a lot at camp.  I, uh, helped Dad do weird things with weird things. I, uh, um… I see what you mean…

Tell us about him.
Him = Elder Handy.  Well, he's tall as me, but I outweigh him by twenty pounds.  Uh, he leaves in a couple weeks.  Other than that, I'd rather not say.

What happened to Elder Miller?
He's in La Floresta right now, which isn't far from Villa Elisa.  This puts him in my zone, so I see him every Tuesday.

(stupid Americans!)
Heh.  Americans aren't the only ones who are stupid.  There are some Paraguayans that make you say, "Why?"  Some of them make me think that their parents should talk to the bishop because they (the parents) sinned by bringing them into the world.  [ed: Wow, I really wrote that?  I'm ashamed.]

… living accomadations.
Um.  Apartment.  The two of us.  We're leaving it next week.  Exciting.

And food—what's it like?
Good.  I like almost everything I eat.  Almost.  I don't particularly care for sopa paraguaya and mandioca is a sin.  [ed: Yet, I look back on them fondly now.]  Other than than, tranquilo [tr: it's all good].  And I haven't had cereal or Smack Ramen once.  Cereal is expensive and I've yet to see the other.

So [your letters] take a while to get here.
Yeah.  What happens is I write them on Monday, give them to the zone leaders on Tuesday, who in turn gives them to the cartero (mailboy, basically), who stamps them and mails them.

Can we send things to your physical address?
Sure!  My physical address is the mission office because the mail system down here, well, isn't worth anything.  I probably shouldn't call it a system…

Will they get there?
Hopefully.

Are the postal authorities… uh… "sticky-fingered" in Paraguay?
You could say that.  If a package is under two kilos, it's probably okay, but if it's over, it goes through customs.  I have heard of missionaries getting a package labeled "2.2 kg" but the box weighs half that.

What would you like me to send you?
Hmm… this could be useful…  I'll have to remember this…  Ahem.  I can't think of anything right now, so surprise me!  :D

Any chance of getting email?
Yes, I get email weekly.  If you mean from me, no way.  The rule is "Missionaries are not to have access to the Internet."  Okay.

Will you be allowed to call home on certain occasions?
Yes.  Christmas and Mother's Day.

So who "looks after" you besides yourselves?
Nobody.  We're big boys, Mom.  :)

Do you have a bishop?  Branch president?
Branch president.  The branch here in Villa Elisa is about eight months old and meets in a rented house until a chapel is built.  Yesterday was branch conference and we had no less than 142 people there.  That's twice as many as some wards with chapels!

Is Craig Cheney nice?
Huh?  I thought his first name was President… oh, well.  Yeah, he's awesome.  Really great guy.  Sadly, I don't get to talk to him very much.  Zone Conference and monthly interviews.  And Hermana Cheney (sorry, "Sister Cheney" just doesn't flow) is nice, too.  Great cook!  I had a chicken salad a while back.  Yum!  I actually don't eat there (the mission home) very often.

Charlie is starting his training for assistant manager at the Best Western.
Cool!  It's good to finally hear what he's up to.  It sounds like he's been doing good!  Keep me posted!

Whoa.  Four pages, and I haven't even done my own writing!  Well, I'll do that now.

Let's see… Tuesday… Ah!  Zone Conference!  Four pages of notes, all in Castellano [ed: what the Paraguayans call their dialect of Spanish] (aren't I proud of me?).  Last month, my zone (#3) baptized eight people, and there were a total of 99 baptisms in the mission.

President Cheney spoke about the Holy Ghost first.  He gave seven scriptures about it; both about teaching with the Spirit and that it is required to be a member.  Without the Holy Ghost, the baptism is worthless (Acts 19:2, 5-6).  He also said that this time isn't mine; it's the Lord's.  He told us that we aren't a bother to the people.  We are a blessing to them.  He invited us to have 100 charla cortas [tr: short discussions] in one week.  Elder Handy and I are going to do it this week.

The APs [ed: assistants to the President] were next.  They talked about using the Book of Mormon to resolve doubts.  They pointed out that doubts about anything are based on modern revelation, no matter what it's about.  And that means that if the Book of Mormon is true, then we have prophets today.  If we have prophets, we have revelation.  Good talk.

Since it was Mother's Day, Hermana Cheney talked about mothers.  She told us that we have a Heavenly Mother also, and had some elders sing "Oh my Father".  Then, she shared some stories about mothers.  Very powerful.  Also, I have written down this next sentence but I don't remember where it came from.  "God be thanked for the prayers of my family."

President Cheney talked again.  This time it was about Abraham and the covenant made with him.  I wrote a lot, but on reading it, I didn't write anything.  To put it simply, this talk wasn't too fascinating.  No, it was, but not enough to relate.

Well, that was Zone Conference.  Afterwards, we didn't really do anything so I'll just end Tuesday.

On Wednesday, the zone leaders inspected the new charla cortas and a charla [tr: discussion] one, of which I gave half.

My agenda on Saturday is full, too, but I don't remember doing anything.  Nope.  Nothing.  Well, that night we had dinner at my neighbor's house to celebrate Elder Chaston's (Elder Napoleon's comp) birthday.  They work the other half of Villa Elisa, by the way.

Sunday was good.  Branch conference with 142 in attendance, four of whom are my investigators.  It's cool when investigators attend church.  After that, we did some stuff and then took the new landlords to a fireside.  It would have been really cool if I could have squeezed in.  I spent the time studying charla two.  They liked it, though, and that's the important part.

It turned out that I didn't get to go shopping with Elder Handy after all.  He went with Elder Chaston instead, who is also leaving.  Oh, well.  That just means I won't get to buy any illegally imported electronic equipment.  Well, I don't know if it really is illegal or not, but I've seen a really nice stereo with a 3-CD changer for about $40.  Contraband?  I'll let you decide.

Paraguayan Peek (hey, I remembered) for 22May2000: Coletivos.  This is the Castellano word for bus.  Since bus is a heck of a lot shorter, I will call them buses.  Anyway, since practically no one has a car, everyone rides the buses.  They cost a mil (mil = 1000 guaranies [ed: the guaraní is the currency of Paraguay]) to ride.  That's about thirty cents or so.

Have you ever been on a roller coaster?  I have, and after riding these buses, that roller coaster ride was nothing.  The roads here are terrible.  Most are a rough cobblestone called empadrada.  In addition, the bus drivers drive pretty fast.

Remember when I said everyone rides the buses?  Well, I really mean everyone.  Sometimes all at once.  Just the other night, I rode home standing on the last step.  I could lean back just a bit and be outside.  The bus was packed.  That was actually the most fun I've had on a bus before.

Okay, I've written enough for one day.  I'm going to stop now.  Good bye!

Joe

PS Love you!

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Villa Elisa: May 15, 2000

Hey fam!

Another week has flown by.  They say time flies when you're having fun.  Well, they're right.  Plus, when you're in the service of the Lord, it's even faster.  I've been a missionary for three and half months, but it seems like only a few weeks.  Anyway, I got an email from ya'll, so I'll talk about that before I tell you about this week.

This is a test to see if this gets to you.
It passed the test.

... the experience [committing people to baptism] has got to be extremely uplifting.
Yeah, well, just a little bit. :P

I am going to print this out and send it to you in the snail-mail also in case it doesn't reach you this way.
Uh.  Okay.  Go for it.

Your letter said that whatever you did on Pres. Cheney's computer "didn't work."  What were you trying to do?
Pass the time.  I didn't know what I was doing, but I did some looking around and messing, but nothing major.  I didn't know what the problem was, nor how to fix it.  I was bored, though, so I started playing.

How often will you receive your e-mail messages?
Every Tuesday.

Is it easier to reach you this way or regular mail?
Email is faster.  That's all.  Whichever you want.  It doesn't matter either way on this side of the world.

Okay.  I'm just gonna jump into my week now.  I had zone meeting Tuesday.  Elder Kump [ed: one of the two zone leaders] left for home, so we got a new Zone Leader, Elder Osmond.  He gave a really good talk on working hard.  It was really inspirational.  He invited us to give over 100 charla cortas [tr: short discussions] in a week (which we didn't do), and also to memorize the Creed (which I did).  As for the rest of the day, nothing really exciting happened that I can recall.  Wait.  I ate something new.  Mondongo.  Cow stomach.  It actually wasn't too bad.

Wednesday was cool.  The three district leaders had to go to a meeting, so their comps got stuck together.  Three greenies [ed: slang term for new missionaries] Me, Elder Miller, and a Uruguayan named Elder Rodriguez, who's been in the country for two weeks now.  We had some charla cortas and a good charla [tr: discussion] one.  We also got a "come back on Sunday."  I wasn't too enthused about that, because she didn't give me her name.  Wouldn't give it, rather.  We talked with Jorgelina again, with better results than before.  I wish I knew what was bothering her.

Thursday morning we went to San Isidro to give an interview (the district leader [ed: my companion, Elder Handy] has to interview all baptismal… uh… yeah, whatever they're called.  This wasn't too special.  What was neat about it was the sisters and I talked without much difficulty.  They're from Chile.  The rest of the day was bland.  No one wanted to talk to us!

Friday was more of the same.  We gave an interview for the other elders in Villa Elisa.  We wandered around, finding.  Well, trying to find.  We had a good chat with Margarita, but then, we always do.  She's ready for baptism.  She needs to get married, though, and for that, her… uh, guy needs to get divorced.  It costs about $20 for a wedding and $600 for a divorce.  Not nice.

I made my final decision on Saturday.  We're going to move.  The landlord is so much cooler, and the pensión [tr: apartment] is much better.  He gave us lunch, and we didn't even ask!  We also gave a charla four and a charla three.  The charla three was to a guy named Juan.  He's got some problems, physically.  His kidneys don't work.  He has to go to the hospital three times a week to get his blood changed.  It's a two hour ride.  However, he's agreed to baptism, and wants to go to church.

Sunday was nice.  We didn't have any investigators show up for church, but three inactive families did.  Plus, that lady I mentioned on Wednesday actually did let us talk.  It was a good charla, too.  Her husband was there, asking questions.  Questions are good.  They show that the person is listening.  After all the work was done for the day, I called Mom to wish her a happy Mother's Day, but you already know about that.

I ate lunch at Burger King today and I was Ren and Stimpy!  It was sooo cool!  One of my favorite restaurants and my favorite cartoon!  It was in Spanish, so I didn't understand all they said, but I was still laughing my head off.

So that's what's been going on.  Nothing major.  I'll go to the office tomorrow for Zone Conference.  I'm excited for that.  It's really neat, there.  Full report next week.  Until then, love you and bye!

Joe

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Villa Elisa: May 8, 2000

Um… hi…

Well, this is gonna be pretty hefty.  I've got my week to talk about and also I got two letters from you this week!  Finally!  Er.  Well, with that said, I'll talk about your letters.  I'll go in chronological order 'cause it's always good to start at the beginning.  The first was written on April 9, 2000 and the other I'm assuming was written on the 12th (of April).

… to see what Paraguay is like …
Um.  Well.  Er…  I've done a lot of talking already, so I think I've already answered this one (in previous letters). :P

… what kind of living arrangements you have.
Ahem.  I live in the top floor of a two-story building.  This means that sometimes there isn't enough water pressure to take a shower in the morning.  Our pension (no idea why it's called that (it makes a lot more sense to call it an apartment)) consists of three rooms and a bathroom.  We converted one room into a kitchen.  It is a mess, but not my fault.  'Twas terrible before I arrived.  The next room is the one we sleep in.  It's gunky, too.  Also, we've got a big window, which is bad because there's a street light right outside.  We've covered the window with a sheet.  This room has an air conditioner/heater.  Poor me.  The third room is where our… um… whatever they're called are.  You know.  Those things you put clothes in, but they aren't dressers.  [ed: I believe they're called armoires.]  Anyway.  The bathroom has a sink, a shower, a toilet, and… a bidet!  Yes, really!  All three rooms leak when it rains, so I'm probably going to move out in the beginning of June when our contract here expires.  We'll see.

It was wonderful to see you, if even for a very short time.
I know.  I mean, er, it was wonderful to see you, too. :)

Um, well, the rest of the letter is about weird stuff, so I'll just jump to the other letter now.

[Big picture of Smokey kitty]
Aww…  look at the cute kitty.  Aww…

I do not know if this is legal or not.  [ed: referring to sending the photo of the cat via pouch mail, which is supposed to be for just letters]
Neither do I.  I don't think it is bad.  If it is, though, you can just send neat-o pictures directly to the mission office (see return address on envelope).  That's also the address to use to send PACKAGES.  Just a little note on the side.  Nothing is required, of course.  But, if you want to send me, oh, a little bit of good, old-fashioned American candy, I wouldn't complain.  No, not at all.  :D

I do not have a lot to say this time…
No, no, no.  That's not the way it works.  I get to say that.  Me.  No one else.  You guys have to write lots and lots.  The great Joe has decreed it.  So let it be written; so let it be done.

… I am sending you copies of the letters that Heather Ferguson sent me on April and Eldon.  [ed: April and Eldon are friends of mine who were also serving missions at the time.  Heather is their mom.]
Thanks, but it's unnecessary, because Mom Ferguson sends them to me, too.

Love,
Yes, that's really how the letter ends.  No name.  Sheesh.

Okay, that's taken care of.  Now I get to blab about nothing in particular.  Actually, it'll be about my week, but, as you will see, my week and "nothing in particular" are one and the same.

Anywhen, Monday was kinda just there.  Oh, that's May 1^st.  P-Day [ed: preparation day], but we really didn't do anything.  We were in the house all day long.  All I did was some reading.  Well, a lot of reading.  About six hours of it.

It rained Tuesday.  All day.  What fun.  It started when we were in the panadería (bread store--basically a bakery).  We go there every morning to get breakfast.  Anyway, back to the story.  We sat down under the canopy and waited for it to calm down a bit.  Neither of us had a jacket or umbrella or anything like that.  We got a little wet.  Just a little.  Okay, we were soaked from head to toe.  We got to zone meeting, with nothing special there expect the fact that I got six letters.  The rest of the day was blah because the people would stick their heads out the door and say "Go away, it's raining.  Come back some other day."  I was very certain it was raining.  It was for this reason that I wanted in!  Oh, by the way, we went back to the house after zone meeting and got our jackets.  Don't worry, Mom.

Wednesday was more of the same.  Rain all day long, and no one wanted to talk to us because of it.  We did manage to give two charla [tr: discussion] twos, but I can only remember one of them.  Wait, no.  The other was a review for a family has already had all six charlas.  Anyway, we set a baptismal goal date thingy for four people.  Hopefully, we'll actually be able to baptize them.

Thursday was not a good day.  Cold and wet.  Our numbers for charlas total a big fat zero.  No charla cortas [tr: short discussions], no actual charlas, nothing with present or new members.  Also, Noche de Rama [tr: Branch Night] was packed.  Oh, yeah.  Not counting the four missionaries, there were four people there.  We had a good hour of reactivation, though, with an inactive member.

Friday started off very interesting.  I met a member from Buenos Aires.  She was visiting her cousin here in Villa Elisa.  That's not that strange.  I thought it was odd that she had no problems pronouncing my name, until she said that there's an Elder Simper in her ward.  She knows Dallan!  [ed: my cousin who was serving a mission in Argentina at the time]  Isn't that weird?  She took a picture of me so she could prove to her friends that she met the other Elder Simper.  Then, from there, the day sluffed off into nothing.  We had half a dozen charla cortas, but they didn't amount to anything.

Saturday was probably the best day, workwise.  The rain quit (finally), so people were willing to talk to us.  Ten charla cortas with two charla ones.  Then, we went to help the other missionaries with baptismal interview.  The investigator didn't show.  Again.  Blarg.

I really don't want to talk about Sunday, but I'd better or Mom will go postal.  We had one investigator come to church.  That was the highlight.  We had three people on Saturday tell us that we could come on Sunday.  "We'll be here all day."  None of them were.  Not one.  And then we visited on of Saturday's charla ones.  Her husband gave us the Book of Mormon back and told us to bug off.  Not nice at all.  He didn't want to hear anything.  As we left, I said, "Well, kiss your soul goodbye."  [ed: not proud of that…]  We had someone scheduled for every hour, on the hour.  We left the house at 2:30p, and by 3:15 our schedule was ripped open to 7pm.  It was not a nice day.  We had a nice chat with Jorgelina, though.  We're going back on Wednesday.  Hopefully, we can talk…  We had also set up an appointment to watch a few church videos with some investigators at a member's house.  No go.  I got to watch a bit of Home Alone 2 in Spanish.  That was interesting.

So as you can see, this week was a lot of work, without a lot of fruit, or even seeds.  It was hard.  But I knew it would be before I filled out the mission papers.  I'm very happy to be here, so don't worry your heads about that.

One final note:  last week I talked about the difficulties I'm having with my companion.  Well, I've spent all this week praying and trying my hardest.  I'm not yet to the point where I can honestly say I love him.  I can, however, say I like him as a person.  As a missionary, that's a different story.  To me, it seems he's decided to slack a bit now that his mission is nearly over.  I could whine and cry, but I won't.  I'll just grit my teeth and bear it for another three weeks.  Yes, of course, I'll be praying for help.  I know that I can't do anything without the Lord's help, especially not this.

Anyway, love y'all!

Joe

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Villa Elisa: May 1, 2000

To my family:

Hi!  Um… now what.  Uh… well, this week hasn't been all that great.  A lot of walking and talking, but not a lot of charlas [tr: discussions] given.  There was this one pretty cool thing that happened, but I'll talk about that in due time.  There's other stuff to talk about first.

Last Monday, the 24^th.  I passed off charla one to Elder Handy.  This entails memorizing it and reciting it to him.  Other than that, Monday was pretty blah.

Tuesday was okay.  We had zone meeting, which was just sort of there.  Nothing spectacular to talk about.  Later that afternoon, we visited a lot of our investigators, with really nothing to show for it.  We did give one charla one to a lady and her daughter.  Both agreed to read and pray.

The cool part happened Wednesday.  We went on splits with the zone leaders.  This was originally a tough thing for me because I didn't know my way around very well.  Elder Handy told me he would show me on the map.  We had a map this whole time and he never told me.  I'd been lost for three weeks, and we had a map!  (Yeah, I'm a little bitter about that).  Anyway, I was able to guide Elder Kump around in the end.  We had no less than seventeen charla cortas [tr: short discussions], three of which I gave.  For comparison, Elder Handy and I have had maybe twelve for the other six days of the week, none of which I gave.  Anyway, we had three charla ones result from the charla cortas.  Unfortunately, this day affirmed my fears about Elder Handy being flojo [tr: lazy].

Thursday was not nice at all.  We didn't do hardy anything.  We were hosed out of three appointments that Elder Kump and I made.  That wasn't the worst part.  We went to talk to Jorgelina, and she told us that her husband was getting upset with her because she wasn't helping him do whatever it was he was doing.  We were told not to return.  This from the coolest investigator yet!  But, there's nothing we can do.  We left a Family: a Proclamation to the World pamphlet, and said our goodbyes.  If I wasn't sure before, I am certain now.  Satan does not like this work.  Jerk.

Let's see.  On Friday, we were hosed by five people.  Joy of joys.  We gave charla two to that lady and her daughter (Magdelena and Luisa).  Both accepted baptism.  That was good, of course.  Highlight of the day, obviously.

Saturday wasn't too bad.  We had a charla one with a snake (a girl about our age who tries to flirt with us).  She was so bad that we didn't set a second appointment.  She told me that I talk like a little angel.  Blarg.  If she goes to church, then we'll talk.  That night we had an awesome charla with Carmen, a lady who might as well be a member for her beliefs.  She recognized the hypocrisy in the leaders of other churches, she doesn't smoke or drink, and reads the Bible.  In fact, she was able to recite John 3:16.  Impressive.  She wasn't able to go to church this week (her idea; we never invited her), because her daughter in Buenos Aires was going to call Sunday some time, but she said that she'll definitely go next week.

Sunday was tough.  None of our investigators came to church; we had four who said "I'll be there, no matter what."  Plus, it seemed like no one was home.  We reviewed charla one with a guy, and that's all we did.

Tough week.  Going on splits with Elder Kump was the best part of the week.  It showed me why we weren't having any success to speak of.  I still haven't participated in a baptism.  It really opened my eyes.  I discovered, when I looked deep inside myself, that I don't love Elder Handy.  I know that I should, but I don't.  I try my hardest, but I just can't do it.  I've been praying my heart out these past few days to overcome this problem.  I can't do it alone.  I can't find an aspect of him to love.

For an example: last night, we were at a house of an investigator family who was slipping away.  Instead of offering to help them, he reads scriptures that aren't exactly nice.  I asked him if slamming the investigators will really do any good.  He said, and I quote, "No, but I want to do it anyway."  Plus he hasn't helped me learn anything.  In a month, we've done a total of an hour and a half of comp study [ed: companionship study.  Missionary companionships were supposed to study together for at least an hour every day.]  It's really difficult.  I haven't learned anything new since I got here, except for a little bit of stuff that I did on my own, but, once again, I can't do it alone.  This is not a good thought, but I think it's a blessing to both me and the people of Paraguay that Elder Handy leaves next month.  I feel really bad about this, but it's really how I feel.

As I said earlier, this has been a tough week for me.  I know this work is the Lord's and I'm doing his will by serving this mission in Paraguay, so I'm not getting discouraged at all.  I'm here to learn and grow, and, in order to overcome this problem I have with Elder Handy, I will have to.  Don't worry about me, though.  I'll be fine.  I've got divine support and help.

I love you all!

Joe

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Villa Elisa: April 24, 2000

Greetings and salutations!

How goes everything?  Well, I hope it's good.  It gosh darn better be!  Or else I'll have to… uh… never mind.  There's nothing I can do about it from here.  Come on!  Gimme a break!  I'm halfway across the world, for cryin' out loud!

Um.  Yeah.  I'm going to talk about my week now.  Don't hold your breath for anything spectacular, though.

Okay, Tuesday the 18^th.  I attended my first zone meeting.  This was different than Zone Conference.  Zone Conference is with all five zones in Asunción.  Zone meeting is just my zone.  We did a bit of talking about various things, none of which struck me as awesome, then the Zone Leader, Elder Kump, passed out mail.  I got a letter!  Wee!  It was really nice.  And, no, it wasn't from you.  :D  Other than that, Tuesday wasn't that great.  We gave a charla [tr: discussion] about the plan of salvation to an inactive family.  That's about it.

Wednesday wasn't much better.  We gave nine charla cortas [tr: short discussions] (basically, just an invitation to listen to the first discussion) to various people who live near the branch president's house.  A few people even agreed to listen, but later.  We gave a charla to another inactive family, and got to ride in their clunker.  This car is a piece of junk.  There's no other way to describe it.  The front seat is basically broken in half.  Often, the car has trouble making it up hills.  Plus, there's a hole in the floor.  Not a little one, either.  There was a piece dragging on the ground that caught on a rock as he was backing up and stopped the car from going any more.  Pretty pathetic, eh?

Thursday was more of the same.  It seemed that our lunch appointment (lunch being the primary meal here, rather than dinner) forgot we were coming.  This wasn't nice of them.  We walked literally forty-five minutes to get there, and no one was home.  Arg.  The whole day was like that.  It was only 6:30p and we had exhausted our resources and had no idea what to do.  So we went to a member's house to bum some food, which, by the way, we didn't get.  We went to Branch Night (kinda like Mutual, but everybody shows up (well, that's the theory anyway)).  That was okay.  Elder Handy taught some English, and I sat in the back singing hymns to myself.  He had planned a big ol' lesson, and I wasn't part of it.  Okay…

Friday was… interesting.  I'm assuming it was Good Friday, 'cause everybody was closed.  We had a charla with a woman who's son was annoying beyond description.  He's two and not yet potty-trained, and doesn't wear diapers or anything like that.  Yum.  Plus, she didn't seem to understand quite right.  We asked her if it would be important to be baptized like Christ was and she agreed.  We asked if she had been baptized this way and she said yes.  "Like this?"  "No, not like that, but I was baptized in the Catholic church."  Gr…  It was just a little trying.  Also, we had our interviews with President Cheney on Friday.  Remember when I said everybody was closed?  Well, this includes the bus lines.  We waited for an hour for the bus that would take us directly to the mission office.  No good.  We ended up taking two buses.  Oh, and neither of us had small change.  It costs a mil (1000 guaraníes [ed: the guaraní is the currency of Paraguay]) to ride the bus.  Both of us had 50000 bills, and nothing else.  We had to borrow a five mil from the other elders in the area.  We didn't get back to Villa Elisa (my area) until 8:30p.  We started waiting for the first bus at 1:30p.  We only spent about three hours at the mission office.  Yuck.

Saturday: We had four charlas set due to the charla cortas on Wednesday.  Three of them were no-shows and the fourth said "My husband doesn't want to talk to you.  Blah, blah, blah, Catholic, blah, blah."  Too bad.  We did manage to give a charla one to three children of this one lady.  I'd be willing to bet a few mil that she didn't care about the message.  Oh, no.  The oldest daughter is nineteen.  Ya get what I'm sayin'?  She didn't try anything funny, though.  The charla went well.  It seemed that all three understood and they all agreed to read the Book of Mormon.  This was the highlight of the week.

Sunday was back to the same blah as before.  We went to church in the morning.  It would have been great if I could only understand what was going on…  We gave Jorgelina the third charla about the Restoration, which went really well.  It seems that she's been looking for the truth, and we're the ones who brought it to her.  We don't have a definite baptismal date yet, because she wants to learn more, but I'm pretty sure she'll get baptized.

And that's my week.  Pretty slow.  The reason is because this week was the Semana Santa (Holy Week) and a lot of our regular investigators had traveled elsewhere.  So we had to do a lot of tracting, without much success.  There were moments when I felt a little discouraged, but I told that meanie Satan to go away and leave me alone.  I felt better immediately after.  Gee.  Is this work and this church really from God?  I wonder.

Anywhen, love you lots and lots!

Joe

PS  Don't know if I've already shared this one or not, but... 3 Ne 5:13.

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