Casting out Demons: June 22nd, 2015
Dear Family and Friends,
Things are warming up out here. Missouri--all the benefits of ocean humidity and storms, minus the ocean.
Elder Elwood and I ate some sketchy Asian food from an investigator the other day and he has has been plugged up ever since. We've been sending him into the bathroom with a prayer every time that he goes in
hopes of casting out the tiny Burmese demon that's been plaguing him.
Brian is progressing towards baptism this Wednesday! We are scrambling about to get all of the arrangements in order. If everything works out correctly we are going to have Brian's baseball team attending also. Because they have a game right afterwards, we are totally going to have oranges and Gatorade as refreshments.
I went on exchanges with Elder Bingham this week, my grandson (My trainee trained him). What a blast showing my little country son around the "big city". (Kansas City is just an overgrown backwater village, honestly.) I also took him to eat my our Indian family, the Shethi's, and found out that curry about kills him, but the champ wolfed it down and we had a good ol' time for the rest of the night.
Our branch mission leader, Brother Alcocer, took us to eat Saturday at an Ethiopian restaurant, the Blue Nile. It was a no-utensils joint, so that was an adventure figuring out how to even eat the meal. We've
been all over the world, meals-wise that is, this week with dinners. LuLu's Thai Noodle Shop, the Blue Nile, Long Boards Wraps (Hawaii), and good ol' McDonalds. I love eating. Don't be surprised if I come home fat.
I'm going to be killing Elder Elwood this Thursday, that is unless the fried noodle demon doesn't beat me to it. It'll be sad to see him go, but the ladies in Arizona have been lonely for so long that it's time for him to return. After that, on to my last companion.
Mucho amor,
Elder Beau Hart
(Pictures: Elder Elwood after being crowned King of the Kwe's with our Marshalese members of the branch. And Elder Elwood is poisoning/fattening up the Sister missionaries in the zone)Things are warming up out here. Missouri--all the benefits of ocean humidity and storms, minus the ocean.
Elder Elwood and I ate some sketchy Asian food from an investigator the other day and he has has been plugged up ever since. We've been sending him into the bathroom with a prayer every time that he goes in
hopes of casting out the tiny Burmese demon that's been plaguing him.
Brian is progressing towards baptism this Wednesday! We are scrambling about to get all of the arrangements in order. If everything works out correctly we are going to have Brian's baseball team attending also. Because they have a game right afterwards, we are totally going to have oranges and Gatorade as refreshments.
I went on exchanges with Elder Bingham this week, my grandson (My trainee trained him). What a blast showing my little country son around the "big city". (Kansas City is just an overgrown backwater village, honestly.) I also took him to eat my our Indian family, the Shethi's, and found out that curry about kills him, but the champ wolfed it down and we had a good ol' time for the rest of the night.
Our branch mission leader, Brother Alcocer, took us to eat Saturday at an Ethiopian restaurant, the Blue Nile. It was a no-utensils joint, so that was an adventure figuring out how to even eat the meal. We've
been all over the world, meals-wise that is, this week with dinners. LuLu's Thai Noodle Shop, the Blue Nile, Long Boards Wraps (Hawaii), and good ol' McDonalds. I love eating. Don't be surprised if I come home fat.
I'm going to be killing Elder Elwood this Thursday, that is unless the fried noodle demon doesn't beat me to it. It'll be sad to see him go, but the ladies in Arizona have been lonely for so long that it's time for him to return. After that, on to my last companion.
Mucho amor,
Elder Beau Hart
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