Elder Will Murdoch-Ft. Worth Texas Mission

Elder Uceda: All week long we anticipated the arrival of Elder Uceda, when the day finally came the northern half of the mission gathered at Trophy Club to hear him speak. First, Sister Whitney spoke and then President Whitney spoke and at the end of his remarks he told us we'd recieve a training from the AP's and we'd hear from Elder Uceda after lunch. After the training President Whitney was bearing his testimony on how important planning was when Elder Uceda was moved upon by The Spirit to relieve President Whitney of the microphone. "Elders and Sisters, I love all of you. I prayed before I came here that I could love all of you before I saw you. And now, here I am and I love all of you so much more." He said lovingly with his Peruvian accent.  Then without changing his tone at all his message changed drastically. "Elders, here is my message today: you are not good teachers. In fact you're all really awful." He motioned toward everyone in ...

Me and the boyz Foufou: There I am with bits of beef speckled on my face choking on a doughball like a biscuit from Popeye's, a former Congolese preacher is laughing at me and our host pleads with me, "My friend, please hurry I need to go to the hospital." You're probably wondering how I got myself into such a pickle. Thursday  morning we went to see B*******, a little background about him:  he used to party hard drinking and smoking like it was the end of the world. During this time he occassionally saw missionaries but he didn't take the message of The Restoration seriously. Then one day, according to him, some of his co-workers started pointing at him saying, "You die. You die." This terrified him. For weeks he couldnt eat or sleep and everyday his co-workers repeated the ominous message. Then on a sleepless night, his spirit tormented and his body exhausted he turned to God. He found The Book of Mormon he had been given and read ...

Africa: Wednesday morning, approximately  9:30 am.  After a gut wrenching car ride to Hurst I said goodbye to Mexia and Hello to 'Africa' the area where everyone wants to be assigned.  Here's the low-down: 4 years ago an actual African (fluent in French and Swahili) converted a bunch of African immigrants and created a French/Swahili branch and lo' 'Africa' was born. The problem was that this Elders companion was as white as they come and spoke no French or Swahili and never did. So, everything fell apart when the African elder was transferred out and another white non-French/Swahili elder was transferred in. Since, neither missionary knew French or Swahili the branch stopped growing and soon most of the Africans went inactive. Even though the branch fell apart for some reason they kept Africa as an area and for years they kept putting non-French speakers in the area and none of the Elders that came into the area ever bothered to learn French. As you can see...

Go Speed Racer: Hey everyone,  I'm really sorry about this email it's been a very boring week I haven't had any big crazy adventures. Really, the craziest thing that happened before today was we went on exchange with the Zone Leaders and we met up at the gas station in Prairie Hill (if youve seen the gas station youve seen all Prarie Hill has to offer) anyway, Elder Stokes got in the car and about 10 to 15 minutes into the drive back to Mexia I realized Elder Petrucka still had the phone, which we  really  needed  I flipped around and realized they'd be on their way to Waco so I did 75 mph. It wasn't fast enough to catch them though. I pushed it to 80. Still not fast enough. Sweat began to form on my brow as I pushed it to 85 and I looked at TiWi (the computer in our car that yells at us if we're going too fast and can take away driving privileges if you consistently drive too fast) but TiWi was silent. We still werent going fast enough. I pushed it ...