Elder Will Murdoch-Ft. Worth Texas Mission

At the bottom of the bottle: Saturday was super busy, we had started our day with 3 back to back lessons with Brenhamists which are always "exciting." Then, we had a lesson where a member  we were with just spoke to the investigator in Lingala the whole time and it was really cool to see the investigators heart softened. We had 2 other "meh" lessons on doorsteps because we were teaching women and we didn't have a 3rd male with us. Finally,  around 8:00pm we were pulling into our last lesson before quittin' time.  We were somewhat nervous because this particular investigator thinks that joy is found at the bottom of the bottle and it wouldn't be the first time we found him wasted in the parking lot. We'll call him A. Since A has a drinking problem he doesn't want to work, mostly he just wants to drink all day because whenever he's sober he's depressed. Since he doesn't work he has no income so he can't rent an apartment. H...

Clement Sorry this is so short this week but everything got deleted and I didn't have time to retype it  Twerking Yesterday, we were walking through a seedyish apartment complex to an investigators. This is a complex where I have:  Gotten a popcorn maker by a middle aged reformed drug addict, and then had a family friendly conversation about church. Then, another time I got yelled at by a black out drunk guy and gave a card to another drunk guy watching him. And of course another time, I got preached to by a Vietnamese guy.   Anyway I was leading us to this apartment when these 2 attractive black girls walked out of an apartment right ahead of us and started walking in the same direction we were walking towards the parking lot.  Since I was leading I initiated the conversation, "Hey, can I give you a card?" The girl right in front of me awkwardly, kindly accepted a card but the girl a few feet in front of her called out, "Is that your number...

African visions: I'll let you in on a little secret: "I had a vision," is something we hear at least once a week. The first time I heard it I was so surprised and excited the entire time it was being explained (even though it was all in French and I needed it to be translated) I sat on the edge of my seat. But then it kept happening and I started losing interest.  Here's an example of a typical "African vision": I was 3 years old in my vision. And then, suddenly, I was an adult  eating a raw pumpkin in a corn field. Then, my pumpkin disappeared and I walked through the cornfield until I found a cake. And I ate the cake and I was really happy because it was vanilla flavored and that's my favorite flavor, like, I really really like vanilla. Especially when there's frosting in the middle. I also like carrot cake. Chocolate cake however, is too sweet for me. Anyway, I was eating this vanilla cake and I was so happy and my hands were covered in ...

Steven, Derek and Sadaar (Lucky in foreground) Lucky you Nasty: Whenever our Zone Leaders get bored they like to pop surprise exchanges on us. They claim that they plan everything out weeks in advance but conveniently "forget" to tell anyone until about 4 hours before we exchange. Such was the case on Tuesday.  This time, they really wanted to mix it up so they did a triple exchange with RT2A.  We came back to our apartment with Elder Dyer, who spent most of his evening worrying about bugs crawling in his mouth as he slept because he had to sleep on the floor.  The next morning we had to haul booty to the other side of Fort Worth because a member family needed us to translate while they met with their sons principal. Elder Dyer, as the most experienced French missionary attempted to translate but the principal clearly didn't understand how translation works. She'd say something along the lines of: "His behavior has gotten out of hand. On his ...

I An investigator that joined us at church am not good at fellowshipping: The stake was showing conference at the stake center for anyone, member or investigator, and was showing it in 4 languages: English, French, Tongan, and Spanish. I was sitting in the French room about 20 minutes before the  Saturday  afternoon session began drinking a frosted sunrise from Chik-fil-a. This man who looked like a couple people I'd met in Mexia walked in and nervously said, "Hi." I kind of just sat there not registering that he was probably someone's investigator and I just made eye contact with him and slurped down my drink. After a few seconds my brain finally started working properly and I introduced myself and explained that thus was the French room and that we could escort him to the English room.  He was acting kind of funky which I assumed was just nerves, he said his name was Dominic, even though he was wearing a mechanic's shirt that said "David" he ...