Hello outside world, another P-Day is here. It's my first one in the state of Michigan. I've been here for almost a week now. My area is called Coldwater. It's a town of about 10,000 in southern Michigan. My new address is:
Elder Damon Chlarson
28 West State Street #23
Coldwater, MI 49036
Basically the deal is that Coldwater hates Mormons. People spit at us, cuss at us, tell me I'm going to hell, and all kinds of crazyness. It's been the weirdest thing of my life. Nobody opens their doors and lets us talk to them. They either pretend to be gone or slam it in our faces. My new companion is cool though. His name is Elder Yeck and he's hilarious. He's been out here for about a year now, so that's cool.
I'm enjoying it, but it's very tough at times. There are moments when I just want to get up and go home. But, during those times I just remember it's not for me, it's for the Lord. I know there's at least one person in Coldwater, MI who is ready to accept the gospel. I just have to keep searching. I'll be here for the next 3-6 months. We'll see how it goes.
We're working with this ex-pentecostal preacher named Anton. He's super interested in the Gospel and he's reading the Book of Mormon, I hope he's ready to make these changes. On Friday, the funniest thing happened. We knocked on this white trash door and this guy opens up. We get to talking and he goes off, he's yelling about Area 51 and extra-terrestrial life and he's telling us we have no clue what we're talking about. He asks me why God won't speak to him right now and he's insane. This dude is dropping f-bombs and stuff. Elder Yeck distracts him while I talk to his brother in law who is a less-active member. He's interested in meeting again so we'll see how that goes.
I miss everyone so much. If anybody has written me and I didn't write back it's because I didn't have your return address. See you soon.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Letter #1 - September 6th, 2011
This is for Facebook/missionary blog:
Hello all, this is "Elder Chlarson" from the MTC. It's my P-day so I'm emailin' and laundry-ing. It's a nice break, even though they won't let us play basketball today.
Alright, though, it's been about 7 days since I left Ephrata. So far, I love it. Seriously, I can't think of a better thing to be doing. There are no grades, no money worries, no girl worries, and food is provided. I want to get out of here though and get out to the field very badly.
The whole fun of it is my district though. My main homies are Elder Masters and Elder Fletcher. But I get along and joke with all the others. I'm pretty sure we met in the pre-existence. My companion and I get along pretty well. We are very very different. He's from Salt Lake City, I'm from Ephrata. He's majoring in computer science; I'm majoring in English and writing. I drink tons of Mountain Dew, he's never had one. He had a caffeinated beverage once on accident, it was Sunkist. Funny stuff. He loves to plan and I love to wing it with the lessons.
It's been a little tough sleeping sometimes. Overall though, I'm doing well in that category. We woke up 6:30 at first, but the showers were taken. Now we wake up at 6:13 and book it to the showers. It's pretty fun though. Our room is the party room. We just hang out and make fun of each other. It's like a dorm room but with more spiritual uplifting activities.
I've been reading so much of the Book of Mormon. It's pretty cool how many amazing things are in there. My testimony has pretty much tripled. I love teaching. It's a big high for me. I just go in there, tell personal stories, bear my testimony and connect with the investigator. Our investigators are fake, but they never break character and are pretty difficult.
Um, I don't know what else to say. For the first time, I feel like I belong somewhere. It just feels so right. There isn't a lot I'd change and I love that. Sure, I miss my family and friends, but I'm not homesick. I'm excited for the day we reunite and I step off that plane, but that's a long ways off and there's a ton of life to be lived.
If there are any attractive Mormon girls who would want to write to and send packages to a young, attractive missionary named Elder Chlarson, I'd be totally cool with it. Actually, I'd love it. Mail is a huge highlight of our day.
Elder Damon Chlarson
MTC Mailbox #112
MI-LAN 0921
Provo, UT 84604-7913
Thank you all.
Hello all, this is "Elder Chlarson" from the MTC. It's my P-day so I'm emailin' and laundry-ing. It's a nice break, even though they won't let us play basketball today.
Alright, though, it's been about 7 days since I left Ephrata. So far, I love it. Seriously, I can't think of a better thing to be doing. There are no grades, no money worries, no girl worries, and food is provided. I want to get out of here though and get out to the field very badly.
The whole fun of it is my district though. My main homies are Elder Masters and Elder Fletcher. But I get along and joke with all the others. I'm pretty sure we met in the pre-existence. My companion and I get along pretty well. We are very very different. He's from Salt Lake City, I'm from Ephrata. He's majoring in computer science; I'm majoring in English and writing. I drink tons of Mountain Dew, he's never had one. He had a caffeinated beverage once on accident, it was Sunkist. Funny stuff. He loves to plan and I love to wing it with the lessons.
It's been a little tough sleeping sometimes. Overall though, I'm doing well in that category. We woke up 6:30 at first, but the showers were taken. Now we wake up at 6:13 and book it to the showers. It's pretty fun though. Our room is the party room. We just hang out and make fun of each other. It's like a dorm room but with more spiritual uplifting activities.
I've been reading so much of the Book of Mormon. It's pretty cool how many amazing things are in there. My testimony has pretty much tripled. I love teaching. It's a big high for me. I just go in there, tell personal stories, bear my testimony and connect with the investigator. Our investigators are fake, but they never break character and are pretty difficult.
Um, I don't know what else to say. For the first time, I feel like I belong somewhere. It just feels so right. There isn't a lot I'd change and I love that. Sure, I miss my family and friends, but I'm not homesick. I'm excited for the day we reunite and I step off that plane, but that's a long ways off and there's a ton of life to be lived.
If there are any attractive Mormon girls who would want to write to and send packages to a young, attractive missionary named Elder Chlarson, I'd be totally cool with it. Actually, I'd love it. Mail is a huge highlight of our day.
Elder Damon Chlarson
MTC Mailbox #112
MI-LAN 0921
Provo, UT 84604-7913
Thank you all.
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