Subject: | Stuck in the mud |
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Date: | Mon, 26 Feb 2018 14:14:03 -0600 |
From: | Brett Hogg |
Hola Fam!
It's been a good week!
Love,
Elder Hogg
Monday
night we got a couple new investigators. A couple days before we
contacted a couple old Salvadorian lady's, and they said we could come
back, so we did and wound up not only teaching one of them, but also her
husband and her grandson and her daughter!
When we got there they were
eating dinner, and they invited us to eat, so we sat with them and they
had pork and espagetti, and talked it was a good time. Then we sat and
shared the Book of Mormon with them, and they had good questions and
stuff, it was awesome.
Wednesday was eventful! It
started with going to Sam's Club for lunch after a meeting (the English
Elders had a hankerin' for churros). Well as we are eating there, a guy
comes up and starts talking to us about religions and stuff and starts
to kind of bible bash a little (bible bashing is not effective by the way,
because even if you win (which missionaries are good at) you still
lose)?
Well he had some neighbors that were Mormon and stuff and it was
all nice and stuff, a little "anti" but still friendly, and he tells us he
moved here partially because of a cult. So there's a church close here
in Wells, TX, called the Church of Wells. And missionaries always talk
about how it's a cult and stuff and there's legends about it, how they
ran missionaries out of town in the middle of night, forever ago, etc.
The English Elders lived with the bishop for a week when they were
moving, and the bishop lives in Wells, and they said they would always
get really weird stares from people at gas stations and stuff.
Anyway,
he tells us that he helps people get out of this Cult and stuff, and I
was a little floored because he was really serious about it and looking
over his shoulder and stuff. I always thought that was just missionaries
being dramatic, but it kind of sounds like a legit cult. Apparently that
story all over the news a couple years back about the baby who died
because they wanted to pray it back alive instead of taking it to the
hospital, was them! He said on the weekends you can hear them howling
and carrying on, and when you walk by they mutter curses under their
breath. You should google it, it sounds crazy.
From Mom: I Googled it.. and while I don't condone speaking against other churches.. I have a problem when they cut themselves off from family members. Family is central to our church (members or not) and I can't imagine Christ would want it any other way. I don't know of the other precepts of their beliefs, but I remember the baby from the news and I thought, "God helps those who help themselves" holds true over faith-based-only healing.
Then
later that day we had an adventure. The ground is like mostly clay
apparently, so when it gets rainy here, pretty much every inch of ground
turns into a squishy, muddy mess. Well, we went to go by a young guy
that lives pretty much in the center of Lufkin, so like city basically.
Across from his house was an empty lot that his dad owns, that the
neighborhood uses to park in.
Well we park there, and after our lesson,
we go to leave. Well if you didn't know, it's a rule that when
missionaries are driving and have to back out, another missionary has to
be standing outside the car guiding them back, for a y-turn, backing
out of a parking spot, out a drive way, you name it. SO, because of this
missionaries will go out of their way to find pull-through parking.
Well on this lot we have in the past, we've just done a U-turn, and
drove off the lot. So this day, when go to leave, we pull a really big
u-turn (to avoid some flooded grass in the center of the lot (and I have
it in 4-wheel drive just in case), and the truck just sinks right into
the ground.
Well I pop it into 4LO, and rock it a bunch. This isn't the
first time we've gotten stuck in the mud here in Lufkin, so usually just
putting it in 4 wheel drive and rocking it once or twice gets us out.
Well this time it only seemed to make it worse. We start grabbing
branches and random wood that's lying around and putting it under our
tires and such, keep rocking it and nothing. By this point all the tires
are sunk in the mud and the front right tire is almost to the top in
mud.
A good Samaritan, (a young hispanic guy of course) pulls over and
asks if we need help, and we say yes! So he backs his F350, doully (not
sure how to spell it, but it had double tires in the back), up and takes
out a couple sketchy, short old towing straps and links em together
aaand, it wasn't long enough. So he says he'll go get his dad, that has a
tire shop down the road. They leave and come back with a different F350
doully, and more short and sketchy tow straps to tie together.
Well we
get it all rigged up and pull... and the straps snap apart. Some of the
straps had a weird flat metal hook that wasn't very conducive to
connecting to other straps, and we tried it a couple times and they kept
snapping back and it was actually pretty dangerous, because the metal
part kept slingshotting back, and one may have snapped back and dented
our truck a little 🤔. Well we call someone else from the english ward
that owns some kind of mechanic shop deal, and he says he can come.
So
the first guys leave and our member comes and he's got a Silverado, with
only one set of wheels and was definitely a smaller truck (still like a
truck though, not a small truck by any means, just not a 350). So we're
a little nervous because we're not sure this is going to help anymore
than the last guy.
Oh yea, and at some point during the first people it
started downpouring, so we were already all muddy but now we're all wet
too! He gets out his really nice, long, tow strap, and pins it into our
hitch thing. Well he gives it a go, and nothing. But we try again,
giving both trucks everything they got and it starts to move, then a
third go and it pops and swerves right out!! It was actually really cool
to watch. A couple neighbors are even outside watching at this point,
it was kind of a sight to behold.
(More Pictures below)
Not sure if this fuels any Ford vs.
Chevy debate, or is a testament to how important it is to have a good
tow strap. There's probably a good metaphor to the Gospel in there
somewhere. Anyway, afterwards we went home showered and changed and got
on with the night. The Relief Society President made us Posole that
night! Perfect for a cold rainy day, It definitely hit the spot.
Posole is a traditional Mexican stew/soup. I guess I need to learn how to make that!
One
of the coolest parts of the whole thing was that the First guy's dad
that came and helped us was actually a guy we've been talking to about
the Gospel! We haven't been formally teaching him but we've stopped into
his tire shop a couple times and we go back and forth and what we each
believe.
He's a real nice guy, Pentecostal, and his Spanish is a little
different, not sure how, can't quite put my figure on it, but he's a
little harder to understand sometimes. It's good practice for Elder
Nelson and I though.
We also volunteered at an animal
shelter. We were looking for more service stuff to do and we signed up
over there and it turns out you just go play with the dogs and cats and
stuff. You don't even need to clean up after them or anything. So that
was cool.
(More Pictures below)
We found some good people that we started
teaching this week, nine new investigators. They're all awesome and want
to come closer to Christ, or at least hear us out haha. I'll let you
know how they're doing after we teach them little bit more.
Anyway, love the work here, love the people. All is well here on the front lines!
Love,
Elder Hogg
P.S. I got the (birthday) card (from Miss Diane - our Neighbor)! I was so surprised!! $50 in the mission is like $1000 in
normal life. And I got the package!! It was awesome! Elder Nelson was
really surprised about the stuff for him. And between us and the English
elders the candy didn't last long. It's pretty much all gone now haha.
You guys are the best❤❤❤
(Sorry if my email has a ton typos and is hard to follow sometimes, I usually write it in parts)