There are so many unforeseen blessings
that come into your life from serving a mission. The other day, I
noticed some really masculine looking hairs growing from my chiny chin
chin. I shaved them off and felt like a real man. The church is true.
I love the MTC so much. I even kinda like the hard
parts which doesn't really make sense, but something about the Spirit
makes things make sense that otherwise shouldn't. For example, my first
companion's name is Bauer Elder. He is a nice enough guy from Snowflake,
Arizona. He had this habit of running away form me on occasion and not
wanting to obey the rules all the time. I had a really tough time
getting along with him for the first few days, but then a couple of
things happened. 1-I found out a little more about him and where he
comes from and some of the things that he likes or doesn't like and
really got to appreciate who he was rather than what I didn't like about
him. 2-I heard this talk from Elder Bednar about how to be more
Christlike and it changed my whole outlook on my mission. I no longer
think about how I'm having a hard time or feel sad or unappreciated or
can't learn the language or can't be patient with my companion or
whatever and instead think about how the Savior would treat that person
or act in whatever situation I'm in. It has helped me to have a much
better attitude about the work I'm doing here.
I was called to be the district leader over about 9
missionaries. Actually 8. But I'll explain that in a second. My first
companion's name was Bauer Elder (in Hungarian, the title comes after
the name. Freakin cool). I already explained a little bit about him.
I've never loved someone so much that was so different from me, that I
didn't really get along with and that I'd only known for a week. But
unfortunately, he got sent home this morning. I hope he gets his life
together and gets back out here as soon as he can. My new companion's
name is Heilein Elder. He is from Bevaria, Germany and he's way cool. I
love to listen to his accent and talk about music with him. I can't wait
to work with him a little more while I'm here at the MTC. Whats cool is
that he's not even the only foreign missionary in my district. There is
another elder who is from Austria. His name is Hoferl Elder. He is
really funny and really good at speaking Hungarian. He probably knows
the language better than all 8 of us other missionaries combined. He is
also a really hard worker and pretty spiritual. His companion's name is
Loveland Elder. He is from Virginia and is a little bit of a different
kind of guy. He studies the language really hard, but it usually doesn't
relate to gospel topics. He loves looking up words that relate to
wolves and none of us really understand why. Whatever though. Some
knowledge of the language beats no knowledge of it. The other two elders
in the district are Driggs Elder, from Orem, and Barbour Elder, from
southern California. Driggs Elder is a really cool guy with probably the
driest most sarcastic sense of humor I've ever heard. Barbour Elder is
cool too. He is a pretty stereotypical Californian. He has blonde hair,
good looking kinda guy, surfs, and loves to have fun all the time. We
also have two sisters in our district. Their names are Naegli Nover
(Sister Naegli) and Erlandsson Nover (I'm sure you can figure it out).
Naegli Nover kinda reminds me of Tegan except she's blonde and is a
little bit older. I like em all though.
Hungarian is probably the most difficult thing that
I've ever tried to learn. After being here for a week, I feel like I
don't hardly know anything. On the very first day, they taught us how to
say our testimonies kinda. Then on the second day, we learned how to
pray sort of. Then on the third day, we taught an investigator in
Hungarian. I felt really bad that we damned his soul to eternal
suffering because of our terrible language abilities (we seriously could
only bear our testimonies poorly and say a weaksauce prayer. I don't
think we even said hello.) but it turns out he was just pretending to be
a missionary. He is really one of our teachers. I would rather learn
French, Spanish, and German at the same time than try to learn Hungarian
in 9 weeks. It all makes me miss Mrs. Early. However, I'm doing the
best that I can and I've learned that the more you put into studying the
language, the more the Lord puts into you. I also learned the all I can
do is the best I can do. I heard that in a devotional on Sunday.
The lady who was speaking said that she went to the Philippines on her
mission and in her first lesson she only said a few things but the
Spirit helped the investigator hear that a young boy named Joseph Smith
saw God the Father and Jesus Christ. He translated the Book of Mormon,
which is true scripture, and restored the fullness of the gospel to the
Earth. I hope that I'll be able to speak with that kind of spirit in
Hungarian one day.
Thank you all for you're prayers and your support. I
love you all and can't wait to hear from you. Also, if you feel that
way inclined, I really love mints.
I wish you all the best wishes that can be wished.
Love,
Anderson Elder.
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