Well, the good news is our mission is finally important enough to be included in the great Gmail migration of 2010. The bad news is that this internet cafe/MyLDSMail is so katro (. . . um, old school?) that it has taken me the better part of forty-five minutes to create such an account, after which the entire thing went up in flames and then wouldn't let me sign into my shiny new inbox for ANOTHER fifteen minutes anyway. I am grateful the powers that be at Church HQ have seen the light and made the switch, but shouldn't that direction have come along with the blessing of an extra hour allotted to our actual email time this week?
I was also faced with a conundrum this past Sunday, when I sat down to write my weekly family letter. Wait, I thought, wouldn't it really be more lasting and life-affirming to get all this weekend down in your journal before you sent off the cliffnotes version to home? I pondered this. And yes, yes it was more important. Because ten months from now, you can read my journal entry, and ten years from now, and twenty, and fifty-five, etc etc so . . . there's no letter for you this week, either.
Here are a few miscellaneous notes I'll throw out there before I have to run:
Only 4% of Asia has a missionary in their city.
All 4 countries with largest Muslim population in the world are within the boundaries of the (our) South East Asia Mission.
Indonesia is the only one out of that four that allows Foreign missionaries to proselyte.
Elder Nelson is undeniably an Apostle of the Lord, but it was his wife who changed my life this weekend.
Being in Jakarta for a full four days was kind of a warped time-travel-trip for me. I felt small, like these last six months hadn't happened and I was starting all over again.
Elder Subandriyo is a living sermon. He simply stands to walk to the pulpit and Truth floods even the most wide-open spaces.
If you read the Church News account of Sister Wendy Nelson's address at BYU-I (re: Holy Woman), that will at least cover the Saturday afternoon session of our District Conf. here.
I bought rain shoes, which were all of two dollars and so totally practical, except that now I take every possible opportunity to step in puddles, which embarrasses Sister Atmi to no end. She is so fun to embarrass. Just like my sisters.
There's a new elder in the office, Elder Schmidtlein, who was in the MTC with Sister Jess Richey [daughter of Steve's best college roommate ever; she's serving in Singapore/Malaysia]. They still write letters occasionally so he filled me in on all that news, plus brought out the map of Malaysia, too. In our circles.
And, since I've got a new friend in the office (praises be for shared sense of humor and a common interest in dictionary definitions), word is that there's a move from Malang in the near future----plus an all bule missionaries reunion in Jakarta at the end of March for requisite Visa renewals. Are we all wild hope of a SisLily/Rhondeau weekend in mere DAYS? Yes, yes we are.
I can't race the clock any longer. This has got to be over and out. Mohon maaf maaf maaf I love you The End.
selamalamalamalamanya,
E
I was also faced with a conundrum this past Sunday, when I sat down to write my weekly family letter. Wait, I thought, wouldn't it really be more lasting and life-affirming to get all this weekend down in your journal before you sent off the cliffnotes version to home? I pondered this. And yes, yes it was more important. Because ten months from now, you can read my journal entry, and ten years from now, and twenty, and fifty-five, etc etc so . . . there's no letter for you this week, either.
Here are a few miscellaneous notes I'll throw out there before I have to run:
Only 4% of Asia has a missionary in their city.
All 4 countries with largest Muslim population in the world are within the boundaries of the (our) South East Asia Mission.
Indonesia is the only one out of that four that allows Foreign missionaries to proselyte.
Elder Nelson is undeniably an Apostle of the Lord, but it was his wife who changed my life this weekend.
Being in Jakarta for a full four days was kind of a warped time-travel-trip for me. I felt small, like these last six months hadn't happened and I was starting all over again.
Elder Subandriyo is a living sermon. He simply stands to walk to the pulpit and Truth floods even the most wide-open spaces.
If you read the Church News account of Sister Wendy Nelson's address at BYU-I (re: Holy Woman), that will at least cover the Saturday afternoon session of our District Conf. here.
I bought rain shoes, which were all of two dollars and so totally practical, except that now I take every possible opportunity to step in puddles, which embarrasses Sister Atmi to no end. She is so fun to embarrass. Just like my sisters.
There's a new elder in the office, Elder Schmidtlein, who was in the MTC with Sister Jess Richey [daughter of Steve's best college roommate ever; she's serving in Singapore/Malaysia]. They still write letters occasionally so he filled me in on all that news, plus brought out the map of Malaysia, too. In our circles.
And, since I've got a new friend in the office (praises be for shared sense of humor and a common interest in dictionary definitions), word is that there's a move from Malang in the near future----plus an all bule missionaries reunion in Jakarta at the end of March for requisite Visa renewals. Are we all wild hope of a SisLily/Rhondeau weekend in mere DAYS? Yes, yes we are.
I can't race the clock any longer. This has got to be over and out. Mohon maaf maaf maaf I love you The End.
selamalamalamalamanya,
E
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