Week 13- Pensacola (E-mail to Dad)

Dear Dad,
How was your Father's Day? By reading your letter, I am guessing you didn’t get my Father's Day card on time. Darn it.
Ok dad, this is what you do. First things first. Have every Elder and High Priest fill out an information sheet for the missionaries benefit. First, you have to make an information sheet. Include name, age, calling, job, family size, time they are available, skills, and anything else you can think of. Now dad, it will help the missionaries if you match investigators to fellow shippers. Make the priesthood do it. Use the authority as their High Counselor to have them fill it out. Tell them it is not an option. Second, the key about missionary week is that they have to sacrifice. For example, yesterday we went to the hospital to visit someone. We didn’t drive there, we walked the 2 ½ miles there and back. On the way back, we got a new investigator that stopped us on the street. (Tell you about it later in the letter). They have to tract a lot also. They can't get anyone if they are not out there. Third, service. They should be helping the ward members. I am sure that the elderly members need help with their yards. Think of the second prophet, Brigham Young, and how he was. He basically taught us that you can pray until your knees fall off. It won't help unless you have action. And have mom ask to find Cristina's sales address. I think she would benefit from the gospel. She is a hardcore Christian, but still. When they get there, tell them to let her read the letter Blair Forsberg sent them. Is that enough advise for you father?
Down here it was 97 degrees with 90% humidity. I will trade weather any day of the week. Plus, our air conditioner broke, so our apartment is blazing hot.
That would be a little scary. But is he going to Cape Town? And how about Brian Franzen? Has he even submitted his papers yet? Because just knowing him through missionary prep, if no one makes him submit his papers, I don’t think he ever will.
Dad, you have watched mom do it for years. And yes, I have conducted the music at every District Meeting. And I do okay ad long as we know how the song goes.
We got three new investigators this week. One stopped us on the street and asked if we worked for the church. We stopped and talked to her for awhile. She came from Egypt. If she is baptised and is deported back to Egypt, she could be killed for converting. That is why she came here. Oh, Islamic people are so crazy sometimes. Anyone that is Islamic has to have their baptismal interview with the Mission President. I learned this last night. She really wants to know more about Jesus Christ. We found one tracting. We have one that has 3 weeks left to live. He is dying of cancer, so our job is to make it easier for him to be accepted on the other side. The West Florida hospital is so nice, it looks like a hotel. Do you know what language they speak in Egypt? I know you talk to some people from work.
Plus, I spent a hour talking to Jesus this week. No Maren, not Jesus Christ. Say it the Hispanic way. We were tracting and went up to him. He talked our ears off for a hour, literally an hour, but he never said sit down, so we were standing outside his gate listening to him talk. He is Cuban, so I was only able to understand every third word. Not fun!
Did you ever have any members on your mission the were unbelievably rude, but they didn’t think they were being rude? I do, her name is Sister Grilley. We were over at the Grilley's house and it came time for the spiritual thought part of the evening. I prepared one on pride. Since it was a long scripture, I asked Elder Packard to read it. I pointed out how it said in the passage that the rich and the learned have the most pride. I was going to say usually, but before I could, Sister Grilley started off on this big lecture about how not all rich people are selfish. Then when I started again, I said, "Well, rich people." Well, I can't remember what I said next. I can only remember what happened next. Sister Grilley pointed out that I said 'which' people, not 'rich' people and she started laughing at me for 2 minutes. Everyone started laughing. So Elder Packard had to take over because I had to fight back tears. After we finished, we left. The hard part is we go over there every week for dinner.
But this really cool thing happened. Fox Run (my area) and Pine Forest went out to lunch at Applebees because we had nothing to do. We ordered our food, but when we got the bill all it said was 'Paid: God Loves You.' Someone paid for our meal. The waitress couldn’t tell us until that person left. It put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.
Elder Forsberg