Week 9- Pensacola (letter to Dad)

Dear Dad,

My third companion is not a Utah boy, but close enough. He is an Idaho boy, so not much difference. This week was ok, but I am becoming a little racist. When tracting, if it is a white person they will say they are not interested, but if they make a return appointment they keep it. If it's a black person, they seem really interested, but won't show for the return appointment.

Yes, we did get more dinner appointments because in PEC, the Bishop asked us how many are we getting each week. We said two or three. The the first counselor, Brother Smith, said that he would talk to the Relief Society about that. When we got the calender back, we had all but one day filled.

Dad, everyone guesses who the next Bishop is going to be. The only person who doesn't guess, is the next Bishop. I knew that Brother Carlson was going to become Bishop sooner or later. Can you ask for Sam's e-mail address so I don't have to spend 98 cents for one foreign stamp?

We finally gave a lesson to Mike Gunn. Throughout the whole thing I wanted to bang my head against the wall. We read Alma chapter 32, a great chapter on faith, but he told us that he believes you don't need to pay 10 percent in tithing. If your neighbor is in need, you should give them that (10%). Elder Packard tried to set him straight by saying, "Well, that's good, but try paying 10% AND give your neighbor some money." It didn't sink in, darn it. I was fighting myself not to scream out, "No a full ten percent, no less!" I didn't.
This is the one I had the real problem with. Mike believes that you can drink, as long as you don't get drunk. Again, so wrong, but I couldn't put that nicely, so I didn't say anything. It is just that Mike is so far from a bcd (baptism and confirmation date). His father John Gunn is coming along quite nicely. When we doing service at his house, he asked us about baptism for the dead. We got to tell him about it.
So that is pretty much my week,
Elder Forsberg