Regarding transfer news, it was ALMOST what I anticipated. Yes, Elder Purcell is going upline to Kenema. As for me, I'm receiving a branch missionary. Ugh. That's even LESS than a greenie! At least greenies have MTC training. I don't even know who it is yet. I was really disappointed to not be training, especially with all of the others that are training in the coming transfer. I had hoped and prayed for it, but I guess the Lord has other ideas for me. Maybe the Lord just trusts me enough to handle a branch missionary. This transfer means I'm likely to be here for at least another 3 months, maybe 4.5 if I train. I'm just gonna get my feet sunk in here and get comfortable.
This week brought us an interesting experience. I think the best part about being a missionary is when you run out of your own ideas, and then turn yourself over to the Spirit to figure your predicaments out for you. This week was particularly cool.
We got done baptizing most of our teaching pool, and so our plan for that day was looking a little thin. We decided to schedule in an appointment for "Bro. Prepared Soul." We didn't know who, or where this person was, but we were determined to find him. When that time in the day was reached, Elder Purcell and I headed down the main road. We reached a certain junction, and both of us felt the need to turn right. We went down down down, and we reached a point where we ordinarily turn again, but this time, we felt that we needed to continue forward, so we did. We walked until we met a young man cooking in front of a shop (everyone here cooks on open fires. Stoves are pretty much unheard of). Yes, this was the man. We sat down, had a sweet lesson, and invited him to church.
Most of the time, first time contacts like this will never attend church unless a friend takes them. This time, however, he came. EARLY. He went to the branch that met before ours (at 9:00), stayed for all of their meetings, then went to our meeting (12:30) and stayed for all of OUR meetings! He has accepted a baptismal date, and we are so excited for this man. Having the Spirit with you like that is truly the best experience ever.
Yeah, sweet right? That's a trick I'm going to rely on later as our pool shrinks again. It just felt right at that particular time to go in no particularly predetermined direction to find someone that the Lord knew. It was so awesome!
As far as stuff to send me, the white shirts are holding up fantastically well. One of them has gone missing, which isn't hugely inconvenient, but it would be if I lost another one. I have eight, which gives me one for each day, and one to wear on P-Day while my others are drying outside. If you send another one, send something smaller than 16. The ones that I have wear really big on me. I'm considering having them sized. Slacks are okay, but one of mine got bleached a little. I don't really need any more... I still have the four I came with (including the one that saved my butt, well, more my legs, in that nasty crash). My shoes are doing fine. I just had them resoled, so they should last a LONG time (The guy basically glued a quarter inch of rubber on the underside. Yeah, even the mountain will struggle to spoil that!). That, and some new insoles. The ones on my current shoes are dying. I think that's about it! Oh! And a new thumb drive. I'll be sending you one very soon with all of my pictures/videos to date for Christmas. I'm sure you'll like that. :-)
So, yeah. I think that's mostly it! I guess we'll see what this week brings. New companion, new adventures. It'll only be for six weeks, so for better or worse, I'll make the best of it. Love you!
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, October 24, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Super P-Day, a Lose-Lose Situation & a 'Debul'
So Dad, you mentioned that you were listening to Rush play, "La Villa Strangiato" while you wrote your email to me?" Goodness, you have no idea how much I miss listening to Rush. That's gotta be one of the hardest things out here: Giving up good (but not mission appropriate) music. It hurts, especially on the rare occasion that we happen to hear a radio station playing something familiar. Most of the time, however, they are playing garbage.
This pain was helped a little today at Super P-Day (a zone wide preparation day) when we were allowed to watch "Megamind" and "The Lion King." Megamind was AWESOME, and super hilarious. It had some sweet music that reminded me of Josh like crazy (namely "Back in Black", "Bad", and "Welcome to the Jungle"). All of us missionaries don't really know what to do with ourselves after watching a movie. It's so... WEIRD. The Lion King reminded me of Tesia (that may have gone without saying). I'll be sure to write her a letter telling her about the awesomeness that it was. Man, I miss my music like crazy!
Speaking of Tesia, she told me that Steve Jobs died. Ah! That's a big deal now! The computer world is sad for that.
You know, seeing first-hand what outside influences do to Africa, I've definitely concluded that it's almost impossible to find a satisfactory way to help the people without digging a pit for them in the end. It's almost always a lose-lose situation. If you go in to help, then they learn dependency on the "Western World" or UN, and become even poorer/hungrier/etc. when we pull out. Do nothing, and the same outcome (plus death). It's just hard for these people. Most unfortunate of all is that it's caused by a small handful of wicked people, therefore influencing the rest of the population to follow in like suit to help themselves, rather than to worry about others. I guess that that is why Salone needs us so bad. If we teach correct principles, the Lord will prosper these people regardless of what others do.
The life of a missionary here isn't all that exciting. Just tons of hiking mountains and teaching people. I like to make sure that we're back in the apartment by dark (around 7:00 p.m.). There is no reason to be out after that. No, not even to teach. This place scares the crud out of me after dark, so I don't even mess with that.
Speaking of scary things, I saw my first Devil (pronounced 'debul') this week! I can't believe I've been on mission for this long and I'm only seeing my first. To sum it up, they are "societal sorcerers".
Here, they have national gender gangs called societies, and they have Devils that represent and lead them. Each of them have different and terrifying appearances, and are there for the sole purpose of scaring others, and performing black magic. The one I saw was wearing huge horns and animal skins and hair. Others paint themselves in blood.
Some of these societies are even involved in cannibalism. Lucky for me, the people here don't use black magic on white people. I asked someone why once, and they said that it's because it simply doesn't work on us. Hahaha, I thought that was funny. If you keep away from the Devils, they won't bother you. Well, unless you're in Grafton, but I don't live there, so I won't get into that.
Have a great week! Transfer news this Sunday! XD
Love,
Elder Vaughan
This pain was helped a little today at Super P-Day (a zone wide preparation day) when we were allowed to watch "Megamind" and "The Lion King." Megamind was AWESOME, and super hilarious. It had some sweet music that reminded me of Josh like crazy (namely "Back in Black", "Bad", and "Welcome to the Jungle"). All of us missionaries don't really know what to do with ourselves after watching a movie. It's so... WEIRD. The Lion King reminded me of Tesia (that may have gone without saying). I'll be sure to write her a letter telling her about the awesomeness that it was. Man, I miss my music like crazy!
Speaking of Tesia, she told me that Steve Jobs died. Ah! That's a big deal now! The computer world is sad for that.
You know, seeing first-hand what outside influences do to Africa, I've definitely concluded that it's almost impossible to find a satisfactory way to help the people without digging a pit for them in the end. It's almost always a lose-lose situation. If you go in to help, then they learn dependency on the "Western World" or UN, and become even poorer/hungrier/etc. when we pull out. Do nothing, and the same outcome (plus death). It's just hard for these people. Most unfortunate of all is that it's caused by a small handful of wicked people, therefore influencing the rest of the population to follow in like suit to help themselves, rather than to worry about others. I guess that that is why Salone needs us so bad. If we teach correct principles, the Lord will prosper these people regardless of what others do.
The life of a missionary here isn't all that exciting. Just tons of hiking mountains and teaching people. I like to make sure that we're back in the apartment by dark (around 7:00 p.m.). There is no reason to be out after that. No, not even to teach. This place scares the crud out of me after dark, so I don't even mess with that.
Speaking of scary things, I saw my first Devil (pronounced 'debul') this week! I can't believe I've been on mission for this long and I'm only seeing my first. To sum it up, they are "societal sorcerers".
Here, they have national gender gangs called societies, and they have Devils that represent and lead them. Each of them have different and terrifying appearances, and are there for the sole purpose of scaring others, and performing black magic. The one I saw was wearing huge horns and animal skins and hair. Others paint themselves in blood.
Some of these societies are even involved in cannibalism. Lucky for me, the people here don't use black magic on white people. I asked someone why once, and they said that it's because it simply doesn't work on us. Hahaha, I thought that was funny. If you keep away from the Devils, they won't bother you. Well, unless you're in Grafton, but I don't live there, so I won't get into that.
Have a great week! Transfer news this Sunday! XD
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, October 10, 2011
Hard Work, Obedience & Knowing
Boy, the questions in your letter have left me a lot to answer! And once again, this keyboard is horrid. It comes from thousands of untrained Africans coming in here and pecking at the keyboard all the day long for months. I'll do my best. ;-)
Yeah, a year. It's so long! Ha ha ha. Man, I feel like mi na JC (I'm a greenie). I feel like the thing that I've learned the most is love (rather, charity). How to love people that are mean/evil/lazy. How to love companions that are challenging. How to love situations that are crappy (like our baptismal font that had no water Saturday. Uh, problem right?). How to love strangers. How to love those that hate you. How to love the most under-foot-trodden country on the planet. Suffice it to say, how to love everything. The most challenging part (as with the gospel of Jesus Christ) is "enduring to the end". Day to day work is easy, but doing it every blessed day without a break with numerous failures can be discouraging, and the tough thing is not letting it beat you. Lets face it, missionary work is HARD. I summit-ed Wellington every day this week. Is that hard? YES. Was I crushed when 0 investigators came to church yesterday? YES. Does it keep me from trying harder? NO.
Facing and overcoming challenges is easiest when you just focus on the fruit that comes of the manure, so to speak. Do what you're supposed to, be strictly obedient, and God does the rest. When I'm doing everything that I can do to be obedient, I don't feel bad about anything that happens in the day.
The most important goal for the remainder of my mission is to sprint faster. Become cleaner in thought, word, and deed. Have a greater desire to do good. Change from a disposition to do evil, as the people in Mosiah 5. That's the goal. Come back a new man, and don't ever turn back. This is the most important ultimately because it's the reason I came. I came to make myself a faithful Latter-day Saint for good, and to help others do the same.
As far as my testimony goes, it hasn't changed. Should it? I know it's true. Can that become anything more? I KNOW. You can't go from "know" to "knower" or "knowest". I just know. And if, in the impossible scenario that I've been duped by Joseph Smith, I'll thank him forever for the joy it has brought in my life. You can't replicate that anywhere else.
So, does that help answer your questions? :-) When people ask how long I've been on mission, I say 11 months. Why? It means I have MORE than a year left, rather than LESS. ;-)
I can relate to Tyler Russell suffering from Culture shock upon his return home from Ghana. I will have such a hard time adjusting when I get back. Brother Lancaster wrote me last week, and he said he went through the same thing. If you want a bit of entertainment, ask Tyler how his Twi is (pronounced "tree"). I've been blessed to learn a phrase or two from the Ghanans I've lived with.
We joke about how we'll wander around the house looking for a bucket to fill for bathing, and other funny things. We'll marvel at the light switch that will turn on the lights EVERY TIME you switch it. We'll be happily surprised when the running water never runs out. Oh! And its heated! I'll be able to cook more than one thing at a time (we have just one burner here), and I'll never have to lug that 60-100lb tank of gas to be refilled for the stove. I'll be able to drink tap water and not die. I'll be able to sit still and not sweat. I'll be able to sleep in the open air, even outside without any risk to my health! I won't have to take doxy again. I'll never have to watch for cobras as I cross a cemetery. I'll never have to worry about being run over by a motorcycle. I'll have internet that moves, and a keyboard on which ALL of the keys work. I'll be able to flush the toilet (yeah, it's a big deal. I'm sure you've taken THAT one for granted your whole life!). I'll never greet someone by asking how their body is. And most importantly, I'll never have to squish a cockroach again. Yeah, it really is a big change. Luckily, I'm still here. ;-)
Okay, time is don don. Oh! I got Grandpa Doug's package! Make sure he knows. I wrote a letter to thank him that I'll send asap.
Have a wonderful week! :-)
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Yeah, a year. It's so long! Ha ha ha. Man, I feel like mi na JC (I'm a greenie). I feel like the thing that I've learned the most is love (rather, charity). How to love people that are mean/evil/lazy. How to love companions that are challenging. How to love situations that are crappy (like our baptismal font that had no water Saturday. Uh, problem right?). How to love strangers. How to love those that hate you. How to love the most under-foot-trodden country on the planet. Suffice it to say, how to love everything. The most challenging part (as with the gospel of Jesus Christ) is "enduring to the end". Day to day work is easy, but doing it every blessed day without a break with numerous failures can be discouraging, and the tough thing is not letting it beat you. Lets face it, missionary work is HARD. I summit-ed Wellington every day this week. Is that hard? YES. Was I crushed when 0 investigators came to church yesterday? YES. Does it keep me from trying harder? NO.
Facing and overcoming challenges is easiest when you just focus on the fruit that comes of the manure, so to speak. Do what you're supposed to, be strictly obedient, and God does the rest. When I'm doing everything that I can do to be obedient, I don't feel bad about anything that happens in the day.
The most important goal for the remainder of my mission is to sprint faster. Become cleaner in thought, word, and deed. Have a greater desire to do good. Change from a disposition to do evil, as the people in Mosiah 5. That's the goal. Come back a new man, and don't ever turn back. This is the most important ultimately because it's the reason I came. I came to make myself a faithful Latter-day Saint for good, and to help others do the same.
As far as my testimony goes, it hasn't changed. Should it? I know it's true. Can that become anything more? I KNOW. You can't go from "know" to "knower" or "knowest". I just know. And if, in the impossible scenario that I've been duped by Joseph Smith, I'll thank him forever for the joy it has brought in my life. You can't replicate that anywhere else.
So, does that help answer your questions? :-) When people ask how long I've been on mission, I say 11 months. Why? It means I have MORE than a year left, rather than LESS. ;-)
I can relate to Tyler Russell suffering from Culture shock upon his return home from Ghana. I will have such a hard time adjusting when I get back. Brother Lancaster wrote me last week, and he said he went through the same thing. If you want a bit of entertainment, ask Tyler how his Twi is (pronounced "tree"). I've been blessed to learn a phrase or two from the Ghanans I've lived with.
We joke about how we'll wander around the house looking for a bucket to fill for bathing, and other funny things. We'll marvel at the light switch that will turn on the lights EVERY TIME you switch it. We'll be happily surprised when the running water never runs out. Oh! And its heated! I'll be able to cook more than one thing at a time (we have just one burner here), and I'll never have to lug that 60-100lb tank of gas to be refilled for the stove. I'll be able to drink tap water and not die. I'll be able to sit still and not sweat. I'll be able to sleep in the open air, even outside without any risk to my health! I won't have to take doxy again. I'll never have to watch for cobras as I cross a cemetery. I'll never have to worry about being run over by a motorcycle. I'll have internet that moves, and a keyboard on which ALL of the keys work. I'll be able to flush the toilet (yeah, it's a big deal. I'm sure you've taken THAT one for granted your whole life!). I'll never greet someone by asking how their body is. And most importantly, I'll never have to squish a cockroach again. Yeah, it really is a big change. Luckily, I'm still here. ;-)
Okay, time is don don. Oh! I got Grandpa Doug's package! Make sure he knows. I wrote a letter to thank him that I'll send asap.
Have a wonderful week! :-)
Love,
Elder Vaughan
Monday, October 3, 2011
Two More African Temples & My Testimony of the Prophet
Wow, two more temples in Africa!! We've been praying for this like crazy. We were theorizing that they'd put another one in South Africa, maybe Nigeria, and we were hoping for Zimbabwe. But DR Congo? That's so sweet! That makes me happy. It's a big step to helping this continent become the best continent on earth.
I'm working on some Christmas presents for the family. It won't be a whole lot obviously. Also, I'm looking into some other things to get like a "shine-shine" gara suit. It'd be the coolest thing ever, but it'd be like $60. A gorgeous show-off (as we'd say, "bluff-man") suit for $60? No problem! Great deal, right? But, bottom line is that I don't have any personal money. I'll need you to wire me a few bucks. I had to use a chunk on a belt and some more ties. Oh yes, Jatala ties. I'm seriously considering a Jatala online store when I get home. Those things are the best! Anyways, I don't think I'd need TOO much. There's not a whole lot to use it on since our subsistence money goes a long ways here!
The other thing I was thinking about... I want to get Mom and Hil some sweet Africana dresses to wear to church. Yeah, sweet right? Head ties and everything. They're absolutely awesome, and I plan on getting one for Mom to wear to my homecoming. Problem is, you keep shrinking Mom! Okay, not so much a BAD problem, but a problem for guessing your size! Ha ha ha. ;)
So, Sister Roggia snapped me and Elder Priddis when we were chatting? Oh boy, that was like the best part of my week. Things haven't been so easy for me these past few weeks, so I was having a nice long discussion with him about what I should do. It was cool because he counseled me before as my trainer, and now he counsels me as Assistant to the President. How cool is that? It was a really great experience. I love that man so much, and am so appreciative for all that he did to make sure that I became the best missionary that I could. Our short period of six weeks influenced me more than all the rest of my mission put together, because I always remember his example as the most obedient and diligent missionary I ever served with. If I could "re-experience" (not necessarily "redo") any six weeks on mission, it'd be those.
Yeah, that package from Uncle Rick was great! The Jolly Ranchers are totally gone now, and we enjoyed the chicken stuff on rice. It was good! I really appreciated it.
It's too bad that the Aggies lost to BYU. I'm not really feeling it though. That's something from another universe. Speaking of other universe! Thanks so much for the excerpt of Neil Peart's blog where he talked about his visit to Logan, Utah. I LOVED THAT! That's the kind of stuff that I like to see! :) You don't have to worry about me being "trunky." If I was able to send Elder Lancaster home without getting trunky, then I'll be okay with anything!
You asked if I ever tell people about the time I got to meet the prophet. Yes, there are many times I've told people that I've met the prophet. It's a really neat thing to tell people about. I show them a picture of the conference center in Salt Lake City, and their minds are blown. There is nothing like that place in this country. I tell them that the prophet speaks to us from there, and they love it. However, I don't use it as part of my testimony too much, neither that nor my experience visiting the sacred grove. People here can already assume that I've been there. They don't need anything elegant or elaborate to tell them that what I know is true, I just have to tell them in pure and simple language that they understand.
I say to them, "A no se dat cl tin we a don tck today na tru, and dat Thomas S. Monson na we profit today."
It's just that simple. Because what I'm testifying is true, the Spirit confirms it in their hearts, and I don't have to worry so much about convincing them that it's true. They are simple people, and they believe everything we say, so it's just about getting the Holy Ghost to confirm it in their hearts. After all, that's how it should be, right? :)
Well, time don don for now. I love you so much and miss you like September rain! :)
Love,
Elder Vaughan
I'm working on some Christmas presents for the family. It won't be a whole lot obviously. Also, I'm looking into some other things to get like a "shine-shine" gara suit. It'd be the coolest thing ever, but it'd be like $60. A gorgeous show-off (as we'd say, "bluff-man") suit for $60? No problem! Great deal, right? But, bottom line is that I don't have any personal money. I'll need you to wire me a few bucks. I had to use a chunk on a belt and some more ties. Oh yes, Jatala ties. I'm seriously considering a Jatala online store when I get home. Those things are the best! Anyways, I don't think I'd need TOO much. There's not a whole lot to use it on since our subsistence money goes a long ways here!
The other thing I was thinking about... I want to get Mom and Hil some sweet Africana dresses to wear to church. Yeah, sweet right? Head ties and everything. They're absolutely awesome, and I plan on getting one for Mom to wear to my homecoming. Problem is, you keep shrinking Mom! Okay, not so much a BAD problem, but a problem for guessing your size! Ha ha ha. ;)
So, Sister Roggia snapped me and Elder Priddis when we were chatting? Oh boy, that was like the best part of my week. Things haven't been so easy for me these past few weeks, so I was having a nice long discussion with him about what I should do. It was cool because he counseled me before as my trainer, and now he counsels me as Assistant to the President. How cool is that? It was a really great experience. I love that man so much, and am so appreciative for all that he did to make sure that I became the best missionary that I could. Our short period of six weeks influenced me more than all the rest of my mission put together, because I always remember his example as the most obedient and diligent missionary I ever served with. If I could "re-experience" (not necessarily "redo") any six weeks on mission, it'd be those.
Yeah, that package from Uncle Rick was great! The Jolly Ranchers are totally gone now, and we enjoyed the chicken stuff on rice. It was good! I really appreciated it.
It's too bad that the Aggies lost to BYU. I'm not really feeling it though. That's something from another universe. Speaking of other universe! Thanks so much for the excerpt of Neil Peart's blog where he talked about his visit to Logan, Utah. I LOVED THAT! That's the kind of stuff that I like to see! :) You don't have to worry about me being "trunky." If I was able to send Elder Lancaster home without getting trunky, then I'll be okay with anything!
You asked if I ever tell people about the time I got to meet the prophet. Yes, there are many times I've told people that I've met the prophet. It's a really neat thing to tell people about. I show them a picture of the conference center in Salt Lake City, and their minds are blown. There is nothing like that place in this country. I tell them that the prophet speaks to us from there, and they love it. However, I don't use it as part of my testimony too much, neither that nor my experience visiting the sacred grove. People here can already assume that I've been there. They don't need anything elegant or elaborate to tell them that what I know is true, I just have to tell them in pure and simple language that they understand.
I say to them, "A no se dat cl tin we a don tck today na tru, and dat Thomas S. Monson na we profit today."
It's just that simple. Because what I'm testifying is true, the Spirit confirms it in their hearts, and I don't have to worry so much about convincing them that it's true. They are simple people, and they believe everything we say, so it's just about getting the Holy Ghost to confirm it in their hearts. After all, that's how it should be, right? :)
Well, time don don for now. I love you so much and miss you like September rain! :)
Love,
Elder Vaughan
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