Alright, so here I am in Parker CO and boy oh boy is it different than Alamosa. Now I only have about 15 minutes to type because the computers in Parker are weird, and so I might not get too much out.
Now Alamosa was cold, dreary, and had lots of hispanics. Parker is warm, wealthy, and lots of white people. So it's a bit of a change. It feels like Sherwood Park, only the houses are a lot nicer. And the members here are really awesome. And there are lots of them. Now the cool thing, is i'm only about 10 miles from the Denver Temple, and only a couple miles from the Denver South mission boundaries. So if David is going on his mission here, he might not be too far away from me. Which is kind of cool.
Now in Parker, I cover the Stonegate/Dove Valley wards. There are a lot of members here and the members are really missionary minded. It is the primary focus of both wards. On Sunday, we got probably 3 or 4 referralls in each ward. Everyone we are teaching, or trying to teach, is a member referrall. So it's really nice because tracting isn't super successful (no soliciting!/"i'm on a conference call") and the ward mission leaders and missionaries are ready to mobilize at a moments notice. In the Dove valley ward, there are so many male members that there are 2 Elders Quorums. Is that crazy or what?!!?
And maybe a little bit of explanation as to my mysterious illness last week, and the circumstances surrounding transfers. I was throwing up pretty much all evening, and all morning I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. So my mission president's wife gave me some advice to slowly drink a bottle of 7-up, then slowly a bottle of gatorade, then slowly a can of chicken soup. Well I made the 7-up no problem, and afterwards felt great, but about halfway through the gatorade, the Zone Leaders had to leave (we were at their apartment) and as I stood up to leave, I realized I needed to get to a sink, stat. And so as they were walking out the door, I quickly threw up 3 times in the Zone Leaders sink. And forgot to clean it out. So it was kind of funny because they have zone leader conferences for a couple of days after transfers, so it sat in the sink and festered for a couple of days. Apparently though it didn't smell that bad.
And the cool thing was, for some reason on the transfer e-mail, everyone in Alamosa was going up to springs on monday, except me and Elder Terry who left on Tuesday morning at 6:30 am. Which really made no sense. A) because it's kind of a waste of miles, and there is really no point for elder Terry to go up and B) because Elder Terry's license expired, and due to some previous mishaps back home, I'm only a class B driver which means I technically can't drive mission vehicles. It's obvious that there was some inspiration going on there because it made no sense for us to go down on Tuesday, but there was no way I would have been able to pack and travel on Monday. Hello carsickness. So it was a major miracle that things turned out that way. And I drove through the mountains on slippery roads safely. Even though it was the first time i'd driven in 5 months.
Speaking of which, I hit my 5 month mark today. yay!
And now lets get spiritual. Not a whole lot has happened in this area as of yet (we haven't taught anyone) so i'll go back to Alamosa for some cool stuff I found out has happened in my absence. I don't know if I mentioned it, but we met a lady who was excommunicated who wanted to come back and had 2 kids she wanted baptized. It was a cool miracle. I remember there was a dude there that was participating, and when I asked him if he wanted to learn, he responded that he was always in and out and wouldn't be able to. Well before we left, he set up the return apointment, which was odd, and then I gave him a BOM and told him to read and pray about it. Apparently Elder Terry went back after I got transferred, and he walked in the door and talked to the dude, and the guy (jerry) was like "You know guys? I prayed about it and know I need to get baptized." Which is pretty cool. And James is still way solid. So Alamosa is still going strong! Apparently they taught 13 lessons last week.
And Elder Summers is cool, he's from Seattle and has been out about 15 months and so we get along great. He's seen the movie UHF, so tracting is good.
And with that, i bid you all farewell. until next week.
Elder Gibb
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