So this week was good. We picked up some new investigators that were awesome we explained joseph smith and what he experienced and as we explained his question of which one is the true one and she felt the same way she shouted I HAVE THAT SAME QUESTION! and then the next day we taught another lady that said "there can't be as many truths as there are churches. Its not possible but how do i know which one is true? How can i know what baptism works. It was one of those moments you just want to scream it out THIS IS THE ONLY TRUE ONE! but we went about it in a way trying to let her find the answer in the scriptures. My companion said he was glad we had that lesson (on saturday night) because he didn't want to go with the area as dead as it was. So we taught that lesson and last P-day i called president to ask him what was happening and he told me to buy normal food because i was staying. So i did and we enjoyed our food. Then on sunday in church we had a problem. Members started argueing and i tried to calm it down and then the members started telling us that is was our problem and how they didn't feel like anyone even recognized them as members of the church (mission president, the church as a whole) and we just kept explaining to them we come to church to feel the spirit and learn from the scriptures not to see other people or rely on other people. things just kept getting worse. So i called president after church and talked with him for a little while he was very concerned and so just asked me elder ellis...what should we do. i told him my thoughts and he said he would call me back. So we rode our bikes all the way out to westpunt. it was a 45 minute bike ride. and had a lesson and then started to ride back and president called me... "elder ellis. i have decided to close barber." SHABAM blow to the heart. i was excited for next transfer i was excited to keep trying to help the members. "and you have a plane to puerto rico tomorrow morning at ten oclock." SHABAM SHABAM. Two more blows to the heart. i felt like i was in the middle of the desert(i really was) and dying of thirst and tired as all get out. and the only hope for help was a car coming up...and it drove right past (it really did) i just felt like a failure. I know the work here is just as important. but there was just a little sadness getting sent back from the islands so soon. i flew back yesterday and now i will be whitewashing an area with another island elder. i have mixed feelings but ultimately i know it is the same mission and doesn't matter where i am at. The brothers and sisters here need the gospel! I hardley know any of the missionaries here in puerto rico now. Its amazing how many people come and go in a short 5 months. BUT I AM PUMPED FOR REAL AMERICAN FOOD AGAIN! YEAH!
I Love being a missionary!
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