Poetry and Ice Cream Sandwiches

Hello Everybody!!!

This week was a fun week. I had the chance to go on a trade-off with one of the members of our district, Elder Antares, and it was a super fun day! So here's a short bio about him because he's an interesting guy. We'll just say that.

 - Loves Lord of the Rings and watched all three movies + all three part of The Hobbit consecutively. 21 hours straight and he didn't fall asleep. Respect. 

 - He's from Pleasant Grove Utah. Ironically, the same city that his companion is from. Did they know each other? Nope. 

 - He likes Banana Pudding.

 - He went through Basic Training this last summer in Fort Jackson, South Carolina.

 - While there, he sold cough drops and peanut butter for ridiculous prices and made over $500 by doing so. 

 - He looks kind of like my favorite tennis player, Roger Federer. Maybe it's just the nose. You decide.

Elder Antares 

Federer

     Anyway, we went out and spent some time looking for less active members of our congregation and we were biking. We got sworn at/yelled at/the usual while we were biking, but it was all worth it because one of the people we visited gave us ice cream sandwiches. The point of this story is - if two Mormon missionaries ever knock on your door, give them ice cream sandwiches.

     Just kidding, that's not the point. The point is, it's relieving a lot of the time to see how many amazing, good people there are here in Florida! We talk to so many grumpy, mad people that it's hard to keep a positive attitude while we're looking for people to teach. But there are lots of them. "Count your many blessings, name them one by one, soon it will surprise you what the Lord has done."

Also, at the subtle prompt of my mother, who feels that my blog posts lack artistic talent (she's right), I'm going to start writing a poem at the end of each. In honor of how we spent about 3 hours a day last week, this poem is entitled "Knocking Doors".

We walk around the city,

We knock on many doors.

Sometimes we're all giddy,

Sometimes we're all snores. 

Sometimes we walk in silence,

Sometimes we laugh nonstop,

We are faced by much violence,

We are gifted some soda pop. 

Why are we out here knocking?

Why do we scour the streets?

What is it that keeps us walking?

What keeps us out in this heat?

It's the Gospel of Jesus Christ,

The desire to share what we know.

Because from the tomb He rised,

The way to true joy we can show.

   So I took about 5 minutes and wrote this because I don't have any time on Mondays... so save critiques for when I'm home in two years. Also, here's a kind of basic picture of me and a nice sunset. Florida has really pretty sunsets, even if it is crazy humid and hot. 

Love you all, and have a great week!

Elder McMullin