Wednesday, November 29, 2017

The Mountain

Altamont is nicknamed “the mountain” in our mission. We are sitting about 1800 ft. above sea level so I guess for TN standards that it is a mountain. The views are a lot like Linden’s and the people, believe it or not, are more redneck here. We live right next to a national park that we go running in the mornings. It is a very pretty place! I am loving the ward and loving the ol’ southern feel. My language has already slipped back to being more southern with these people. They say youins here instead of y’all for some reason.

This week was packed with things! I had to say goodbye to some amazing people in Thompson’s Station. I absolutely love that ward and I was really sad in leaving but all good things come to an end. When I got to Altamont, we had no one in our teaching pool so we have been finding fools! Elder White is a really great worker and loves to tract so we have been doing that more. We have found a couple of people but the coolest thing is we set a baptismal date for December 23! In this mission we have a goal to baptize monthly and the Lord is helping us out with that goal. I missed November but the future is looking bright.

We met with the bishop of the ward and we did as one of our mission president councilors directed us to do. That is to ask the bishop for a blessing because he holds the keys to missionary work in the area. That was a very powerful experience and it created a better relationship with him.

Story of the week. I love the country because of the crazy stories, this week I have two to share with you. We were knocking on a door and this old man walks out. He mumbles something and then he pops out his bottom dentures into his hand. Fishes out some corn kernal and throws both the dentures and corn into his mouth, wipes his hand on his pants and holds it out for Elder White and I to shake. I was trying not to laugh so hard because he stuck it out to Elder White first! The second story is we were tracting and this beautiful dog comes out of the wilderness. At first we thought it was a wolf but then it comes running at us playfully. I bet it and then smell this rotting smell. It jumped up and I saw the reason why it stunk. It’s neck had been cut down to the bone pretty much. It was like it had a collar on and it rubbed him raw. So I named it Zombie dog and it followed us for a bit. We had multiple tracting dogs this week and man the dogs here are crazy! A couple were munching on a dead deer.

I went on an exchange with my son Elder Hamblin. He is doing awesome! He has a new missionary so that makes me a grandpa. His name is Elder Brätt and man he is a wizard with the guitar. Elder Hamblin and I talked to a interesting 7th Day Adventist that pretty much admitted that his religion is wrong but still believes in the Prophetess. It is weird being there though it was slime a little community.

Anyways, I am sure to have more stories for y’all next week. Have a blessed week!

Love, Elder Q
 








 

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