Monday, October 27, 2014

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I guess I'll write if you really want me to.‏

Another eventful week has flown by! The work keeps us so busy it almost feels like I just wrote you a letter.

We're working with some amazing people. This week we were also blessed with the opportunity to learn more from exchanges with the Zone Leaders. I was with Elder Wood, big all star quarterback from Texas, who I'm no longer intimidated by. One thing I learned from him is how he truly loves the people and is concerned for their salvation.

The next best thing I learned was to be bold. In conversations with people I used to shy away from topics that they would be shocked about or word it so they don't mind. There is absolutely no reason to cower away when you are speaking about the truth from God. His gospel doesn't compromise and I won't try and make Jesus Christ's church sound more acceptable just for people to talk to me. We're called to find the elect and the elect will listen.

I'm taking the initiative to be a proactive missionary. I don't want to have to depend on Elder Oleson to tell me which bus to get on, how to get to a house, or lots of the routine things we work on. I am constantly trying to improve so I can become the type of missionary I imagined I dream of with lots of hard work and obedience. One day I'll get there.

Love you!

**It has been a tradition that Elder Price wears his favorite #24 shirt on his birthday.**
A picture is worth a thousand words!!

Monday, October 20, 2014


The Miracle of Generations‏  10/20/14

Last Saturday the Paignton ward decided to host a genealogy event at the chapel. They put a lot of work into making nice displays and committing local experts to help. They advertised with posters in Tor Bay's libraries and even on the radio. They gave us pamphlets to hand out so we headed up to the high street and got to work. We took a white board and wrote, "Stuck on family history?" which helped catch plenty of people's attention. This event gave people the opportunity to come to our church casually because there wasn't supposed to be any preaching. Hopefully I won't get struck by lightning for saying this but it was nice to approach people about something other than God. He's not as popular as history around here. Then after we built a little bit of a relationship with them they would sometimes ask questions.

Loads of nonmembers and less actives came up to the church for help getting started or help with a problem. It gave us the opportunity to meet people and talk to them about the importance of family history work and families for that matter. My absolutely favourite Singaporean (the only one I know), Cathy, came up to the event as well. She commented how she found the people to be so friendly and she really enjoyed talking to them.

The next day she came up to the church. This is where I picture Brother Hedlund from mission prep getting a cheeky grin on his face and saying "Gotcha!" The spirit is always so strong in sacrament meeting if you try and have the right attitude. We had a nice chat with her after and she wants to take the lessons from us. Hopefully we can help her understand why the Gospel of Jesus Christ is so important in our lives. I know it's blessed mine and I can't wait to share it with more people!

Once again time is limited so I'll have to leave it at that.

HIGHLIGHT FROM SCRIPTURE STUDY: Psalm of Nephi found in 2 Nephi 4:15-35 in the Book of Mormon.

Elder Price

Monday, October 13, 2014

If everything is bigger in Texas, everything is smaller in England.‏

All right mate? 
I saw Stonehenge. Foreigners are nice. My area is basically cold and cloudy San Diego. The church is true over here too. 
Adjusting from the MTC was harder than I expected actually. I thought it would be really easy but I definitely took for granted how spoiled we were in the MTC. The facilities and grounds were so well taken care of and the food was prepared every meal and snack time at nine every night. I was a brat every single time I complained about MTC food because I have only had like one decent meal since I made it to the field. Until we went shopping today we were out of most the essentials because of transfers so we were living off of scraps and Cathy's leftovers. 
"C" is a tiny Asain millionare from Singapore who runs a small train-themed hotel down the street from us. I guess she would be classified as an investigator who isn't progressing. We stop by often and continue to share spiritual thoughts with her. Previous missionaries grew close to her because her husband died over the summer and they did loads of service for her. Apparently she was a wreck and the missionaries helped her keep her life in order. She eats out almost every night, which is weird because she runs a bed and breakfast, but she used to throw away her leftovers until we came along. I don't mind free food.
Elder Oleson is my trainer and the District Leader. He's from Reno, Nevada and he has been out for 18 months. His favourite hobbies are kayaking and lacrosse. He's also into rugby and football (English). We get along great! He's a good trainer. My favourite thing to learn from him is how sincere his prayers are. His bedtime prayers are so long I finish my prayers and get ready for bed before he's done. I'm so grateful to be blessed with a good trainer because I prayed countless times that my trainer would want to work instead of being a lazy disobedient missionary. The Lord hears our prayers!
The first thing I said to Elder Oleson when I saw the flat was, "When are we going to clean?" He tries to convince me that it's actually relatively clean for Elders but the place was a disaster. Aside from all the clutter and the messy kitchen, the roof leaks, our balcony door is hanging by one hinge, the wind blows it open, and everything is tiny. England probably has less obese people because they don't fit up any staircases so they get stuck in their flats and die. That's one theory anyway.
The main towns we work in are Torquay (Tour-Key), Brixham (Bricks-um), and Paignton (Paint-un). There are some beautiful boardwalks here! We run on one each morning in the dark. Lots of the people around here are really chavy but at least they listen. I don't think they'll stab a missionary... not during the hours we're out anyway. 
Plenty of people warned me that contacting here would be difficult but I have still been shocked by loads of people on the street. The variety in nationalities and religions is astounding! Aside from all the "confirmed atheists" (how do you confirm that?) we've met people that are COE, JW, Catholic, Protestant, Salvation Army (which is a church and not a charity apparently), Pagan, Buddhist, Muslim, Baptist, Born-Again, and more. Even people sitting on a bench in their garden will tell us they don't have time to talk. I've found that as soon as it starts to get to me the Lord blesses us with someone that wants to listen and it reminds me why I wanted to serve. I love sharing this gospel I just wish more people would listen!

Even British kids have vulgar vocabularies. Some girls yelled not nice things at me for smiling at them. I'm convinced that none of them learned an inside voice. Each time I hear one I think of Harry Potter. I have to refrain from shouting, "Ten points for Gryffindor!" each time they're excited.
Miracle of the week happened Sunday. We set out to knock on the doors of a few potential investigators and contact people on the way there and back. Walking back to Paignton we were talking to everyone we could and nobody wanted to listen. Then out of nowhere a Romanian man named "D" found us and asked to talk to us. He explained as well as he could with limited English that he was being taught years ago by missionaries and he lost contact with them somehow. I'm thrilled because we've never had someone ask for an appointment before! I know that happened because the Spirit took us the right way home and because we were talking to everyone. If you pray like a hundred times a day then miracles happen.
 Love you!

Elder Price

Monday, October 6, 2014

SUM UP (for everyone who doesn't want to read the novel):
The Missionary Training Centre is amazing and terribly redundant. Elders are immature and Sisters are focused. We went to the temple today and tomorrow we get to go to Manchester to go tracting. We teach 3 (fake) investigators a day and study for hours on end. See highlights at the end of the novel.
It's finally time to email! It feel like it's been ages since last week when I told you we arrived safely so hopefully I can remember everything I wanted to include. This morning we got to go to the temple and later we'll go shopping at Asda so today is going to be without a doubt, the best day yet. Aside from traveling from the Manchester Airport to the Missionary Training Centre, we haven't had the chance to experience England. If it weren't for the weather at the MTC I might forget I'm already in England altogether. We do get to see the sun almost every day, for five or ten minutes in the morning. One day it didn't even rain!
After we arrived at the MTC we met the President along with counsillors and their wives. They conducted a whole orientation presentation including how to make beds and wash clothes. You'd think if we're old enough to be missionaries than we could figure it all out but then you slowly find out how mature all the Elders are. Then it'll make sense. Most Elders are 18 here and some of them are barely that. Now that the Greek missionaries left I think I'm the oldest one left. The Greeks caught a bus at 3 am to leave yesterday so there was 12 German missionaries and 30 English ones left. The people here come from all over the world but mostly Europe. I'm engulfed in various accents constantly and there are lots of Americans here so I really haven't learned the proper way to speak yet.
The MTC is full of astounding spiritual experiences but I may not survive if I had to endure seven or nine weeks like the language missionaries. Thank heavens I'm only here for 13 days. We teach three lessons a day, which isn't terrible when my companion is focused. He's lazy but he also shows loads of potential when he tries. The worst part is when he uses the toilet as an excuse to stop studying or get out of class about a dozen times a day. He'll stay in there fixing his hair and looking in the mirror for what feels like hours if I don't go fetch him. Don't joke about pet peeves or getting young companions because the Lord hears you and he'll be the one having the last laugh.
I'm the district leader of District Abinidi which includes three companionships (picture attatched). Elder Hernandez from Spain is my companion, Sister Torvinen from Finland is companions with Sister Schumann from Germany, and Elder Kendall from Elk Ridge, Utah and Elder Carpentier from France are companions. Sorry if that's confusing! The keyboards here are weird so it's a hassel to backspace and especially to use capital letters.
Love you all! Pray Elder Hernandez gets better at English and learns how to tie his tie... haha
-I jumped on my bunk to make my bed I discovered who slept there one year ago, my best mate Elder Hall.
-While role playing an investigator I explained I was interested in the afterlife because my brother had a still born child and Elder Carpentier replied, in a thick French accent, "Oh, congratulations to ze brotha." Yikes!
-We get to play futbol every day we have exercise.
-I'm grateful I already passed English 2010 so I'm not doomed when I return to Uni with terrible English spelling. They'll think I'm mental!