Everything here is good. This transfer I am in the same area and what not. So I guess we will see what happens. My pday schedule is not much of a schedule at all. I just wake up and study and wait to go to lunch. I study and read and do laundry. And no one plays soccer here like missionaries and so I don't have anyone to play with. And no I don't play tennis because no one is there anymore to play. So kind of lame but its all good.
Thanks for the poem. I needed it this week. Here's a good one as well.
Who are you Boy?
You are a boy who journeyed to this land of ours.
This land where I´ve endured my days, and felt oppression kill my soul
And forged me into some tight mold.
And teach me that I should not hope
Unless I care to smell the smoke of dreams that the Red Army Tamed.
Who are you Boy?
From this land of plenty, teaching of God, if there is any.
You have all; we have none.
Do you know what that feels like, son?
And yet, you ask me to believe in something that I cannot see;
Some force you say will bring me joy.
Do you know what that feels like boy?
Where you´re from, faith is free,
But it has a price for me.
When I have pain, I have my bottle.
Hurt kills quickly when you drown it in vodka.
That's enough to warm my soul.
I work, I sleep, the days go by-
I´m waiting for the day I die.
You don´t understand this place.
You say and give.
Here in Russia, we just live.
Who are you boy?
Why do you come?
To save a soul who once was numb?
To teach a wretched, hateful man who cursed your help,
Refused your hand?
I thought that we were worlds apart.
So how is it that you knew my heart?
A fraction my age you calmed my rage;
Mercy paid my generous wage.
I should have been left behind,
It is hard to love my kind.
Hope in your heart,
Power in your hands,
Why did you come to this distant land?
I know now, it was for me.
The Red Curtain fell, but I was not free.
Until a boy from nations away, brought me my Lord.
I bless the day!
He led me to weep at my Master´s feet,
The American boy I met on the street-
New and naive, still in his teens,
With a message to bring the world to its knees.
I thought that truth would come from another-
I did not know, this boy was my ¨brother¨
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Thanks for the poem. I needed it this week. Here's a good one as well.
Who are you Boy?
You are a boy who journeyed to this land of ours.
This land where I´ve endured my days, and felt oppression kill my soul
And forged me into some tight mold.
And teach me that I should not hope
Unless I care to smell the smoke of dreams that the Red Army Tamed.
Who are you Boy?
From this land of plenty, teaching of God, if there is any.
You have all; we have none.
Do you know what that feels like, son?
And yet, you ask me to believe in something that I cannot see;
Some force you say will bring me joy.
Do you know what that feels like boy?
Where you´re from, faith is free,
But it has a price for me.
When I have pain, I have my bottle.
Hurt kills quickly when you drown it in vodka.
That's enough to warm my soul.
I work, I sleep, the days go by-
I´m waiting for the day I die.
You don´t understand this place.
You say and give.
Here in Russia, we just live.
Who are you boy?
Why do you come?
To save a soul who once was numb?
To teach a wretched, hateful man who cursed your help,
Refused your hand?
I thought that we were worlds apart.
So how is it that you knew my heart?
A fraction my age you calmed my rage;
Mercy paid my generous wage.
I should have been left behind,
It is hard to love my kind.
Hope in your heart,
Power in your hands,
Why did you come to this distant land?
I know now, it was for me.
The Red Curtain fell, but I was not free.
Until a boy from nations away, brought me my Lord.
I bless the day!
He led me to weep at my Master´s feet,
The American boy I met on the street-
New and naive, still in his teens,
With a message to bring the world to its knees.
I thought that truth would come from another-
I did not know, this boy was my ¨brother¨
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Given to a missionary serving in Russia. It's awesome how you can make a difference in someone's life. Not just me here but you all. To everyone that you talk to, that you come in contact with. Your love and kindness can change someones heart and make someone's day so much better. I hope all is going well for you. The baptism was good and everything else is good as well. Thanks for everyone's letters. I love to hear everyone's uplifting words and helping hands. Thanks again. Love you lots.
Elder Mitchell
Given to a missionary serving in Russia. It's awesome how you can make a difference in someone's life. Not just me here but you all. To everyone that you talk to, that you come in contact with. Your love and kindness can change someones heart and make someone's day so much better. I hope all is going well for you. The baptism was good and everything else is good as well. Thanks for everyone's letters. I love to hear everyone's uplifting words and helping hands. Thanks again. Love you lots.
Elder Mitchell
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