Archive for December 2009


December 29, 2009

Franklin and his companion recently (on Christmas actually) baptized a teenager named Tiro who was following in the footsteps of his father Tomas. These are Franklin’s words:

The baptism went well, some things came up that tried to screw it up – a lady showed up at their house and gave Tiro a hard time about being baptized, this lady did the same thing to Tomas (the dad), and she would not let up no matter what Tiro tried to say. Eventually he told her to leave and she threw a fit. Tiro got mad at Tomas and things looked bad for a little but everything went fine.
A cool story about Hermana Escarsega, the mom of this family – she finally set a date for the end of January but I think she won’t keep it. The reason why is she wants to be baptized by another elder, the one who found the family. This elder was converted when he was 18 and was kicked out of his home by his family two years earlier. He sold everything to come out on a mission. He’s a little wild but he was definitely the one meant to find the family. They have a special connection and know his story and are planning on legally adopting him after his mission. She mentioned she would be baptized this saturday if he was there to baptize her. I’m all for it and we’re waiting on President’s okay to get him over here. He called us and told me the sister shouldn’t have to ask for him to come do it, just keep working on it but I think baptizing your mom is a one time opportunity. We’ll see.

While the holiday season is tough because so many people are gone, Franklin sounded really good when he called us on Christmas day. He definitely sounds different but in a positive way, like his attitude and happiness are at an all-time high. Service is probably one of his strengths.


Rolling through December

December 16, 2009

Franklin saw a 6-foot tumbleweed! Apparently it actually caused some damage. It also snowed down there—the sirens started going off because Texans don’t really know what to do when they see white rain. Those poor people.

Franklin and his companion seem to be having some success with a few investigators. A couple others aren’t continuing in the lessons as well,—one day was rough when the missionaries heard of two investigators about to suddenly drop the teachings— but overall work is progressing at a healthy pace. One guy called the missionaries out of the blue and said he wanted to be baptized. He was taught three months ago and had been reading the Book of Mormon on his own. When Franklin’s district leader heard about him, he said, “Alright. Baptize the hell out of him.”

It was interesting what Franklin said in one of his letters: “I think it’s pretty neat how the Lord uses whatever we have in our personality and ability and then organizes people we meet—not always people that click instantly, actually almost never, but people He knows that if you try, you’ll be able to understand who you’re teaching, and/or learn from them something specific to you. Whether you’re quiet or talkative or rambunctious or anything, as long as you’re trying there is someone (some people) out there specifically for you.”

You said it Franklin.

First Thanksgiving

December 1, 2009

This last week was Franklin’s first Thanksgiving in the mission. He competed in the turkey bowl between his zone (“Mount Franklin”) and the neighboring zone (El Paso). While it was fun, Franklin admitted he knows little about football, was not much help, and…his team lost.

Teaching was difficult this past week since most investigators were out of town or unable to be taught. Franklin and his companion did get “killed with food” from generous members that invited them over. One night they held a family home evening at a member’s home and invited an entire investigator family. However, due to certain circumstances, only the 10-yr-old son and a 40-yr-old single mom came. While it went well, Franklin found out that the 17-yr-old daughter who didn’t come had talked to an LDS friend who’s first comment about the Church was that “there’s a bunch of rules.” Franklin writes, “I’ve come to expect that things happen to stop people from progressing. Opposition comes in a bunch of small small ways, sometimes so small that they’re visible to everyone but we can’t approach them.”