Real Email!

Andrew mentioned in his short email on Monday that he might be able to send a "real" email on Saturday - and that's what happened.  Yay!  Sounds like he had a great week.

Hey there. I'm back. 

I got special permission (thanks, President Sartori!) to write you today, because I didn't get any time this week, and now I have a short breath before visa trips begin. 

There is actually a ton of awesome to write about. I'll see if I can give it to you chronologically - 

Oooh. Probably not. I can't remember which day to start on. 

I'll just start on Sunday. 

Once upon a time, this entire last week, we were too insanely busy on exchanges in Tol'yatti and stuff, and getting ready for mission tour to do any missionary work. So we were stuck on Sunday evening with 3 hours and 0 new investigators for the entire week. But we had set a goal of seven the previous week during weekly planning. So we decided to flexbust out of there with a ton of faith that the Lord would give us seven new investigators. And He did. It was like every time we turned the corner, there was another elect person waiting for us. Even right in the areas around our apartment that get contacted to death when we don't have time to get further out, and when other missionaries are in town and don't know where to contact. So we came back in at about 9:00, (it didn't seem like 3 hours, it felt like about 20 minutes) having met and taught and gotten appointments and prayed with seven awesome new investigators. Woot woot! The Lord will help you reach your goals regardless of the limits you think you have. 

Already not chronological, because I have a story from earlier on Sunday. It was Samara District Conference (think stake conference, only... a district, rather than a stake). We did it, as usual, in the hotel Renaissance. T* brought her mom, which was way awesome.  S* also came, and he liked it. Well anyway, in the middle of the conference, I started getting a bunch of calls from this unknown number, but I recognized the area code as Moscow. I thought that was kind of weird, and they were calling really persistently. After that, I started getting a bunch of calls from a +1801 number. That kind of freaked me out; although I didn't recognize the number. Then I put 2 and 2 together in my head, and figured it out. Sister Sartori is the medical... person... in our mission. The one anyone calls when they have medical stuff to talk about. And her phone is set to divert calls to mine if she doesn't pick up. So all these calls were getting bounced from her phone. Her mother has been really in bad condition health-wise for the last few days, and so I figured this was probably "the call." It was. A few seconds later, she walked out. At the end of the meeting, after President Malm had finished speaking, he invited Sister Sartori to stand up and bear her testimony of the Plan of Salvation. She did a wonderful job. She flew back to America the next morning at about 1:00, and will probably be staying there until everything is done - ideally hooking back up with President Sartori in Tallinn, Estonia, during the Mission Presidents' Seminar in a couple of weeks (her visa only allows for two entrances, and she needs one for a visa trip). So she's been gone all week, and it's weird to see President Sartori pulling it alone. 

The next day.

We got up, and trooped on down to the office with the Zone Leaders. I guess I should explain what the heck Mission Tour is before I go any further. Mission tour is when a member of the Area Presidency (and sometimes another member of one of the quorums of the 70, like last year, when we had President Schwitzer and Elder Zwick) comes down and chills with President Sartori for like a week. They sit on Zone Leader Council, teach at Zone Conferences, etc. etc. President Per G. Malm and his wife, Agneta Malm came down. He is the new 2nd counselor in the Area Presidency, and he is a huge boss. He's from Sweden, as is his wife (whom he met on a temple trip to Switzerland at the age of 14 - cool, huh?). He doesn't look right away like he's Scandinavian, but she looks like she could be in Abba. They're both so cool. She speaks Swedish as her native language, knows German fluently, and knows English also pretty fluently, although she has a really cool accent. He knows Swedish, German, English (super good English with a humongous and very professor-like vocabulary, and only a tiny accent), and Norwegian because he was a mission president there (and apparently it's pretty similar to Swedish), and a little bit of like 30 different languages like Danish, Finnish, Russian, etc. 

So anyway, he blew our minds on Zone Leader Council. It was like the most inspired (and inspiring) thing I've ever heard. Every time he opened his mouth, fountains of pure gold came out. I came out of that so pumped to just absolutely slam my last 5 months. I'll ask permission to send you the minutes from the council on Monday, if President Sartori will let me. We had interviews after that, and I got lucky and got to be interviewed by President Malm. It was so awesome. He gave me super good advice personally that he could not have known to give other than through the Spirit. 

The next day. 

We got up, headed to the Avrora branch building, and got set up for Samara/Tol'yatti Zone Conference. Everything went smoothly except for a couple of fiascos with train tickets which we mostly dealt with all night on Monday (everything worked out, don't worry - Orenburg just missed a morning train to Samara and had to walk instead. Just kidding. About the walking). Then President and Sister Malm and President Sartori came in and conference started, and it was like an encore performance of Zone Leader Council. Once again; mind blown. 

That very night, we got to the train station with President, and the Malms, and helped them get all set up with their tickets and stuff. Then we got on two different trains (another fun side effect of ticket fiascos) and overnighted it to Saratov. The timing was sweet, because we decided to combine our exchanges with the Saratov ZLs with the Mission Tour Zone Conference. Well as it happens, President Malm and President Sartori wanted to go with the missionaries all evening on the 5th, and Zone Conference was the 6th. I hit the jackpot again, and headed out with Elder Christensen and... you guessed it - President Malm. Woot! We had three awesome meetings, and I got to see a family of friends from Saratov that we used to meet with when I served there. They have a kitten named after Elder Morris... haha. I hope Elder Morris finds out about this post because I'll be attaching a photo on Monday of A* (their younger son) holding Morris, the orange furball kitten. U* is also doing well, in case he was wondering. Also, as a fun fact, there is another black kitten named M* (another missionary the family really loved). But that kitten is a girl. Ha. Another fun fact - A* told me that Morris "писает очень много!" I laughed so hard! So anyway, that was a sweet day.

The next day. 

I woke up with a minor sore throat that felt more or less like post-nasal drip. We had to get up at 5:00 to make it down to the Zavodskoy branch building down in the southwest section of Saratov on time so we could get all set up for Zone Conference. We got set up and everyone started trickling in, and we once again had a GREAT [okay, Andrew actually said SICK, but that doesn't translate quite right for everyone] zone conference, thanks to President Malm. I was receiving so much revelation about missionary work that had nothing to do with what he was talking about the whole time; it was awesome. Man. This mission tour is going to burn something into this mission, and I think it's going to solve a lot of the problems we've been struggling to solve for months now on Zone Leader Council. President Sartori and R* took the Malms off to the Saratov Airport to fly back to Moscow, and I felt a giant load of all mission-tour related stress lift from my shoulders. 

The next morning we still had exchanges with the Zone Leaders, so I woke up at 6:30. I was feeling like poop at that point, but I figured it would be a huge waste of exchanges if I called up for permission to rest up. So I nuked down as much herbal tea and other hot liquid and anything else I could think of (like this super nasty inhaler thing that is supposed to make your throat feel better) as I could, and we got to work. We had a great day; I finally got to work an exchange with the legendary Elder G*. He's older than regular missionary age, and had to get special permission from the First Presidency to come on a mission. He is also a huge boss (he's from Ukraine). We had a wonderful day, and found a young couple of recently married people who are looking for a church to baptize the husband in. Woot! They are way awesome, and live right across the street from the branch building. 

So last night, we got on a train back to Samara, and got in this morning to a trashed apartment (we didn't get a p-day, and the apartment always ends up trashed when you have a bunch of missionaries over). So we got permission to do some clean up, I got permission to write you today if I found time (I did, in case you were wondering), and we had a meeting with a new investigator we found last week named F*. She is the younger sister of a guy who started a Protestant church here in Samara. His church has like 10 members, she said, if they are all anything like F*, they are SUPER SUPER good Christians who really understand the teachings of Christ well. We taught a wonderful Restoration discussion and committed her to read and pray about the Book of Mormon. It was a great meeting, and we're hoping to meet her brother soon, and ideally from there, some more members of that congregation. 

After that, Elder Langston and I brought it in down to the office, and started working on the visa trip schedule. It's mostly done now, so that's cool. We caught some problems with train tickets in advance this time... so hopefully we have enough time to fix them before they become fiascos. 

Anyway, I did an audio recording of replies to your last emails, so I'll attach that on Monday when I write you again. I also should be able to send you some sweet pictures. 

It's pretty weird to reflect that I may never see Saratov or Tol'yatti again (I'll probably see at least one of those cities again, but I don't know where I'm going). This week we'll meet with President, and he'll decide my fate. Dang. When did I get old?

Melissa, you are looking pretty sharp. Every boy's crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed woman. I mean, sister. Man, that was stretch. Probably because I shave every day. I always suspected ZZ Top's power was contained in their beards. Way to go on the cupcake front. 

I'm loving the mission. The clock is ticking way too fast, and I'm really feeling the pressure and the desire to make these last 5 months the best ones I have. Until Monday then. 

Love,Elder Broekhuijsen