JonesMail!! SharkBait Hoo-Haha!

My brief time with Elder Chipana has now come to a close. He left to a faraway land called Bani, and another comes to take his place. But behold, it did come to pass that in those days, that one pale Elder stood in need of knowlege of the Mexican lands to the south of his homeland. And it did please The Lord to send him one from those very lands to teach him in those glorious arts.

And it was good.

My new comp´s name is Elder Zapata, and he is indeed from Mexico!

He wants us as we are. It doesn´t matter how broken or tattered we may be or feel, He wants us with Him. I´ve learned that a lot this last week.

¡HABLAMOS AHORITA!

-Élder Jones

1: Just an angel. Whatever.

2: Farewell is such sweet sorrow...

3: Note how my Stormtrooper is shooting the others.

4: That is me. And a sandwich. Made of shark. I´m eating a shark. Take that, Jaws.

JonesMail! ¨For the First Time in Foreverrrrr...¨

Freak! Febuary is already here! Dang it! I´m not prepared for this. The season of little rodents poking their heads out of the ground / commercialized affection (that´s a weird combo) is UPON US!!!!

I´ve also decided that when I get home, I´m going to do a weekly or bi-weekly vlog. It´d be so much easier than this written junk. Actual effort? HEELLOOO, we live in the days of technology! WE´RE ´MERICA!!! We do things the lazy way!!!! ;D

Okay, so I haven´t sent one of these weekly emails for a while...my bad. Time is a herb that grows not in my garden (ponder on that for a while).

Things have been pretty normal around here. We´d a glorious Zone Conference with Élder Maynes of the Presidency of the Seventy (doctrina PROFUNDA!). He expounded on the work and several tools we can use to help the work progress. 

We´ve faced quite a bit of rejection this week. In such, I found myself thinking, ¨Father, why don´t they recive me? Why don´t they understand? Why can´t they see that you sent me here to guide them to you? Why do they reject me? Why don´t they listen? Why can´t they see?¨

After pondering over such for a time, a thought came to me, which whispered, ¨Father, why don´t they recive me? Why don´t they understand? Why can´t they see that you sent me here to guide them to you? Why do they reject me? Why don´t they listen? Why can´t they see?¨  I then realized that these exact same feelings and frustrations were a portion of those that bore Jesus Christ as he hung on Calvary. How can I become more like Christ? I have to bear a portion of what he bore. I´ve found strength and comfort in such, and I´ve come to love Him more deeply.

I´ve decided to focus more on Preaching with the Book of Mormon. It´s the keystone of our Religion, so why not the keystone of our work? If the people can find out for themselves that the book of blue is true as true, then they´ll know that everything else is true too.

¡Sigamos Pues!

-Élder Jones

Pic: ¨Don´t worry, be happy.¨

JONESMAIL!!!! Let's Go To The Beach

Okay, so it´s been a freaking long time. I´m so sorry; my time management skills SUCK. But hey, what are ya gonna do.

¨Kill you.¨

Okay, well, don´t do that. Please.

Transfers have reared their ugly heads, and struck me down with a lethal blow. I was cast out to the wilderness of the south, with the letters ZL scarred into the flesh of my brow. (I was made Zone Leader.)

I´m in a place called Barahona, in the utmost south of the DR. My area is literally right along the ocean. IT´S AWESOME. We have a nice constant breeze that comes in from the ocean, which is a great defense against the overpowering heat.

As for the Zone Leader thing, I´m loving abusing other missionaries with my awesome power.

Kidding.

Nah, being a ZL is a lot of phone calls and crunching numbers. It´s cool, but all it really entails is more responsability. That being said, my understanding of such will probably change with time...as I only have a few days as a ZL. :D

I don´t know all things, but I do know that all things happen for a reason. If we strive to do right and to be true disciples of Jesus Christ, all things will work to our advantage. I´ve come to know for myself by countless special and sacred experiences that God lives, and loves us. I know this without a doubt in my mind.

I really want you all to know that I love you all, individually. I miss you all.

Happy 2016!

Sigamos Pues!

-Élder Jones

1: Hah, nerds.

2: I´m actually controlling that kid´s mind in that pic. He doesn´t remember being there when it was taken.

3: THE WATERS OF MARS. ...With a gringo and a peruano.

4: Make that your new desktop wallpaper. I totally will. ...When I get home. Heh heh.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

FELIZ NAVIDAD!!!!!

-Élder Jones

JonesMail...well, no.

Sorry y´alls...I´m out of time. BUT! I do want to tell you chaps about the experiences we had this last week...so...TUNE IN THIS SAME TIME NEXT WEEK TO FIND OUT! (Ooops.)

Peace, Love, Unity, Serenity!

-Élder Jones

DOMINICAN CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS! HA!

ZONE CONFERENCE!!!

JonesMail!!! Conferences and Contacting

I´ve been pondering a lot lately about creating completely unique Superheros with under-appreciated powers. For example,

THE GREEN THUMB. One bound at the heart with nature, The Green Thumb wields the power to control and manipulate blades of grass. It sounds lame at first...UNTIL HE MAKES A GIANT SUPER SIZED GRASS ARMY. Think about it.

GAS GUZZLER. There are some superheros that can shoot water or fire or webs out of their hands. Gas Guzzler shoots gasoline. BOOM BOOM BAD GUYS! Also, he can drive a car indefinetly, as HE WILL NEVER RUN OUT OF GAS. BRILLIANT.

PLASTOID. You´ve heard of airbenders and waterbenders? Well this guy is a PLASTICBENDER. ENOUGH SAID.

Well, like the subject line clearly states, we´d a conference this week. ZONE CONFERENCE, BABY!!! Élder Zivic was sort of the highlighting speaker in such, which was rather glorious (he has such a cool voice...). The focus was (logically) on being better, more effective missionaries. We´ve a goal/guide type thing called ¨The Pulse¨, which carries the end goal of to souls converted a month: one reactivation, and one baptism.

To achieve such, three items are needed (it´s dangerous to go alone):

1. Faith

2. Work

3. Obedience

The fruits of such are the results of ¨The Pulse¨ itself, as well as the Spirit, and, in all truth, miracles (which are indeed necessary as a missionary).

So, my final dedication: work like crazy, work like crazy, and work like crazy. Likewise, I´m trying to hit exact obedience so as to be able to enjoy all of the blessings that follow with such.

Glory.

We´ve done a bit of contacting this week (also mentioned in the subject line), and so far, we´ve found a few potentials. And a few freccas. But, we´re focusing on those that are interested in the GOSPEL, and not in us. :D

We shall see how these new people progress!

One of the two people that got baptized in September (Morelia, to be precise) received a calling this last Sunday! She´s progressing super well and is in truth very dedicated. WOO!

This next week is to be rather fascinating indeed! We shall drink from the fount of joy and joyness. Huzzah, my dear chaps. Huzzah indeed.

Peace, Love, Unity, Serenity!

-Élder Jones 

JonesMail! The Weird and The Wacky.

For those of you who are super crazy followers of ¨MKzing¨, no, I am not about to write about an under development internet series featuring MK clones and the supernatural. (I still want to work with that though.) Rather, this week has been a bit weird and a touch wacky.

Alright, so it´s only been weird in the sense that we´ve not been able to work a whole lot this week, which has kind of thrown us off a tad. 

Sunday: We worked.

Monday: It was P-Day. Hallelujah.

Tuesday: We left San Juan to head to the Capital for a Trainers Conference Wednesday morning.

Wednesday: We had the aforementioned conference.

Thursday: WORK!!! GLORY.

Friday: We´d a meeting which kind of chopped off half our day.

Saturday: We´d the whole International Mormon Helping Hands thing (did you guys do that too?), in which we raised awareness for a disease called Dengue. The service project was cool, but it sliced our day in half. No worries!

It´s truly heaetbreaking when people reject our message. How can we help them to understand that this is something different, something new? How can we help them to recognize us as servants of the Lord Jesus Christ? How can we help them to feel the divinity of our message?

Regardless, we press on.

Also, we found a freaking Golden Family. GLORY. If all is well, we shall teach them upon the morrow!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!

That´s all I´ve enscribed for thee! Peace out.

Peace, Love, Unity, Serenity!

-Élder Jones