Shockingly, a package came this morning with some nice treats inside. I was rather surprised. Especially with us being in July, and July/August being ¨vacations¨ time again (aka close your business for two months).
Pawlenty´s from Virginia if I remember right...yes, I saw a little piece on the debt ceiling issue. It looks like they´re playing really rough with the ´Bama right now. It´s probably necessary, but if they push it too far it´ll make the recession look like a small store went out of business. World wide bankruptcy and riots would be the minimum start.
The sheet metal today is designed to flex and tweak as part of anti-pedestrian measures (that sounds bad, but it´s more meant to prevent excess injury to pedestrians.) As such, it´s also more dent-resistant and hail proof.
I had to give a talk in church too. And I did it standing on a balcony in the sun with a suit jacket on...heheh, with a computer desk instead of a pulpit.
It was a little stronger than normal. We´re both sick and tired of hearing nothing but complaints from the majority of the members, who keep ranting about their ´dream´ of the Vic Stake but do absolutely nothing about it, other than ¨oh, the missionaries have to work hard.¨ That´s the reason the Church is the way it is in Spain, everyone has the attitude of ´oh, if the missionaries work hard, we´ll have success!¨. I took the talk (because my companion was going to go all Elder Holland on them) Then I told them that their dream was essentially impossible with the amount of help we had from them. It definitely wasn´t the talk they were expecting (normally the missionaries get up and give a nice little sugar coated talk about how ´oh, please, help us´. Either way, I decided I wasn´t going to waste my breath doing that.
Prayed, wrote the talk, fasted, gave the talk. By the end everyone kinda sat there, stunned. The branch president got up and spoke for a second about the talks, everyone quietly proceeded to the closing hymn, and the meeting ended. I think there´s a few who were upset, but I said what the Spirit told me to say. Shirley (a member who actually does help us) got up and said I came across like a General Authority calling the branch to repentance.
At the very least, if the members aren´t going to help, they can stop complaining about how the missionaries are bums and how it´s all our fault the branch isn´t progressing.
So yeah, it was an interesting talk. I might transcribe it to English and upload it next week, or maybe I´ll type it up on the typewriter and send it home.
As for the apartment, on Friday the secretary in charge of the contracts finally managed to get in contact with the realtor, so maybe in a few weeks we´ll be able to move.
Hey, computer with working card slot. Pictures from random events, the stack of Dr. Pepper, and some yogurt I tend to drink as of late.
Today we´ll be going into Barcelona to take care of a few items of business. Then it´s back to the grind this week. Maybe this blasted area will start to move forward. Satan´s been having a merry time up in Vic (and in the whole district, actually. Gerona, Granollers, and Mataro have all fallen down into the bottom end), but things should start changing. If the area´s not better by the end of this transfer, then it´ll definately be time for me to leave, because I´m almost out of ideas. Still, that´s okay. I´m here to do something (and maybe it was to give that talk).
I hope you have a good time at camp this week. I´ve got a few videos I´ll send along after this e-mail.
Love,
Bradley.
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