Today I got ten e-mails. Seven of them were from the mission and four of those seven were about activities for the missionaries who are going home. I'm dying. (In a missionary manner.) I have not been counting my days till I go home. Some of the other missionaries are. But if any of you were wondering, I've got three weeks left.
This week has been really... I won't lie: It hasn't been very good. It's had high points and low points. Actually, it's had the same number of high and low points as any other week, it's just that the low points were really really low this week.
As I think I told you all in my letter last week, Hermana Pastrana's brother died. Unfortunately we haven't been able to see her since Monday.
On Tuesday we had zone meeting. And the elder in charge did NOT tell us.
The way the mission checks on our work has changed again. Now we only have to report how many confirmations we have had that week, how many people were in church that Sunday, and how many less-active members who were in church had assignments. I really don't care that the metrics have changed again but I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that two of the three metrics have very little to do with what we as missionaries can do. (There are active members who don't come to church every Sunday. And missionaries can't give assignments to the less-active members who actually do show.) But I'm sure there is a reason these particular metrics are now being tracked.
On Friday we finally went back to Domingo's house. In his prayer he asked God to send us by more often. He missed us. :) Oh, and Friday morning was spent chipping paint off of walls so that the Cruz family can re-paint their house. Usually people here just paint on top of the cruddy old peeling paint. Needless to say, the new paint job doesn't last very long when they do that, because the paint underneath just keeps chipping off and peeling away and the newer paint peels away with it. I never thought I would see somebody do a point job even mostly right in Argentina, but now I have. :)
Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday we had appointments with Emiliano. We've finished up all of the missionary lessons with him. He had his baptismal interview Saturday in the morning.
And he didn't pass.
Turns out he had smoked two days beforehand and had never told us. What's more disappointing is that the person who offered him the cigarette was his brother, a recent convert, who shouldn't be smoking either.
Saturday after the interview, we had our last capilla abierta [open house at the chapel] in Banfield 2. While speaking with one of the members there, I was told that Emi's mother is also smoking in secret. Supposedly. And she is also a recent convert.
Sunday we went over to the house and found Emi's mom all alone. I don't even know how the topic came up but she told us that, yes, she did smoke a cigarette the other day. She knew she shouldn't but sometimes she has moments of very high stress and she falls into temptation. We still need to meet up with Emi's brother and find out what HIS story is, if he is smoking all the time or what.
Doing missionary work and seeing someone accept the gospel and make the necessary changes to his or her life is joyful, but this week had its share of sorrows and let downs.
Con amor,
Hermana Crotzer
Editor's note: As every smoker knows, it can be very difficult to quit. The following article might be helpful for those trying to overcome a smoking habit as well as those trying to be supportive of someone trying to quit:
https://www.lds.org/ensign/2002/02/tobacco-quitting-for-good?lang=eng