This is probably the only post that will be from THE Elder Christensen.

If you are reading this you probably know me and are close to me so I won't really describe myself...

But today is Sunday May 02, 2010. I get set apart tomorrow as a MISSIONARY for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints at 8:30 P.M. These last couple days have been a whirl-wind but I still have yet to fully grasp the concept of flying to Brazil Tuesday morning so I'm betting the coming days will just OWN me from the inside out as far as craziness goes. I am so excited to head off into the unknown, and am ready to tackle any challenge that comes my way. My mom and dad taught me right, and I am so thankful to you all of you that prepared me for getting this far. You all know who you are

Anyways the blog that follows will pretty much just be a post of Emails that are from me to my family and friends, and it will be a good way to see me progress through my mission first hand. Even if my emails aren't necessarily to you don't feel weird about reading them. I want as many people to share this experience with me as I can.

God be with all of you until we meet again. You'll need it while you don't have me to bestow my presence upon you. haha. I'll see you all in a couple years.

-Scott

Send Me A Letter, I Miss You.

Elder Michael Scott Christensen
Brazil São Paulo Interlagos Mission
R. Euzébio de Souza, 121
Jardim Londrina
05638-100 São Paulo - SP
Brazil

Sep 5, 2011

cheyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

This week was a bit weird.

here is a breif summary of the weirder parts.

Friday night - we were walking along and a car with this like nasty 15 year old girl and her old mom stopped and asked us to get in and go to a dance with them. They were members, but also they were being serious. My companion said, "DUDE. THAT WAS TEMPTING." gross.

Saturday night - this lady we are teaching was drunk and throwing herself at us and asked us to come into her house and I politely was like, "no way lady." So then she was like "COME TO THIS PARTY WITH ME IN THE CENTER OF SÂO PAULO. IT'LL BLOW YOUR MINDS" No thanks. gross.

Sunday afternoon - the old lady that was giving us lunch got me alone in her kitchen when my comp went to use the bathroom and whispered, "you are my princccceeeeee. MY ENCHANTING PRINCCCCCEEEEEE...! I LOOOVVEEE YOU!!!!" And kept trying to get close to me as I was like "WHAT THE FREAK LADY?!?!?!" in my head and running away from her. she's like a million years old. When my companion came back there wasn't really time to tell him what happened so I just had to avoid her. When we left, she was like, "elder... come sit on the couch with me..." and I was like, "no way. see you later. you are creepy." And she just laughed.

So yeah, that is the point we've gotten to. pretty frustrating.

Other than that we are just making people happy in HEALTHY AND HOLY ways. Everyone loves us, even if it is to an unreasonable extent sometimes. I think that everyone should talk to the missionaries. We make people happy and our message is cool. Even people that don't really want to learn about the church should talk to the missionaries, because we don't even teach about our church in comparison with others. We just teach about Jesus Christ, in a unique and interactive way that makes EVERYONE happy.

"But Elderrrrrrrrr, I already learn about Jesus Christttt..." Shutttttt upppppp. That is a lame excuseeeeeee. If you really learn about Christ it is because you enjoy it, and so you can spend 5 or 10 minutes with missionaries and learn a little bit more and you will continue to enjoy it.

"But Elderrrrrrrrrr, my beleifs are different and I don't want to mix themmmm..." Also a lame excuse. The last thing that we ever do is force our beliefs down someone else's throat. One universal christian belief is that God responds to our prayers. And so we always teach what we teach and invite people to pray about it in order to know that it is true. It is literally impossible for you to be forced into a new set of beleifs by missionaries from our church. We invite, you pray, and then you do whatever you want.

"But Elderrrrr, I heard your church is super weirdddd..." Lame excuse number 3. One of the things that we hear most is, "oh man, I thought your church was like a weird cult, but you guys are just normal. I am really happy I let you guys in my house. I was totally misinformed."

"But Elderrrr, I feel weird just calling them up and inviting them overrrrr...." Alright then, there are a few things you can do:
1)If you feel wierd because you think they might be busy, just call them. They will probably cry from being so happy.
2)If you feel wierd because you don't know them, you probably already know a member of the church. Call up the member of the church and talk to them with that member. It can be in your house, in the church, at the members house, at a park, in a plane, on the street, in a boat, in a cardboard box etc.
3)Go to church on sunday with your bros and talk to them there for the first time.

So yeah to all of you that don't regularly talk with missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints you should look up the church online at mormon.org and ask for a visit because it is FREE and it is AWESOME and you will enjoy it. trust meeeeeeeeee pleassssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeee.

In other news I heard indirectly about a hurricane bigger than the whole world that made everyone evacuate new york. I want to hear what really happened though so, someone send me an email about that. I really doubt I heard the whole truth.

21 YEARS OLD THIS WEEK. THURSDAY IMA GONNA OPEN THAT CAP'N CRUNCH BOX I GOT IN THE MAIL AND EAT A BOWL. THAT COUNT DOWN IS ON.

it is fun that kelsey is getting obsessed about dating. BYU...

I didn't shave yet today and I look like a red headed paul bunion that went to prison camp.

we're gonna play basketball. There is a college basketball player in my zone. Should be fun... not.

LOVE YOU ALL remember to smile because life is ballin. we can actually be forgiven for stupid stuff we have done/do. that blows my mind pretty much daily.

BYE.

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