Elder Carston Mark Calder

  If the Arabian desert was as hot in 600 BC as the Sonoran desert is in 2023 AD, then I'm starting to see where Laman and Lemuel were coming from.  Apologies for the delay. I didn't manage my time last p-day as well as I should have, and I wasn't able to write my email. I'll try to make up for it with this one. (Also, some of you might be wondering why I didn't reach out over messenger today. I have recently learned that the mission policy for p-day has been changed. I am not supposed to talk with anyone over messenger, by text, call, or video chat, unless they are from my immediate family. You can still email me though. And please do! I appreciate everything that's been sent so far).   Last Sunday after church the Country Club Ward had a linger-longer luncheon. As expected of a full-time proselyting missionary and representative of Jesus Christ, I was forced to go talk to people and get to know them.  It's actually a pretty cool ward, and I got acquainted ...

   A lot has happened in the past week. On Thursday the remaining missionaries in districts 03-G and 03-C, including me, went out for the evening and played games at the field and gym. I couldn't participate for as long as I would have liked to, since I pulled a muscle in my inner thigh the day before. It was really fun though, I'm glad that we were able to make the most of our remaining time together.  My companions stayed up late into the night, until around midnight, packing up their bags for departure the next day. It took me a lot less time than them, because I never really unpacked. They (meaning my companions) say that living out of a suitcase is no way to live, but I can testify to you today that it does have its perks. Sadly it didn't end up mattering, as I wasn't able to fall asleep until past midnight anyway. One thing that was cool was that I gave my first priesthood blessing that night. Our remaining elders had a little meeting before we started wrapping u...