July 10th, 2018

Paradise

Hello Friends and Family!

We got transfer calls yesterday.  Elder Ficklin is staying here, and he is taking over the district as the district leader.  Apparently...this area is now the ensign area for our district, so now it is the district leader area.  I can happily say me and Elder Perez basically helped make it one, and Elder Ficklin gets to lead it now.  Oh and our district is now a sistrict.  All sisters except for the DL.

Well...I'm out of here.
I am going to Paradise.
No really, that's what it is called.  This zone has the Strip in it.  So...I'm out of Henderson.  I'm going to be in Vegas for reals this time. 
So my new area, from what I gathered from other missionaries and Google maps, is that this area is not "ghetto" but... "low income". 
Also this zone has a super high baptismal rate...So I will probably be busy for the next six weeks.  But I'm finally going to Vegas!  Goodbye Hendertucky!
(Hendertucky is one of Henderson's nicknames...because of all the semi-redneck culture that is sometimes around here.  "God, Guns and Guts made America great" kind of culture)

On the 4th of July, I had roughly 5 dinners. So much food....

We had to go in early, but luckily our neighborhood had all of the illegal fireworks, so they were going off for a while.  Big ol' mortars.  Reminds me of Dad.

I don't have many photos today.  Too busy this time around...

We had a ton of lessons this past week. There are a few families that I am going to say goodbye to.  They better tell me when they get baptized...I've been working with them for 4 and a half months now, and they are getting close to their dates and some are even trying to figure out when they can get married...

I had to give talks in both of the wards last Sunday.  It was an odd foreshadowing of me leaving.  Famous last words I guess...

We met this guy the other day who let us into his garage.  He had some couches and a TV in there, and a ton of booze.  I sat on the couch and noticed a bong on the table.  I've never been so close to a bong before.  Suffice it to say, the guy was super friendly, but also super drunk.  People are funny.  He also was making a shovel into a one string guitar.  He was a metal-head, so when he talked about music and guitar stuff...I knew what he was talking about.  It smelled weird in his garage.  Tobacco-alcohol-weed-puppy-dog smell.

Here is one of my favorite scriptures

Enos 1
3 Behold, I went to hunt beasts in the forests; and the words which I had often heard my father speak concerning eternal life, and the joy of the saints, sunk deep into my heart.
4 And my soul hungered; and I kneeled down before my Maker, and I cried unto him in mighty prayer and supplication for mine own soul and all the day long did I cry unto him; yea, and when the night came I did still raise my voice high that it reached the heavens.
5 And there came a voice unto me, saying Enos, thy sins are forgiven thee, and thou shalt be blessed.
6 And, I, Enos, knew that God could not lie; wherefore, my guilt was swept away.
7 And I said: Lord, how is it done?
8 And he said unto me: Because of thy faith in Christ, whom thou has never before heard nor seen.  And many years pass away before he shall manifest himself in the flesh; wherefore, go to, thy faith hath made thee whole.

Have some Faith.  Because everything will be okay.

-Elder Moore

P.S. Elder Ficklin is allergic to peanuts, so that is why that picture is funny.