How are you? I am well! We've had a busy day.
The week went quickly, I was involved in arranging trips for
missionaries coming to and leaving the mission, and had some surprises
as I was, at the last moment, told that some missionaries who were
going to extend their mission by a couple weeks, now were not!, and,
for example, today we forgot that a missionary was arriving at the
airport—we realized it almost an hour after he had arrived, and then
promptly ran to rescue him (happily he's Mexican—as Elder Melerio
said: "Por lo menos, habla, entiende"). I've been working the
transfers since Saturday morning. We were advised of the transfer
plans, then we ran to inform Zone Leaders and purchase tickets, ran to
a baptism that we were having, ran back to work, went to bed, went to
church, went to work, until three in the morning, then got up at five,
worked, worked, and now things are a bit calmer and I can finally
write!
Working somewhat in the business of missionaries leaving and arriving,
I've been thinking a bit about how much I appreciate missionaries. I
think that I'm learning to see them better, and to see something of
the sacrifices they make and the power that comes with our sacred
calling.
Transfers in the office were low-key—our companionships got switched
around (now I'm with Elder Ellsworth, and Elders Pérez and Melerio are
together), and some of the organization in the zone was shuffled.
Elder López, who was with me in Villa Dolores for two transfers, is
now an Assistant to the President, so we're now four Elders from the
Translasierras (Merlo, Villa Dolores) district in (or near) the
mission office.
I know that the calling to be a missionary comes from Jesus Christ.
Love,
Elder Schlachter
