Kordin's Mission

  A lot has happened in these past two weeks, but one of the craziest things has been that I've become a baller. Every p-day, while other missionaries are resting up and playing their go fish and exploding kittens, me and the dawgs have been ballin it up on the courts of the church gym. I've been going so hard I almost made a basket in the last game. While my ballin skills still need a bit of improvement, my comp and I have been going hard on the streets finding people to teach. This last week we found 14 people, wayyy above what we were thinking we would get at the beginning of the week. Al is also about to get baptized this next Saturday, which he's been committed to doing even after he had six people show up to his door asking why he wanted to become a member. If I haven't mentioned this before, Al has a landlord who is a member, and while he is a pretty cool guy to talk with, he is an absolutely ruthless businessman. And so, everyone in Al's apartment complex, i

  As I see weather reports for the South of killer snowstorms and freezing temperatures, I have a greater feeling that all of the heat was sucked out of there and chucked at Vegas instead. This last week has been in the 90s, 100s or so windy I can't tell what the temperature is. Regardless, we've been staying on the grind, hitting the streets lathered in sunscreen with an extra water bottle in hand.  Our efforts have continued to pay off, as we've continued to find more and more people every week. Our buddy Al, who we've been teaching since the first week, decided he wanted to get baptized, and his wife Astella is to join him in his commitment very soon. He even asked if I would baptize him since I'm from Idaho and I "know how to lift up a sack of potatoes like him". Prowling the streets of the "Historical" side of Vegas always brings its share of stories. This last Saturday, I went on transfers with a brain of a man named Elder Faulkner, and we