<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:45:26.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E'Horspool</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5846128868808342276</id><published>2009-06-27T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:26:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bautismo Jeison - This is when him and Elder Cook came out of the water.  fun fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZyDzr_WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VTKvMXyZwzM/s400/Bautismo+Jeison+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090616916301826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guatita - there you have it.  Delicious Cow stumach chopped up in bite sized bits with tomato sauce and mashed potatoes and onions.  It was DELICIOUS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZyEIyqi1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BicKXMjDSz4/s1600-h/Guatita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZyEIyqi1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BicKXMjDSz4/s400/Guatita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090622581443410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZyDzr_WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VTKvMXyZwzM/s1600-h/Bautismo+Jeison+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5846128868808342276?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5846128868808342276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5846128868808342276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5846128868808342276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5846128868808342276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-pics.html' title='more pics!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZyDzr_WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VTKvMXyZwzM/s72-c/Bautismo+Jeison+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3240072678698311323</id><published>2009-06-22T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:20:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission Chile, Viña Del Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZwzNMJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1W5AMeAS9PI/s1600-h/La_Misi%5E%5En_y_%5E%5Elder_Oaks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZwzNMJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1W5AMeAS9PI/s400/La_Misi%5E%5En_y_%5E%5Elder_Oaks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352089232192690722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3240072678698311323?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3240072678698311323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3240072678698311323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3240072678698311323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3240072678698311323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-chile-vina-del-mar.html' title='The Mission Chile, Viña Del Mar'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZwzNMJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1W5AMeAS9PI/s72-c/La_Misi%5E%5En_y_%5E%5Elder_Oaks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7638758053573369247</id><published>2009-06-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:17:30.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritually pumped up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                      Rippin, roarin, ready to roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Hello there kinsfolk, how's life?  I'm doing just fine and dandy.  Life is good, the work is good, and the mission is good.  This week we got our changes a little bit early, but don't worry, there's absolutly no change.  Elder Cook and I are staying here in Aldebarán.  Fun fun.  Another 6 weeks of awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 So this week we had our conference with Elder Oaks.  It was a blast.  The initial plan was to take individual pictures with him, but due to lack of time, we just took one with the whole mission together.  It was spectacular.  He talked a lot about his personal studies, and a little about tithing.  Something he said we could ilustrate is the following formula:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         90% income + blessings &gt; 100% income&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Neat, huh?  Sorry ma, I didn't have the chance to tell him that I'm Blanchard Dixon's grandson.  In fact, we didn't get to shake his hand.  Due to the whole Human Influenza thing going down, all we got was a friendly elbow bump.  Also fun.  He was getting really into it.  It's so amazing to see how happy the gospel makes people.  He's so humble too...  We all stood up when he entered the room, and he said, "Now, when you all stood up for me when I came in, you stood up out of respect for my mantle, and not for me.  I understand that."  Wow!  What humility!  It was a pretty powerful presence.  His wife is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 As far as the work is concerned, we found ourselves a less active family with unbaptized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;childrens&lt;/span&gt;!  woo!  And they're so excited to come back to church.  They all came to church yesterday (except 1 son who had his last game of soccer).  Turns out the dad used to be part of a bishopric, which I think makes him a High Priest, but I'm not sure.  Back in the day I used to think that the missionaries were wrong in baptizing everything that moved.  Some 15-20 years ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viña&lt;/span&gt; Del Mar was the highest baptizing mission in the world, and like 70% of all those are inactive.  However, most of our work now is reactivation / completing families.  It's funny to see how the Lord knows things end from beginning.  Most of these people would not be receptive to the gospel if they weren't baptized before.  Well, let's do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Keep up the good work people.  Love ya lots.  Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7638758053573369247?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7638758053573369247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7638758053573369247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7638758053573369247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7638758053573369247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/spiritually-pumped-up.html' title='Spiritually pumped up!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-2210506670246272790</id><published>2009-06-15T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:15:13.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many conferences!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         Good News!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 Hi everyone!  How are you all?  I'm good, don't worry about me.  Sorry that the letter is coming out later, we had a conference this morning with about 80% of the mission.  It was good stuff.  I'm sure that some of you are aware that we'll be receiving a new mission president next week.  He's from Washington State.  His name is President Gelespy, or something like that.  Word has it that he's a dentist and served his own mission in Argentina.  Apparently his wife doesn't speak a lick of spanish.  That'll be fun.  So President Wilhelm said some goodbyes, and Sister Wilhelm as well.  They were without a doubt the best thing that has happened to this mission ever, as they duplicated the number of baptisms over the course of their three years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Last Tuesday we received notice of another conference.  Elder Dallin H. Oaks is coming to Chile!  We're having a whole-mission-conference Wednesday (in 2 days).  Woohoo!  We have to get there at 8:30 in the morning and we're going to be taking pictures with him.  As far as I know, the program goes as follows:  Elder Oaks and his wife, Elder Corbridge (of the 1st Quorum of the 70) and his wife, and President Wilhelm and his wife.  I'm stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Well, as far as missionary work goes, we had a baptism this last week.  Jeison Arce is his name.  He's 18, and was introduced to the gospel by his girlfriend.  He has plans to get sealed in the temple to her, but we'll see if we can't send him on a mission first.  I'd send pictures, but I forgot the cable to connect my camera to the computer.  I'm a doofus =(.  Well, next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                      e'horspool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-2210506670246272790?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/2210506670246272790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=2210506670246272790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2210506670246272790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2210506670246272790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-conferences.html' title='So many conferences!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5513410776194282883</id><published>2009-06-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:13:33.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;              One more thing.  I forgot.  We ate cow stomach this week (Guatita, as the chileans call it).  But I forgot my camera.  Until next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     e'horspool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5513410776194282883?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5513410776194282883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5513410776194282883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5513410776194282883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5513410776194282883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot...'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-541601769761279214</id><published>2009-06-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:12:02.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause we're s'posed to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                            Long Autumn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Hi everyone!  Top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;' to ya!  I hope you all had a successful week.  Elder Cook and I are doing just fine.  He sends his love to each of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            So this week I learned a lot of the power and influence that people have over one another.  The Zone I'm in right now is full of really young missionaries.  They all seem like little kids!  There's only 3 of us over a year in the mission, Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Horspool&lt;/span&gt;, Elder Cook, and Elder Hale (who goes home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kinston&lt;/span&gt;, North Carolina this next week.  He plays the Mountain Dulcimer.)  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I'm kind of realizing more and more that all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' folks, look up to us a lot.  If I'm being serious, they're serious.  If I'm in a playful mood, so are they.  Bah!  It's kind of annoying.  But I guess that's part of life.  We have to be a good influence in the lives of others.  Also, as a missionary in general, the entire world sees us as examples of how the church is.  Official representatives of the Church.  I think I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; realizing exactly what that means.  Little by little.  Seems to me that our lives change around us without us realizing it.  Well, may all the changes be good.  I'm gonna end this rant with a scripture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Tim. 4: 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 12 Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                      &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-541601769761279214?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/541601769761279214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=541601769761279214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/541601769761279214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/541601769761279214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/cause-were-sposed-to.html' title='&apos;Cause we&apos;re s&apos;posed to...'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-1314326658173442614</id><published>2009-06-01T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:10:09.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bundle of sticks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                     Big Fun in Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belloto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  Hi everyone!  How ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;'!  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; great.  It's warming up again, which is awesome.  Everyone is still freaking out because there has been no rain yet, and we have a couple of weeks 'till Winter.  The missionaries aren't really complaining.  I forget if I mentioned it before, but the teacher's strike continues here in Chile.  All the hooligans are running around all uneducated like, but they enjoy it.  The strike is over a bonus that the teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; (equivalent to about 6000 dollars), and they refuse to teach until they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it.  My old Bishop told me that they weren't going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it, because it was a BONUS that they were going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; IF they met certain standards, which they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, I guess that's how life goes some times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     So this week we got a new investigator.  He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;súper&lt;/span&gt;.  His name is Cristian.  Cristian came to the baptism of Kati the week before, and enjoyed it so much, that he asked us to visit him in his house.  One minor detail.  He's openly homosexual (and Argentine! [from Mendoza]).  It was actually the first thing that he told us after sitting down in his apartment.  It wasn't that awkward though, so I guess I'm maturing.  He told us that he's willing to give up homosexuality, smoking, and drinking because he was so impressed with the changes in Kati's life.  He wants to be part of "a" church.  Now we just have to show him that it's not just "a" church but THE Church.  Well, that's what we do.  Sometimes the Lord prepares the most unlikely of people.  But there we go.  We'll see if his words are sincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-1314326658173442614?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/1314326658173442614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=1314326658173442614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1314326658173442614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1314326658173442614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/06/bundle-of-sticks.html' title='A bundle of sticks.'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-4065465227025622061</id><published>2009-05-25T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:04:34.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey!  Pictures!  There's the picture of Kati's baptism.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZtCtKIK6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YnPjyCKV67E/s400/Kati%27s_Baptism.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352085100425653154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-4065465227025622061?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/4065465227025622061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=4065465227025622061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4065465227025622061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4065465227025622061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SkZtCtKIK6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YnPjyCKV67E/s72-c/Kati%27s_Baptism.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-2260749277381865897</id><published>2009-05-25T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:56:37.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                      Conversion story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Hi everyone!  How is everything going???  I'm doing awesomely here in El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belloto&lt;/span&gt;.  My comp is cool, the weather is finally starting to catch up to where it should be (it was hot!  now it's cold), and there's lots of work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                So this week a really sweet gal named Kati got baptized.  She was found by the other Elders before I came in, Elder Cook and Elder Meyers, as they were knocking on apartment doors.  Her son is the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; in the Stake Presidency of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Viña&lt;/span&gt; Del Mar, and all her family members are members of the church.  They hadn't placed any pressure on her to be baptized, as she had tried before but couldn't ever stop smoking.  When the Elders found her, she was "angry at God" because he had "taken" her youngest granddaughter.  The granddaughter died of cancer at the age of 3.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, when the Elders got in to her house, she was angry.  They invited her to pray.  At the second visit, she was no longer angry, but was rather happy.  At the fourth visit, by her own will, she had stopped smoking a pack a day.  She went from 20 a day to 0.  By the time I showed up, she was practically a member.  Her son, Ronald, baptized her and confirmed her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; after her baptism, he hugged her and showered her with a bunch of kisses, right there in the water.  It was quite adorable.  She's 67 years old, and her son is about 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  She brought a friend to her baptism, a 32 year old man, who also wants to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; missionary lessons.  Wow, now that's a convert, eh?  Well, the Book of Mormon has a certain Power to it.  It brings the Spirit, which converts the hearts of man to God, and makes them new creatures.  Kati &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; knows what it means to study the scriptures.  She takes around 2 hours each day studying the Book of Mormon.  First she reads a chapter, then she rereads it, and writes a summary of the things she's learned.  She has better study habits than I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   Well, thought I'd share that with ya.  Hope you all enjoyed it!  Keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; hard, share your testimonies with those around you, and always let the Spirit be your guide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-2260749277381865897?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/2260749277381865897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=2260749277381865897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2260749277381865897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2260749277381865897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/05/tale-of-interest.html' title='A tale of Interest'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5762248323749693564</id><published>2009-05-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:00:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acorn Tree</title><content type='html'>New changes are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! How's it going? I'm just fine, dandy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rippin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roarin&lt;/span&gt;' and ready to roll. So the day of judgment came, and I got booted out of where I was at. I'm now in the next town over, in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aldebarán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stake: El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Belloto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quilpué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new comp is: Elder Cook, from Lake Point, UT. It's some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' Suburb near Salt Lake. Fun, huh! Elder Cook has 20 months in the mission, so he's just about to ship out! Don't worry though, he's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trunky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thing's are going good in the new place. We happened to find some great people in the first week! God has a way of putting people who are prepared in the path of of the missionaries. We were walking down the street when a gal stopped us and told us to come by her house to teach her. We did, and it turns out that she had gone to church in a different ward the week before, and they told her to find the missionaries nearest to her. And we happened by her apartment in the exact moment she was leaving. She came to church again yesterday, and she's doing great! Carol is her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about does it for now. I'm doing good, I'm leaking a little bit from the nose, but that's OK I feel like Liver and Onions. I know that God directs the missionary force, and that his Angels prepare the people to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; us. Read your scriptures, Say your prayers, and magnify callings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5762248323749693564?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5762248323749693564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5762248323749693564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5762248323749693564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5762248323749693564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-changes-are-in.html' title='The Acorn Tree'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-4923305948966231782</id><published>2009-05-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:57:48.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sprouting Seed</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hi everyone!  Happy Mother's Day to all whom I didn't have the opportunity to talk to, and an extra one to those who I did.  I hope it was a fun day for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            This week was pretty fun.  And hard at the same time.  There were a bunch of investigators that came to church.  3 families!  Let's see how this could have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             So on Friday, the Villa Norte ward decided to toss a Mother's Day activity together.  It included skits, karaoke (spelling!) and electric guitar (there's a lot of talent in this ward!).  Naturally, we decided to take advantage of this opportunity and invite all we could.  And a bunch of people came!  There were some odd 15 non-members at the activity, 9 of which came to church on Sunday.  Plus others.  It was amazing.  This has been an extremely hard Transfer (6 weeks) for getting people to church, and all of a sudden, we are blessed with more success then we've had in months.  Just have to press forward with faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Another lesson I've learned this week, is the importance of not being controlling.  We have an investigator, named Elizabeth, who has an extremely controlling (and Catholic) husband.  He won't let her get baptized, and won't talk to us at all.  The only redeeming factor on the man is that he's letting us teach her (but only when he's not home).  It makes me sad to see someone deprive eternal blessings and even salvation from another, but that's why there's fasting and prayer.  If the sons of Mosiah could work a mighty change in the hearts of the lamanites, why shouldn't we be able to do it?  I've always been pretty good about not being a very controlling companion over my Junior Companion.  I recall President Hinkley mentioning something about his marriage before, about how he always supported and encouraged the righteous decisions of his wife.  Hmm...  That's a good quality.  Allowing the other person to be themselves, and encourage them to better themselves through Christ.  But I ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-4923305948966231782?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/4923305948966231782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=4923305948966231782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4923305948966231782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4923305948966231782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/05/sprouting-seed.html' title='The Sprouting Seed'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-1244152712041633432</id><published>2009-05-04T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:54:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the habit</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hi howdy hey family!  How is everybody.  Good?  Great!  Wonderful!?  awesome.  Anywho, I'm doing just fine and dandy here in Chile.  I keep hearing of some death disease o'er yonder in California, Mexico, and well, the rest of the world.  I'm not sure what you'd call it in English, but everyone calls it the Porcina flu (La Gripe Porcina).  Pork flu?  Pig flu?  Nothing big right?  Only a few hundred people dead in the world.  No biggie.  I'm hoping it's just another nonsense scare that you'll be hearing nothing about in a few months, like the Bird flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              So anywho, I was reading in Preach my Gospel the other day, in chapter 10, when it gives the suggestion of trying to stop an addictive habit for a day, to see if you can do it, then a week, and so on.  Well, I decided to stop cracking my bones.  I made it 4 days straight, and now all my bones hurt.  I figured the pain would go away after popping then again, but no.  Well, I figure I might as well drop the habit all together now that I'm past the point of no return.               So my companion and I have been trying to unravel the mysteries of the earth.  We've come across several different little things, which tickle my fancy like crazy.  Stuff like, details in the spirit world, both before the atonement and after, the atonement, and why blood had to be spilled, the whole earth being united, divided, then having to be restored, yadda yadda.  As for now, I have a few books that I'm wanting to buy/devour (for after the mission.  They're forbidden during...): Everlasting life, i don't remember the author (I think its called Everlasting Life?  La Vida Sempiterna); Answers to Gospel Questions Volumes I-IV, by Joseph F. Smith; The Great Apostasy, by James E. Talmage; and Mormon Doctrine, by Bruce R. McConkie.  So, I dunno if we have any of those books already, but they look awesome.  So much to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     So if anyone has any other random or awesome questions/facts about the gospel, if you would be so kind as to share them with me.  Questions help us learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-1244152712041633432?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/1244152712041633432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=1244152712041633432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1244152712041633432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1244152712041633432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking the habit'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-2531723059827677165</id><published>2009-04-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:51:32.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el Sabát</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hey!  What's going on!  Everything is just fine and dandy over here in Chile.  It's just now starting to get cold, and I'm very much so looking forward to Fall / Winter weather.  Well now, let's take a gander at this last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             So we got a new investigator the week before, who is the uncle of a recent convert.  He's a Seventh Day Adventist.  We swung a deal with him that we'd go to his church in exchange for going to ours.  Naturally, Saturday comes before Sunday, so we went first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             It was weird.  When we walked in, we got a lot of weird looks.  There was a door-man who greeted us, then asked us why we were there.  "We were invited," I say to him.  So he lets us in, we find our investigator who seemed half-disbelieving that we actually came.    The Pastors gave us a pretty warm welcome, which was nice.  They announced that we were visiting over the pulpit, and everyone in the congregation turned around and waved at us (we were in the back corner).  The sermon included about 10 hymns, and several prayers, and a nice hour long talk on how God loves everyone.  What caught my attention was that they collected Tithing publicly, and then the 3 pastors knelt around it and prayed to consecrate it (I think?).  As we left, they asked us what we thought of the Preaching.  We were lavish in our praise, don't worry.  Well, Rodrigo (the investigator) did in fact come to Church the following day.  He showed up late, but he was there in time for a talk about the Sabbath Day.  He enjoyed it thoroughly and said at the end, "I guess it doesn't matter what day you do it on, as long as you do it correctly!"  It's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Well that's my story for the week.  Oh! the mission and the joy it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-2531723059827677165?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/2531723059827677165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=2531723059827677165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2531723059827677165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2531723059827677165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-sabat.html' title='el Sabát'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-9137741725178398702</id><published>2009-04-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:10:30.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k la lea</title><content type='html'>Hello Horspool clan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Hi everybody!  Here I am, once again writing you from Chile.  Let's see what went down this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      - I met a fun group of crazies!  It's a newish religion that dresses up like their from a Dr. Seuss / Harry Potter book.  In other words, a cloak with a funny red and white striped tall hat.  And they wear it all the time.  They claim to have the Melchizedek Priesthood.  Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      - I finally got to ask a Jehovah's Witness about their beliefs.  He didn't have any answers for me...  Though he did call us "Chosen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      - We had the chance to give talks in church this week.  When I got up to give a talk, I noticed a woman in the corner of the church who was someone we taught one time some 3 months ago.  She decided to investigate the church!  Huzzah!  She tells us that she's tired of how her church is all "...near to me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me..." kind of thing.  She was glad to see Priesthood Leaders not drunk.  (Funny side note, the word for Catholic Priest in Spanish is Cura, and the word for drunk [and it might be in just Chile?] is Curado.  It's like saying Priest, and Priested.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      - We killed an infestation of wasps and spiders in our study room.  They were already in the midst of an epic battle, there were wasps killing spiders and spiders killing wasps.  Then Horspool and Pasterfield came in and killed both with raid and feet.  (It was OK though, we weren't planning on sleeping that night...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Well, that's about it.  I'm doing just fine and dandy.  My comp is a goof, and we're having a grand ol' time working in the Lords Vineyard (Viña del Señor!).  Hope everything is going good on the home front, hope you're all healthy and happy.  Well, that'll do it for this week, have a good one gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-9137741725178398702?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/9137741725178398702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=9137741725178398702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/9137741725178398702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/9137741725178398702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/04/k-la-lea.html' title='k la lea'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5178850366344743039</id><published>2009-04-14T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:56:10.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A heap o Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Imagen 1 - The Trio - This is the trio that we had for a few days.  The Super blonde one is my comp now, Elder Pasterfield.  The shorter one is Elder Purnell, who got shipped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324625976451564290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfHVA2gwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gxvJzY65vm4/s400/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens 2 - 4 : This was the greatest concoction ever.  A few months back Elder Ipson told me you can substitute in an Avocado for any recepie that calls for an egg, so I decided to try it out with Pancakes.  It turned out really good.  You have to put on lemon instead of Syrup or Manjar (Dulce de Leche).  Seriously guys, try it...  It's like Guacamole stuffed Pancakes (the inside doesn't really get cooked, but it gets real hot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfHpMNdbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ydvq7LpR6Sk/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324625981867914674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfHpMNdbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ydvq7LpR6Sk/s400/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324625987736319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfH_DWNNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/71KXfFUWBNs/s400/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324625990659420450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfIJ8RMSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e-Dv9bjbzJo/s400/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Elder Sebreros y Yo:  This was my trainee, Elder Sebreros.  He's from Murrieta.  He's Huge!!!  Look out!  He'll eat you for his protein!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfHOc2sHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X1FMKoeDv8k/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324625974689968242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfHOc2sHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X1FMKoeDv8k/s400/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5178850366344743039?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5178850366344743039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5178850366344743039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5178850366344743039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5178850366344743039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/04/heap-o-pictures.html' title='A heap o Pictures!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SeTfHVA2gwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gxvJzY65vm4/s72-c/Imagen+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-6242702186652863206</id><published>2009-04-13T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:13:56.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Semana Santa</title><content type='html'>Hi all!  ¿Qué hay arriba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Hey!  It's that special time of week again when the family gets together and reads another letter from dear Elder Horspool.  Isn't that exciting??  Well, here's the latest updates.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          - We found a sweet investigator!  Her name is Claudia and she's a good woman, a single mother, fighting the good fight.  We set her up with a Fellowshipper right off the bat.  Very promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - Leonel Luttra, an investigator for 20 years, is still progressing slowly, because he has Alhzheimers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - I decided to take some pictures!  I'll ring em up for yalls.  Actually, I'll mail them to Heather, and she can forward em all.  She's a good sport like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Easter was rockin, we talked to a ton of catholics about their fun little dances and parties they throw.  It was pretty cool.  There were a ton of drunks, and some people fasting.  We got the extremes on both ends!  All in all, Catholics are some good people.  A lot of em are looking for the Restored Gospel, but just don't know they are.  Hah, Irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-6242702186652863206?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/6242702186652863206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=6242702186652863206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/6242702186652863206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/6242702186652863206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-semana-santa.html' title='La Semana Santa'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-4657349719766323504</id><published>2009-04-06T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:10:20.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 3, Go!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  I'm still here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Allright&lt;/span&gt;, I get to stay again over here in Villa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Norte&lt;/span&gt;, Villa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alemana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oeste&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, the trainee didn't get to stay.  He got shipped out of town, however, I got a huge shock when they announced my change...  I was going to be in a Trio!  Ah, the madness!  2 companions!  Well, after 2 days of working in a Trio, the Zone Leaders called us up and said that Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Purnell&lt;/span&gt; (of Boise Idaho) was leaving to a different city.  So my new comp is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pasterfield&lt;/span&gt;, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lethbridge&lt;/span&gt;, Alberta, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whoah&lt;/span&gt;, another Canadian companion.  What's more, word on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt; streets says that our new mission president is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt;, but what do I know.  Everyone is pretty amused that there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Horspool&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pasterfield&lt;/span&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    So this week was pretty interesting.  We found some people, taught some people, and had the grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to attend all 5 sessions of general conference.  It was the best.                    It's pretty interesting to see how people are prepared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a certain missionary.  Example:  We were doing contacts the other day, and a woman allowed us to teach her because Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pasterfield&lt;/span&gt; looks a lot like her son (a lot like her son!).  I'd be willing to bet I'd talked to the exact woman three times before.  It's incredible.  That's why we always need to constantly be talking to everyone, even if we've already talked to them before, because you never know who is prepared to meet YOU.  Well, conference gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ánimo&lt;/span&gt; boost, and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rippin&lt;/span&gt;', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;roarin&lt;/span&gt;', and ready to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-4657349719766323504?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/4657349719766323504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=4657349719766323504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4657349719766323504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4657349719766323504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/04/round-3-go.html' title='Round 3, Go!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-1403946360495148333</id><published>2009-03-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:12:23.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverence</title><content type='html'>It's change day once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Wow, it's change day once again.  This whole mission thing is going by way too fast.  It's kinda silly.  However, I can honestly say that I'm putting forth my best effort, according to my ability.  I get a little more effective each day.  Each day, a little more like the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Anywho, this week has been a week of patience.  Lot's of patience.  About 90% of our working time is spent in the streets knocking/yelling at doors.  And this week, was a week without any immediate results (I say immediate, because who knows what effect our work will have in the future!  Not a single effort is "wasted.")  But I'd for sure say that we're working harder then ever.  You know you're doing what you need to be doing when you feel the Spirit testifying that what you're saying is true to other people.  Not much more you can ask for.  However, I have been meditating much upon the topic of "How and what to pray to have miracles occur.  The first conclusion, need to ask with faith.  OK, so one goal is to develop the Spiritual Gift of Faith.  But here's one problem that I've been thinking about lately.  What can I ask in a prayer to have the strongest impact upon the investigators/general people to have the spirit work upon them, without destroying agency.  I've been reading the scriptures like crazy, trying to figure out what Alma, Amulek, Ammon, Aaron, and all the rest prayed for to work such a great change upon the lamanites, because that's who we're teaching... Lamanites.  Hrm.  Need to Study more, I suppose, Says I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-1403946360495148333?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/1403946360495148333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=1403946360495148333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1403946360495148333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1403946360495148333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/perseverence.html' title='Perseverence'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-8178542757491876559</id><published>2009-03-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:40:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting from Scratch</title><content type='html'>With good spirits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Thanks for all the great suggestions and tips, yall.  We're going to put in most, if not all of them.  Mostly Mike's.  He suggested that, while knocking doors, to bear testimony more often.  It seems to me that I had got comfortable falling into a rhythm of trying to small-talk people into their house, which works sometimes, but doesn't really get the message across.  We had mission conference this last week, and they talked about the exact predicament that we're in... Running out of Investigators.  Kind of odd, they didn't really talk much about bearing testimony too much, but they did talk about not falling into a routine.  We did have some meaningful conversations with people after the conference, but we didn't get into any houses nor new investigators (after conference, before we did =D).  But I have a really good feeling about the whole bearing testimony.  Seems like missionaries don't really bear testimony enough in the mission.  We do it when we're "supposed to," for example, when teaching the Restoration.  It seems like we bear our testimony, but not in a direct manner... Hard to explain.  But I'm going to be more direct with the people, tell them what God has told me is true, and invite them to learn the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Here's something else that we're starting to do.  We're praying more often, and more sincere.  Never before in my mission have we started a round of knocking doors with a prayer, but we decided to do that this week, and we had amazing results.  President Wilhelm told me it was because we invited God to work with us, so of course he's going to give us success.  This gave us a boost of confidence which we thought would give us success every time we did it.  Not long after, we stopped having success, which left me slightly confused.  In conference, Presidente Wilhelm touched on that subject as well.  He read to us D&amp;amp;C 121, the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 That the rights of the priesthood are inseparably connected with the powers of heaven, and that the powers of heaven cannot be controlled nor handled only upon the principles of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;37 That they may be conferred upon us, it is true; but when we undertake to cover our sins, or to gratify our pride, our vain ambition, or to exercise control or dominion or compulsion upon the souls of the children of men, in any degree of unrighteousness, behold, the heavens withdraw themselves; the Spirit of the Lord is grieved; and when it is withdrawn, Amen to the priesthood or the authority of that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So the jist of it is, we stopped having success because our sincerity went away in our prayers, we stopped working with the principles of righteousness, and started to work to satisfy a vain ambition, and gratify pride.  Hmm....  Rather humbling.  I must go pray.                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-8178542757491876559?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/8178542757491876559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=8178542757491876559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8178542757491876559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8178542757491876559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-from-scratch.html' title='Starting from Scratch'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3128307808726048582</id><published>2009-03-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:53:51.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happening again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hrm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So I seem to be finding  myself in this situation a lot.  Almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; after a streak of success,  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;investigators&lt;/span&gt; run out.  Blah.  I suppose there's a principle to learn in all  of this, but not one that you can necessarily apply in the mission.  In times of  plenty, prepare for the famine.  Well, in the mission you can't really prepare  for a lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;investigators&lt;/span&gt;, as you are constantly looking for new  investigators.  Well, we're taking desperate measures once more.  We're starting  up English Class, and planning ward activities once more.  Desperate measures  indeed.  Well, Preach my Gospel says that they're good means of finding new  investigators so we'll leave it up to the Lord.  Methinks we should have longer  lasting converts this time.  They're all signed up for Seminary and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Súper&lt;/span&gt;  excited to go to church.  Maybe recent converts would be a good source of  references...  So my homework for you all (especially those who served missions)  is: What are some good ways to find new investigators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;e'horspoolv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3128307808726048582?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3128307808726048582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3128307808726048582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3128307808726048582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3128307808726048582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-happening-again.html' title='It&apos;s happening again!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-8639835995120255222</id><published>2009-03-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:00:26.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad, I'm glad.</title><content type='html'>Personal Apostasy and Personal Salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Hmp.  This has been an interesting week.  So this week we didn't pass at  all for the Pérez family to see how they'd react and all that ya?  Well, I asked  for the young men's president to go drop by their house and see if Jaime was  planning on going to church Sunday Morning.  Well he did, and he told me that  the family was doing bad.  Real bad.  That they had no interest in coming back  to church and that they hadn't received any sort of answer to their prayers and  all that jazz.  Well, having been a witness of every one of their spiritual  experiences, I decided to go over there and help bring them back to a  remembrance of their liberation.  Well, the YM president wasn't lying.  Never  before had I seen someone completely forget the days of their captivity and  freedom, forget all the miracles that they had seen, forget the spiritual  experiences that had been given to them from God.  It affected me rather deeply.   We shared our testimonies with them, I shared a whole bunch of scriptures, but  they didn't listen.  Chao, I says to thems, I says.  When you're ready to  listen, we'll be ready to teach.  Ignorance, they say to me.  Ignorance that we  could possibly be the one true church, that this is the church by which men may  return to live with God.  Well, I suppose it would be ignorance, if it weren't  true.  I recall Brooke a few years back saying that people had complained to him  about how Mormons Brainwash their children to the Gospel.  Well, I suppose that  would be the case, if what we taught them weren't true.  Hmph.  Well, when they  want salvation, when they want answers, they know where to find it.  And what  was the cause of this spiritual decay, you ask?  We can find the answer in the  scriptures.  It was the exact same thing that happened to the Nephites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's  open up to 4 Nephi 1:24&lt;br /&gt; 24 And now, in this two hundred and first year  there began to be among them those who were lifted up in pride, such as the  wearing of costly apparel, and all manner of fine pearls, and of the fine things  of the world.&lt;br /&gt;            That's right, clothes.  It all had to do with  clothes.  At least, superficially.  They rebelled against the church because  they didn't want to have to wear church clothes, which caused them to harden  their hearts with pride and vain things, which caused them to go Inactive.   GG.&lt;br /&gt;           I talked with the Bishop about this matter.  He explained to  me very clearly that everyone has Agency, and even if you teach everything in a  clear and understandable matter, they're going to still have their agency.   "Don't you think that God taught his son Satan everything well, nay, Perfectly?    If we try to compel people to do what is right, we are becoming as Satan."  I  love this Bishop.  He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            However, this week was also  a time of rejoicing.  For the first time in years, Villa Norte is going to have  3 baptisms at the same time.  The Bishop is pretty stoked, and he's throwing a  party for the converts (they're 3 girls... the daughter of a less active -  Daniela, the Sister of a recent convert - Franchesca, and a friend of the same  recent convert - Nátalie).  The mom of the latter, Nátalie, invited us over for  lunch today, so we're pretty stoked.  Turns out the Mom is a less active.  It  was pretty sweet.  Last week, we went over to ask permission to have her get  baptized, and she bore her testimony to us in front of her Super Catholic  friend, who slightly objected.  I thought it was funny, especially since she  hadn't been to church in over 30 years, but still has a pretty strong  testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              That should do it for this week.  I'm doin fine  folks.  I lament the decision of some folks, groan and grow weary in spirit, but  did not the Lord Himself say, Blessed are the Poor in Spirit?  Yea  verily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt. 5: 3&lt;br /&gt;3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is  the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;3 Ne. 12: 3&lt;br /&gt;3 Yea, blessed are the poor in spirit  who come unto me, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;C 56: 18&lt;br /&gt;18  But blessed are the poor who are pure in heart, whose hearts are broken, and  whose spirits are contrite, for they shall see the kingdom of God coming in  power and great glory unto their deliverance; for the fatness of the earth shall  be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-8639835995120255222?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/8639835995120255222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=8639835995120255222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8639835995120255222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8639835995120255222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sad-im-glad.html' title='So sad, I&apos;m glad.'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7806889160616090095</id><published>2009-03-02T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:50:53.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving it to Him</title><content type='html'>Learning all the while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Hi all!  How is everyone doing!?  Good!?  Great.  I'm doing just fine and  dandy o'er yonder.  Tons of work, tons of learning and spiritual experiences,  and all that song and dance.  Elder Aaron Adams, The Zone Leader from Villa  Alemana (I'm in the Zone of Villa Alemana Oeste), just informed me that our two  companionships had the lowest sums of Houses Entered on Contacts, a Key  Indicator in our mission.  Houses Entered (or CE, for Casas Entradas) is where  you knock on a door, and get into the house to teach a lesson when you meet  someone for the first time.  Right off the Bat.  Well, Him and I tied for last  with 6 Houses Entered into for the month of February.  He informs me that I was  THE worst in all the mission with 5 Houses Entered for January.  But whatever,  because we both baptize people and get references from the members, so it's all  good.  But enough about numbers, they don't mean anything except whether I get  yelled at or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   So this week I learned a lesson.   From a certain blessing which I received a few years ago, it told me that God  would always give me answers to my sincere prayers.  I find it interesting that  it specifically mentions receiving answers from other people.  For weeks now  I've been praying and fasting to know what to do with the Pérez Family, who have  been the center of my letters home, prayers, and thoughts for a few months now.   Well, we had long talk with them for a while, mostly the Mom, who's not a  member yet, and about her doubts.  We taught a very slow, clear, unmistakable  lesson about the Restoration, wherein the Spirit was felt very strongly, and she  expressed her concerns about the Word of Wisdom.  Actually, she said that there  was no way in heck that she was going to give up Tea.  We asked her to try it  for 14 days, and said that we were asking her to do the impossible.  I found the  entire thing very hypocritical because all she ever talks about is how much  faith she has, but refused to test God in this Trail of Faith.  After about an  hour and a half with them, we were feeling pretty discouraged about it all.  I  was baffled as to what we should do to help her.  After talking with my  companion for a little bit, he said, "It might be best if we just drop them,  we're wasting way too much time over there."  The thought had yet to cross my  mind, and appeared very absurd to drop an investigator who was willing to have  us in her house whenever, but I knew it was the right thing to do.  We were  spending about 5 hours each week over in there house, a considerable amount of  time, and she wasn't progressing.  She doesn't view us as missionaries, but  rather calls us, "My little ones," calls us by our first names, and doesn't like  to shake our hands in a conventional manner.  All in all, the situation had  become way too casual.  We weren't the teachers to her.  We were kids practicing  Spanish and sharing good principles.  So what we're going to do, we're going to  drop them.  Not for good, but for a few weeks, with the challenge to continue to  read the Book of Mormon, and to Pray always.  We'll see how the Spirit works  within them in our absence, and see their reaction in a few weeks.  In other  words, we're leaving it all up to the Spirit and the Ward for a little while.   Just have to Trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7806889160616090095?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7806889160616090095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7806889160616090095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7806889160616090095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7806889160616090095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaving-it-to-him.html' title='Leaving it to Him'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-2833604649599073820</id><published>2009-02-23T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:49:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Californians¿</title><content type='html'>I got a new comp!&lt;br /&gt;                         Elder Sebreros - Murrieta, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Hah, he's from right around  the corner.  How fun.  This is his first time in Chile, so everyone be nice to  him.  He doesn't speak a whole lot of Spanish, almost nothing, but that will  change real quick here.  I'm still in the same Area, in Villa Norte of Villa  Alemana Oeste.  Qué fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               This week went by all right.  We  got new investigators from a recent convert who wants her friend and little  sister to get to know the gospel as well.  The Pérez family, the people who I've  written to all yalls about before, are kind of at a brick wall.  They just have  to come to church!  Those bums.  Satan builds up habits in good people outside  the church of breaking the commandments, such as drinking Tea or Coffee, and  sleeping in on Sunday.  People who wake up at 6 O'Clock every day find it  insanely hard to get outside of the house at 9:30 Sunday Morning.  But I suppose  that's why we're there, to break the chains of false liberty and set people free  by helping them keep the commandments.  Other than that, life is good, calm, and  exhausting.  Elder Sebreros was like a professional body builder or something  before the mission, and he's got me on a protein diet and a workout program.   We'll see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;                                 e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-2833604649599073820?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/2833604649599073820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=2833604649599073820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2833604649599073820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2833604649599073820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-californians.html' title='2 Californians¿'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-8926783353645668105</id><published>2009-02-18T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:44:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 down, 8 to go.</title><content type='html'>Time goes too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  So,  today marks the end of my Eighth change, and the start of the 9th.  I've always  been told that the second half of the mission goes by quickly, and avast, I feel  like I'm still fresh from the MTC.  Nevertheless, I feel like a new person, new  mode of thinking, new stories/experiences, new hair style (or lack of hair!).   All for the better though, of course.&lt;br /&gt;                   This week was a  week of ups and downs.  Mostly downs, in the sense of that we taught very few  lessons this week.  Bummer.  But whatever.  We got a lot of service done, and  we're hoping for results on a King Limhi level.  Dream big.  That's something  that I've developed on the mission.  The ability to dream.  Not to say that I  Daydream a lot, but I do dream up random goals and plans on how to do them.   Without dreams, or as the scriptures call it, Hope, we don't have anything to  shoot for.  I've been studying a lot about Christlike Attributes, especially  Charity and Patiente (two things that have been running short around here).   Hope gives us the motivation to improve ourselves... our efforts; having the  hope of a better world.  I have hope that if we keep working, fighting,  struggling despite all the challenges, trials, and jerk people who were  tragically born without common decency or manners, God will bless us.  Seems to  be the theme of my mission right now, at any rate.  Doubt and Faith can not be  part of the same person!  But I ramble.  I'm doin' fine folks.  My comp is good,  he's a stud.  There's a reason we're sent out in Twos, because if I had to do  this whole thing alone (not including the spirit), I would've packed my bags  long ago.  I can only imagine the support and help that Husbands and Wives have  for each other.  Blah, I'm rambling again.  Well, have a good one family, I'll  be writin' yalls same time next week.  ¡Ciao Pescao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-8926783353645668105?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/8926783353645668105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=8926783353645668105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8926783353645668105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8926783353645668105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-down-8-to-go.html' title='8 down, 8 to go.'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-855587015425519104</id><published>2009-02-09T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:30:11.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Nada que ver!</title><content type='html'>The story continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              So  here's how it went down...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So the family we're teaching right  now just had this little run in with the devil.  It started off with a few weeks  ago when they ran into a couple of "Ex-Missionaries" who had some "list of 6,000  errors" in the Book of Mormon.  I heard her explain her doubt, then showed her  the Scripture in Mormon 9 where Mormon talks about not condemning him because of  his imperfection, and we invite her to pray to know if it's true.  Satisfies her  for the moment.  Then, last week (on the 31st of January) there was a  mother(investigator) and a daughter(recent convert) who had a dream...  A  nightmare really.  There was a whole bunch of chaos and madness going on, and in  the midst of all this, they heard a word, "Anatema" which being translated is  to say, "Anathema," or "Curse."  Both of them had the same dream, yeah¿?  So  they wake up, tell each other about their dream, and start freaking out because  they don't know what Anatema ment.  So they look it up in a dictionary, and  start getting even more scared.  For some reason, the mother thought it response  to her prayers about the church, especially to know if Joseph Smith is a prophet  and if the Book of Mormon is true.  So in response to that, they start to do some  research.  On the Internet.  As we all know, the Internet isn't the most  reliable source of information in the world.  She was unaware of this, and comes  across a Spanish Anti-Mormon website.  When we got to their house on Sunday  Night (the 1st of Feb), Barbara, the daughter and recent convert, was at the  point of tears and saying that she was just so confused because she felt good  about the church when she was there, but when she read all those terrible  things, she couldn't believe it was true.  Edith, the mom, just kept listing off  all these doubts with absolutely no back-up.  Mostly about atrocities that  Jo-Smith supposedly did.  She was pretty firm that that was her answer to her  prayer.  So that's when we got to work.  We explained to her that there was  absolutely no way that the Spirit of God, of the God of Love, of Peace, of  Happiness, of Order, of Truth could possibly give her an answer like that.  God  is not a God of confusion, nor hatred, nor doubt.  We read to her the fruits of  the spirit, how God loves us, and won't punish us for doing what's right nor  asking questions to him.  We shared testimonies.  However, after all that, she  wasn't convinced.  She was telling us to go look up this website and make sure  that we were in the correct before we continued being missionaries, or even  worse, passed on the restored gospel to others or our posterity.  Barbara was  pretty silent throughout the whole thing.  Just when we were about to leave and  pretty much say goodbye, for I felt that we were out of options, the Spirit gave  me a suggestion.  "Barbara, would you like a blessing of comfort?" I ask her.   She looks at me, and says she would.  "Do you believe that we can do it?"  She  says that she does.  And Elder Wallentine and I gave her a simple, yet powerful  blessing of comfort.  We said our goodbyes, and started a fast.  Probably one of  the more intense periods of prayer I've had in a while.  I spend the greater  part of the next monday (last week) studying about the Spirit and how it  communicates to us, and we prepare an awesome lesson.  When we got to their  house, after district class, we realized that there was absolutely no need for a  thorough lesson.  The Spirit had already taught them all that we  were going to say.  When we got there, they were happy, they were cheerful, and  they were ready to hear the gospel.  I was confused as all get-out; so was my  comp.  They even invited their relatives over to come listen to us.  Later on,  Edith told us that when she saw us put our hands on her daughters head, she felt  a sort of power, like she was witnessing something marvelous.  And there we are.   It had a happy ending after all.  This last Saturday, Jaime, the son, got  baptized, and all the family came as well.  Hopefully the parents will be  following suit very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-855587015425519104?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/855587015425519104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=855587015425519104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/855587015425519104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/855587015425519104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/nada-que-ver.html' title='¡Nada que ver!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-9074489118114726578</id><published>2009-02-09T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:42:34.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 3rd pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAORClqEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fFC1dI3TlVw/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAORClqEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fFC1dI3TlVw/s400/Imagen+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599649110501442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAN-VCfDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wEkgumah2UE/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAN-VCfDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wEkgumah2UE/s400/Imagen+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599644087614514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAOmd8MlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v3nyXBep9W4/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAOmd8MlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v3nyXBep9W4/s400/Imagen+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599654862369362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-9074489118114726578?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/9074489118114726578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=9074489118114726578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/9074489118114726578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/9074489118114726578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/02/shoes.html' title='Shoes!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/ScFAORClqEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fFC1dI3TlVw/s72-c/Imagen+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-613880101309974612</id><published>2009-02-02T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:27:24.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Fray</title><content type='html'>Hey peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So Elder  Wallentine and I are in the middle of some battle with Satan right now, and it's  getting pretty intense.  I'd love to give ya'll more details, but it's not all  developed just yet.  But its keeping me on my toes, that's for sure.  There's  not physical danger, so don't you worry, but let's just say the Adversary is  working very intently on some of the investigators we have, and we're doing all  we can to counter-act it.  I'm pretty confident that all is going to turn out  well.  It is God we're talking about, after all.  My impression is that he's  giving us all opportunities to grow:  To the missionaries, to learn how to react  to this kind of situation, and to the investigatores, to give them a greater  contrast of darkness and light.  Not very unlike the Joseph Smith story.  Let's  just hope the investigators are as diligent in their prayers as Joseph  Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             But other then that, I'm doin' pretty good!  We had  interviews with President Wilhelm last week, which are always fun.  I learned a  whole bunch from him, about how to be a priesthood leader 'n' stuff.  A very  inspired man, that President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Anywho, I'll keep ya'll posted on  the news, when stuff happens, and dish out pictures when the opportunity  presents itself to take one.  I've kind of forgotten about the camera as of  late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-613880101309974612?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/613880101309974612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=613880101309974612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/613880101309974612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/613880101309974612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-fray.html' title='Into the Fray'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-473424325673505470</id><published>2009-01-26T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:25:20.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Oven</title><content type='html'>It's Hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Hellew!   How's everyone doing!  Good?  Great!  I'm doing just fine and dandy down here  on the other side of the world.  Doing lots of work and teaching lots of  people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Elder Wallentine and I were doing some thinking the  other day, about the Mission and Mission Experiences.  We've always imagined  ourselves as being these all-knowledgeable beings throughout the mission.  Every  passage of Scripture Memorized,  Spiritual Experiences coming out of our  nostrils, and Converting everything that moved.  But we've rediscovered a truth  that we've known all along...  Conversion is a life-long process.  We learn to  love the Lord and to do His will, to rely more on Him, to depend on His mercy,  kindness, and love.  It's like, the Mission is two years of the Basics, and  nothing advanced, deep, profound, or mysterious.  It's all the basics, all the  beginning steps, all the wonderful things that people (investigator and  missionary alike) need to experience in order to return to live with God once  more.  It's like 2 years of Primary, with less pretty pictures nor songs.  It's  pretty intense as well.  At least, I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Right now we're focusing on a family that Elder Wallentine found some three-odd  months ago.  They're really good people, and progressing amazingly.  Recently,  Jaimy, the 14 year old boy of the family, went on a young mens trip out to Casa  Blanca, Chile, where the church has a couple hundred acres of land for campouts  and stuff.  He came back really spiritual, and it's been a lot easier teaching  him.  His 16 year old sister is a recent convert of about a month, and the  parents are starting to come around as well.  While it's kind of lame to not  baptize the entire family at the same time, we have to baptize people when  they're ready, as not to put off the day of their repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Anywho, that's pretty much what's going on down here.  I hope everyone  is enjoying the cold whilst you can, because I sure miss it.  It's been like 35  degrees Celsius here.  I don't know what that converts to, but I feel like I'm  burning up.  I got some mean farmer tans going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  - I talked to Gonzalo Sepúlveda,  who was the companion with the Holt kid.  He remembered his name.  It was Garret  Holt.  It's a small, small world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-473424325673505470?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/473424325673505470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=473424325673505470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/473424325673505470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/473424325673505470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-oven.html' title='In the Oven'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5753088197225863408</id><published>2009-01-19T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:20:36.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking up!</title><content type='html'>Hi howdy hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So this week was  a blast.  We had lots of work going on, lots of people to meet, and lots of  stuff to learn.  I learned that being "Pesado" has it's benefits, as people do  what you say more!  For the first time in the mission, I was able to get people  up and out of bed and going to church, after all the whole "I'm tired!" and "I  don't wanna go!" and all that other stuff that I used to toss at Mom when I  didn't want to go to school.  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;            I got a lot of questions  asking if it's harder in a richer area.  More or less.  It's like, knocking  doors has little/no effect.  Everyone lives like 100 feet away from their fence,  so if they don't have a doorbell, no go.  There's a heavy focus on the mission  on trying to get into houses on contacts as well.  Not terribly easy to get into  someone's house through an intercom, but do-able I suppose.  Anywho, things are  looking up, there's almost too many things to do, and I'm loving life.  I got to  see a bunch of my old companions at a conference the mission had this last week,  but I forgot batteries to my camera =(.  Anywho, be good, be safe, read your  scriptures and say your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;                                 e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5753088197225863408?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5753088197225863408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5753088197225863408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5753088197225863408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5753088197225863408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-up.html' title='Looking up!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-503010205176478206</id><published>2009-01-12T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:19:03.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casi la mitad !</title><content type='html'>It's Germain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                So, I got moved.  Again.  I'm now in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Villa  Norte Ward, Villa Alemana Oeste Stake&lt;br /&gt;                          Villa  Alemana, Valparaíso V Región&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I'm back in the south!  What  fun!  I've made a complete circle/tour of the mission.  It's pretty neat.  I've  gotten to know most parts of the mission, something that most missionaries don't  get to do.  This new sector is quite a shock from the last three.  It's got  huge, huge houses.  And everyone has pools, I'm kind of freaking out.  We live  in a 3 story apartment building, just the two of us.  My companion is Elder  Wallentine, from Logan, Utah.  Hey!  Here's some random small world story.  I'm  in the same room as Aaron Adams right now.  We just happened to be in the same  Cyber.  Fun stuff.  He's in a different Zone though, Just plain ol' Villa  Alemana.  There's a lot of people who speak English here.  A lot of Germans too  (go figure...).  There's a recently released 70 as well, Sepúlveda is his last  name.  I'm not sure what quorum he was from.  Anywho, there's a ton of work to  be done, I'm going to be even busier, but that's good.  I'm looking forward to  all the work, finding lots of people, and going swimming.  Be safe, study hard,  and write me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I just ran into an Elder Wells, from Payson Utah.  He  says he knows Dixon Meat and all that, and has a buddy who works there.  It's a  small world after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-503010205176478206?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/503010205176478206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=503010205176478206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/503010205176478206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/503010205176478206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/01/casi-la-mitad.html' title='Casi la mitad !'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3099159462430497334</id><published>2009-01-12T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:16:27.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I decided to dust off the camera as of late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking towards the Future - Me and Elder Villagra, possibly the greatest thing to come out of Argentina.  My Zone Leader for the last 18 weeks.  Mission Ended : 5th of January, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoSCsaUkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-p9h0HCvS2Y/s1600-h/Looking+towards+the+Future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoSCsaUkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-p9h0HCvS2Y/s400/Looking+towards+the+Future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732719933051458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Zone - The Zone of Ovalle!  Missing from picture : Elder Remy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoSVFGmTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AKTL2O5KC5g/s1600-h/The+Zone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoSVFGmTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AKTL2O5KC5g/s400/The+Zone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732724868454706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuegos Artificiales:  A firework that went off some 100 yards away from our pention.   There was ash all up ons our backyard the morning after.  Chile = Number 2 in world for Fireworks on Newyears.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoRkTpz_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/SKxEItmK_Xs/s1600-h/Fuegos+Atrificiales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoRkTpz_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/SKxEItmK_Xs/s400/Fuegos+Atrificiales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732711776145394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3099159462430497334?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3099159462430497334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3099159462430497334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3099159462430497334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3099159462430497334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-pictures.html' title='Yay Pictures!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SaxoSCsaUkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-p9h0HCvS2Y/s72-c/Looking+towards+the+Future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5196625928007397543</id><published>2009-01-05T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:04:34.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Año Nuevo!</title><content type='html'>¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Felicidades&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hi everybody!  Happy New Year!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Weee&lt;/span&gt;.  My new year was a blast.  We got to stay out at a members house till 11 and eat some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Asado&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Asado&lt;/span&gt;....  Plus, they launched Fireworks directly over the house.  It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, this week was mildly interesting.  Let me start with the previous week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of December a random guy sat next to me during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Priesthood&lt;/span&gt; meeting.  He looked sort of familiar, but I took him for a member from another branch and didn't think anything of it.  At the end of the meeting, President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Barraza&lt;/span&gt; went up to talk to him and introduced me to him as an investigator.  It turns out he was this weird man that Elder Page and I met from the middle of November.  When we met him, Page and I both felt that we needed to leave his house and just invite him to church, which we promptly did.  He kind of has a slight mental problem.  Well, I suppose that it just wasn't his time to talk to us.  After he came to church the first time, we set up an appointment with him and went to his house the following Saturday (two days ago).  He, his sister, and his mother were there, and we shared the message of the Restoration.  The sister (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Francia&lt;/span&gt;, her name) ate it up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tomás&lt;/span&gt; (the man) somehow already knew everything, and accepted all the commitments right away.  The mom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;súper&lt;/span&gt; evangelical and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mildly&lt;/span&gt; disrupted the lesson every now and then.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Francia&lt;/span&gt; lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Andacollo&lt;/span&gt; and the church ain't terrible strong over there (Something interesting about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Andacollo&lt;/span&gt;, it's where the Chilean Virgin showed up.  It's a small town about an hour northeast of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt;).  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tomás&lt;/span&gt; came to church again yesterday.  He's pretty awesome.  He gave his testimony in front of the church, but because he's a little special not too many people understood him.  A good man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tomás&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;                 Well that's where we're at right now.  We got changes today, so we'll see if I stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt;, or if they ship me off to some other part.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; butterflies in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stummy&lt;/span&gt;.                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5196625928007397543?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5196625928007397543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5196625928007397543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5196625928007397543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5196625928007397543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ao-nuevo.html' title='¡Feliz Año Nuevo!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3547975239451012799</id><published>2008-12-29T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:01:39.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas without a Winter</title><content type='html'>So hi howdy hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Hello family members!  I hope ya'll had a holly jolly christmas.  My week was just fine.  I had the gran oportun to talk to some of you kiddies, and some of your kiddies.  It was a pretty fun little boost, thanks a bundle.  I giggled for hours about Mike's Terribly Awesome Gringo Accent.&lt;br /&gt;             Life's good here, doing fine, and I'm working hard.  I failed to receive a letter this week, but luckily I had one left over from the previous of which I got to read.  Oh well, who am I to complain, we had a phone call!  Well, be good peoples, study hard, read your scriptures, guard each other against apostasy, and we'll see each other when I feel like it o.O                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3547975239451012799?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3547975239451012799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3547975239451012799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3547975239451012799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3547975239451012799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-without-winter.html' title='A Christmas without a Winter'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3583436688552379631</id><published>2008-12-22T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:59:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Navidad!</title><content type='html'>Fun in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Hey family!  So, 'bout that letter last week...  I was kinda in a hissy fitty mood for no particular reason and didn't feel like writing too much.  Had a lot of stuff going on that week.  Been real busy with stuffs this whole month.&lt;br /&gt;                   This week we had some really spiffy things go down.  First, we had Zone Conference Thursday, up in La Serena, again.  Pres. Wilhelm gave us all a shirt of the mission.  It's pretty awesome.  Second, we had our Christmas activities on Friday, which included:  Singing/Caroling for Orphans and abandoned children.  It was pretty awesome.  We had a very eccentric Peruvian named Elder Landa give a child-friendly presentation.  He's pretty much the spitting image of an elf.  Then we had the District President dress up like Santa, or el Viajito Pascuero, as they call him here.  All the children have to sing a song to get a present, that goes like this, "Viajito Pascuero, acuérdate de mí.  Me porto bien en casa, también en el jardin.  Wii!"  And that's it.  Over and over again.  Fun fun.  Second holiday flavored activity, we all went down to Ovalle Centro, and had some fun public preaching.  We all put on santa hats and sang our carols, and in between each carol a Spiritual Thought.  We had six elders running in and around the crowds passing out cards, pamphlets, and invitations to church.  The district helped out too.  We had microphones, piano, and saxophone.  All in all, it was a huge success, and I even learned how to sing harmony.  After all that, we had District Conference, and President Wilhelm, La Hermana, and a 70 came.  I think his name was Elder Rubio, or something to that effect.  He's from Santiago, Chile.  Goodness gracious.  Well, that's a brief outline of what the week was like, in minor detail.&lt;br /&gt;                     So, about this Christmas.  I'll be calling the mother in about 20 minutes, or whenever I can find a place to do an international call, to coordinate the call and everything.  But just so y'all know, I can only talk for 5 minutes to the Mother the first time, and 30 minutes on christmas day.  They gave us the instructions to talk for only 20 minutes, but we can talk for 30 if we keep our talkings about the Mission Work.  Well, that should be it.  Be good kids, stay safe, and have your pets spayed, or neutered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3583436688552379631?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3583436688552379631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3583436688552379631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3583436688552379631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3583436688552379631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='¡Feliz Navidad!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-4474100448475570905</id><published>2008-12-15T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:57:05.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Too busy...  Got to go work.  I'm doin fine, life is good, love y'all lots.  Ciao pescao.                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-4474100448475570905?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/4474100448475570905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=4474100448475570905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4474100448475570905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4474100448475570905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7103571519223466788</id><published>2008-12-11T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:40.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter New Challenger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(again?)        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty awesome how the Lord keeps you on your toes.  This week was another one of those slow weeks, with hardly any doors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt;, and no one letting us in their house.  Contacts (When we knock doors) really seems to not be my style, or at least, not effective when I seem to do them.  But the Lord blesses us for our obedience and diligence.  This week we recently got in contact with a man who was in the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Antiguo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Investigador&lt;/span&gt;" sector of the Area Book.  Alex has had every lesson taught to him, several times.  He knows the doctrine inside and out.  However, because of several events that occurred throughout his life, he has not been able to become baptized.  Let me point out some of the impressive sequence of events:          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex got married 15 years ago to a woman name Gloria. &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;They got divorced after 12 years of marriage because he quit his Job.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Alex quit his job as a Lawyer because he saw that the system was terribly corrupt.  He decided to sacrifice a job that payed very, very well for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;morals&lt;/span&gt;.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex finds a job working for a mining company, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to quit because his employers were asking him to exploit the other workers.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex gets back together with Gloria (3 years ago).   &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Alex comes in contact with the missionaries (1 year ago) and accepts the Church, but couldn't get baptized because he's not legally married with his ex-wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex finds a job that sends him away from his house for 14 days at a time and gives him 2 days of rest at his house. (6 months ago)            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Very interesting story.  It would appear to me that because of his morals and good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; in life, he was prepared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the Restored Gospel, however, Satan decided to throw a monkey wrench in the middle of everything and make his wife into a girlfriend.  But Alex is an extremely faithful man.  After talking with him a little bit, we decided to put the goal of being married before April of 2009.  He accepted the date, and decided to make whatever change in his life to be baptized in April.  I was highly impressed.  Seems to me that most people I know and meet once they meet an obstacle they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; give up, abandoning all.  It's nice to meet a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;                 All in all, I'm feeling pretty good about working these days.  Thanks for the prayers and all that, I'm feeling light hearted and carefree.  Except that last part.  There's souls to save out there!&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7103571519223466788?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7103571519223466788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7103571519223466788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7103571519223466788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7103571519223466788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7515824409068582617</id><published>2008-12-01T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:27:29.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress...</title><content type='html'>My hair is falling out.  Some more.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends and family!  Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Horspool&lt;/span&gt; reporting in, once again in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norte&lt;/span&gt;).  Changes have come in, and the verdict is:  Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Horspool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;queda&lt;/span&gt;.  Elder Page, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Belloto&lt;/span&gt; 2.  And there we have it.  The new comp is another Gringo (¿sort of?).  He's from Canada!  Yeah, alright!  He goes by the name of Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gulbranson&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Vanderhoof&lt;/span&gt;, British Columbia, Canada.  He's a pretty down to earth kid.  Pretty innocent and pure.  It's gonna be fun working with him.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I was scared.  Real scared.  I've never felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;terrorfied&lt;/span&gt; in my life.  I felt as if I could just curl up in a little ball and die.  I wasn't sleeping, I was eating, don't worry, but my mind was a wreck.  For about 2 or 3 days, I felt that I wasn't prepared to be a missionary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; ready for what lies ahead in life, and that I should just give up.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, came out of nowhere, and was pretty stinking powerful.  I still worked, found new people, and taught and did all that missionary jazz, but I felt that there was something on my shoulder, breathing death down my neck.  (/shudders).  Just in this moment of great despair and alarm, I remembered some things that had been read to the ward by Elder Page some days before.  They are all found in Doctrine and Covenants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DyC&lt;/span&gt; 136:27-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Thou shalt be diligent in preserving what thou hast, that thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mayest&lt;/span&gt; be a wise steward; for it is the free gift of the Lord thy God, and thou art his steward.&lt;br /&gt;28 If thou art merry, praise the Lord with singing, with music, with dancing, and with a prayer of praise and thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;29 If thou art sorrowful, call on the Lord thy God with supplication, that your souls may be joyful.&lt;br /&gt;30 Fear not thine enemies, for they are in mine hands and I will do my pleasure with them.&lt;br /&gt;31 My people must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; in all things, that they may be prepared to receive the glory that I have for them, even the glory of Zion; and he that will not bear chastisement is not worthy of my kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;32 Let him that is ignorant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; wisdom by humbling himself and calling upon the Lord his God, that his eyes may be opened that he may see, and his ears opened that he may hear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;DyC&lt;/span&gt; 6:32-37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Verily, verily, I say unto you, as I said unto my disciples, where two or three are gathered together in my name, as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt; bone thing, behold, there will I be in the midst of them—even so am I in the midst of you.&lt;br /&gt;33 Fear not to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;, my sons, for whatsoever ye sow, that shall ye also reap; therefore, if ye sow good ye shall also reap good for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;34 Therefore, fear not, little flock; do good; let earth and hell combine against you, for if ye are built upon my rock, they cannot prevail.&lt;br /&gt;35 Behold, I do not condemn you; go your ways and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt; no more; perform with soberness the work which I have commanded you.&lt;br /&gt;36 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; unto me in every thought; doubt not, fear not.&lt;br /&gt;37 behold the wounds which pierced my side, and also the prints of the nails in my hands and feet; be faithful, keep my commandments, and ye shall inherit the kingdom of heaven. Amen.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, there's nothing to fear!  Just being tested.  All I gotta do is be faithful, know that God is in control, and stay the course.  I'll be just fine folks.  Actually we were pretty blessed this week, a story that will have to wait for another day, another time, as it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; long and detailed, and with Victory for righteousness in it's name!                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7515824409068582617?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7515824409068582617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7515824409068582617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7515824409068582617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7515824409068582617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/12/stress.html' title='Stress...'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7648225067022277784</id><published>2008-11-25T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:21:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth, terminate!</title><content type='html'>All is well, I am well enough...      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's change time again.  It comes so fast.  It's been a pretty nutty six weeks.  Let's recap some of the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Remy and I called to serve together again&lt;br /&gt;- Remy and I have emergency changes.&lt;br /&gt;- Page and I duke it out with the Elders Quorum.&lt;br /&gt;- Page and I have a cancún getaway.                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh wait...shoot, Nevermind.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a little uncanny.  We did a lot of work that will launch the next change into a fun blast for the next Elders.  A lot of programs, future baptisms, and a ton of support from the Branch.  Our short term goal in a sector is to leave it in better condition then when we left it.  I feel we accomplished that goal.  It's pretty amazing to see the Lord work.  I'm very thankful that I can be a medium through which the Spirit works.  We found someone amazing this week!  Rather, someone found us...  She's what missionaries call, "Golden."  There's just one minor detail.  She's 10.  She sang in a primary activity last week, and she felt "something incredible" inside the church.  She came up to us and said, "Hi, I'm Camila.  I used to be (Name of Church Omitted) but now I want to be Mormon.  Can I join your church?"  Wow, why can't call investigators be like her.  She reads all the homework we give her (Twice, just to make sure she remembers it).  She's already having spiritual experiences (She said that for as long as she's remembered, she's been Reciting to try and find her dad, whom she hasn't seen in years.  She said that when she started to Pray, using the steps that were set forth by Jesus, she said that her prayer was fulfilled immediatly, and her dad called her.).  She's being an example and influencing all the other investigators.  She showed up to church 10 minutes early, to make sure she got a good spot.  Elder Page and I were highly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;          Well that should just about do it for me.  Thanks for all the prayers, support, and letters.  Keep up the good work family.  I'll keep doing what I do, and y'all keep bringing up a family in righteousness.                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of loves,                               &lt;br /&gt;                   e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7648225067022277784?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7648225067022277784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7648225067022277784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7648225067022277784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7648225067022277784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/11/sixth-terminate.html' title='Sixth, terminate!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3971911556103728989</id><published>2008-11-19T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:36.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to use Faith</title><content type='html'>So, check this out:             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had any success finding new people.  On top of that, we're about to drop some of the few investigators we have because they're not progressing, not going to church, and not completing with their promises.  Hugo, the atheist investigator, is becoming more and more distant, and doesn't want to do anything anymore unless his ear is pulled.  Not the kind of leader the church needs right now in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norte&lt;/span&gt;.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were starting to get kind of down.  Elder Page was kind of freaking out to find himself in a, "Dead Sector."  This last Thursday, during our weekly planning session, we were brainstorming on how we can find new investigators.  Suddenly Page opened up his scriptures and read out of Ether 3, and the Brother of Jared.  He remembered how the Brother of Jared had prepared a plan, and all his tools for the Lord to use and make his miracles happen.  It then clicked that, yes, we have all the tools to make things happen, all we had to do was present them to the Lord and work to have a miracle come to pass.  So that's what we did.  Now, I'm sure I've mentioned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suplica&lt;/span&gt; to you all before, but here's a brief rundown on what goes down everyday before we leave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pention&lt;/span&gt;.  We kneel down and pray, and report our plan to the Lord before heading out (it's about a 15 minute prayer).  So, during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Suplica&lt;/span&gt; (it was Elder Page's turn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suplicate&lt;/span&gt;), he told the Lord exactly what we were doing, and expressed out desires (for the Lord works &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt; to our desires).  We were going to knock the street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Terecianas&lt;/span&gt;, with Gonzalo, a member, and we wanted to enter into a house and teach someone.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly what happened.  The first house we knocked on, a woman let us in.  Let me explain a little more:&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                We can't go into a house if there's no man inside, unless we bring a member with us.  Normally we do not do contacts with members, for it's kind of boring.  This day, Gonzalo (who put in his mission papers recently) came to accompany us all day.  We taught a very powerful First Lesson, and came back four hours later to teach some more.  She had already read and prayed.  A miracle, if ever I've seen one.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, it was my turn to pray.  I did the same thing (except we didn't have Gonzalo with us).  The first street we knocked on, the last house, out came a 15 year old kid.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a very powerful answer, after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;, that everything was true.  Quite an interesting story, sometime that, I'll be sure to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; sometime.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day pretty much followed the suit of the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.  We prayed, entered into the first house we knocked on, and taught a quick, awesome lesson.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome, eh?  My lesson learned, when we really pour out our desires to the Lord, he answers.  We have to prepare the plan, the tools, and express our desires to Him.  And if we ask, believing that we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;, it will happen.  I know that God lives, I know that he hears our prayers, I know that if we do all that we can in this world, God will take care of the rest and all will end up well.                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3971911556103728989?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3971911556103728989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3971911556103728989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3971911556103728989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3971911556103728989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-use-faith.html' title='How to use Faith'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5535213637407849190</id><published>2008-11-15T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:14:31.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Seems like this has been a very sudden week...              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Well now, this has been a series of strange events, for good, I hope.  First off, I send my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;condolences&lt;/span&gt; to Jason and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; passed away Mother.  I hope she passed away in peace.  Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;descanse&lt;/span&gt;.  However, Many a congratulations on your newborn child, though I'm sad you couldn't hold it for 3 more hours (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;, I kid).  Your child is very beautiful, and I can't wait to meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' stinker.  Good job on the whole Prop. 8 thing, my comp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recieved&lt;/span&gt; notice from his family that they're feeling the effects of it all the way in Utah, already.  I find it highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hipocritical&lt;/span&gt; by every sense of the word that they're doing harm to the Church.  How can a bunch of people who where principally promoting more "Peace" and "Understanding" be so hateful and ignorant?  But that's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; to worry about.               &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Last Monday, after district class, Elder Remy and I were talking, getting ready to leave, passing off references for some other Elders to teach when the Zone Leaders approached us and told us that they wanted to talk to us four (Elder Remy, Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Horspool&lt;/span&gt;, Elder Page, and Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Halverson&lt;/span&gt;) real quick.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aterior&lt;/span&gt; week we had had interviews with President Wilhelm, and after said interviews, he sat alone in the Bishops office for a few hours.  When he came out, he told the Zone Leaders that Elder Remy was needed elsewhere, in fact, one Branch over, in the Branch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Canihuantes&lt;/span&gt;, and that Elder Page needed to be with me here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Norte&lt;/span&gt;.  Emergency Changes.  It was real sudden; it hit us very hard.  For two months I had been with Elder Remy, and I was starting to warm up to the guy.  It's very strange how you never realize how much you rely on and become attached to something until how it's gone.  For two months I had been worrying about how I could help out Elder Remy, how I could lift him up to be the kind of Leader the Lord needs.  Now, he's gone.  It felt like I had been punched in the stomach very hard.  Normally they don't do Emergency Changes unless there's something bad going on, but in our case there was no problem, no contention.  In fact, most people complemented us on how well they felt the Spirit of Unity between us two.  But the Lord has something up his sleeve, I can feel it.  This last week with Elder Page has been a blast as well.  We get along like peas and carrots, and I'm learning a ton about everything.  But, it just feels kind of strange, odd.  What an awesome and strange experience the mission is.  I've never been so close to a group of men, a band of brothers, before in my life.  All working for one the greatest causes that we can do in this world, Bringing to pass the salvation of souls.  I know this is the Lords Work, and that His hand is in everything.  I love you all, Be safe, Be Healthy, and Be Firm in the Faith.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I believe there's a picture of Elder Page on an earlier post, when we had mission conference a while back.  It would be with Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kohler&lt;/span&gt;.  You'll notice that he's a gringo with Tongan background (From the town of Roosevelt, in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Uintah&lt;/span&gt; Basin).  Everyone thinks he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Barak&lt;/span&gt; Obama.  Quite hilariously stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5535213637407849190?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5535213637407849190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5535213637407849190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5535213637407849190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5535213637407849190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/11/suddenly-unexpected.html' title='Suddenly Unexpected'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-4390037644779590308</id><published>2008-11-04T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:45:33.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Mission Conference # 4             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Wow, after just three weeks we have another mission conference, but there was a special reason for it...  Elder Amado of the Quorum of the 70 decided to pay a visit to the Mission Chile, Viña Del Mar.  It was amazing!  I feel so enlightened about the mission now.  We pretty much learned about how to be successful on the mission and how to help everyone.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Elder Remy and I decided to put some of that revelation to work.  I forget if I've mentioned him before, but we have an investigator who calls himself, "Atheist."  It's kind of ridiculous really.  He prays a ton and reads without a problem (when the bum remembers to.).  In short, he exercises faith.  Elder Amado said, if someone does not accept a baptismal date, help them to understand repentance.  If they don't understand repentance, help them to understand faith.  If they don't have faith, help them to have desires to know.  Hugo, the self proclaimed Atheist, is exercising faith, and is praying to a being that he doesn't believe in.  My comp and I are stomped in this logic, but whatever.  He prays to know, and has come to church a few times, and reads.  I'm assuming he faults some sort of "Trail of Faith" as is described in Ether 12:6.  I don't know how many of you read it, but there was an article about a protestant student at BYU who had to take a leap of faith in his investigating efforts, and for him it was the determination to accept a baptismal date.  As of now, that's pretty much all Hugo lacks.  But here's the thing:  Do any of y'all have any experience with talking with atheists?  What were their experiences in their conversion?  How did they come to have a belief in God?         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Well, that should just about do it for this week.  Thanks for all your support.  Love ya lots, be safe, fight the good fight, keep the faith, congrats on your new kid Hea-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con mucho amor,                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                 e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiight here's how they go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desayuno - This is a standard Elder Horspool Breakfast these days. Avocado, or Palta, is very, very cheap. Eat it with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264904808851116434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SRCzB2vREZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XpruY6rVz_E/s400/Desayuno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bafroom - This is our current project in the house. Right now, the paint in the bathroom is falling off wherever it is slightly touched. I like to draw while I'm taking a shower.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264904819172769234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SRCzCdMI_dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_fKyrRA8RuY/s400/Bafroom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264904811433423586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SRCzCAW78uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FWMfpUxpeB4/s400/Bafroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-4390037644779590308?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/4390037644779590308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=4390037644779590308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4390037644779590308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4390037644779590308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/11/mission-conference-4-wow-after-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SRCzB2vREZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XpruY6rVz_E/s72-c/Desayuno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-1885019042123983429</id><published>2008-10-29T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:31:00.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So let them eat cake!</title><content type='html'>Adventures with Bread           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Cultural Note - Chileans are very well known for their bread.  They are the worlds second largest consumers of bread, next to France.  I try to eat it as sparangly(spelling?) as possible, which usually consists of two-three full pieces a day.  Most missionaries go home about 20 pounds heavier because they eat the delicious substance all day every day (it's real cheap and filling).  On that note, we had the fun priveledge of helping out our Ward Mission Leader in moving and piecing together an industrial sized Oven, as he is a Baker.  We had some good times.  We got to tear apart a building, to fit a forklift through a small entrance.  But that's not what I'm here to do, scallywags.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Working has had its ups and downs this week.  To start with a good one, we're starting to see fruits from the "Lunch Activity" that we do every day at lunch.  I'm not sure if I've explained it before, but shoot, let's do it again.  The Lunch activity consists of us teaching a gospel principle during lunch, to keep the tone of the conversation doctrinal.  From there, we invite the member to leave with us to go and invite one of their nieghbors to a "Family Activity" (Not a "Family Home Evening") there in their home.  Anywho, this activity, whereas was not completing with it's promises of new investigatores and references, is now beginning to produce that which is most desireable to a missionary, which is investigatores who are genuinly(spelling?) interested and have fellowship withen the church. ****INVITATION!****  You should have the missionaries over at your house with the intent of helping them find new investigators.  Nay, the purpose of having the missionaries over for a meal is not to impart food, for they can cook and buy food for themselves, but rather to establish trust between the members and the missionary work, and to give them people to teach.  I'm sure the style of missionary work is different in the States, so ya'll should talk to your local Elders and ask 'em how you can have them talk to your neighbors and friends.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;     As for something sad, Génesis is kind of out of the picture...  Poor guy.  Some day he'll have the desires to help himself, but until that day, there's not much we can do for him.  Well family, that should just about do it.  Take care of yourselves, especially ya'll who are about to have babies.  I got a feeling I might be sharing a birthday with a small asian boy.  Take care!                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                   e'horspool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-1885019042123983429?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/1885019042123983429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=1885019042123983429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1885019042123983429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1885019042123983429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-let-them-eat-cake.html' title='So let them eat cake!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3076679095701842222</id><published>2008-10-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:26:47.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Se Quedan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Se Quedan - its plural?!             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeehaw!  We both get to stay here.  Elder Remy and I are staying here in Ovalle for another 6 weeks (well 5 now)!  We're both pretty stoked.  Elder Remy especially, as he will be going on 7 months in the same sector.  Well, he's excited about some aspects - Working with the members, yes - Knocking the same doors for the 5th time, no.  But all in all, life is good.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The work was a little, different, this week.  We did lots of service projects.  We always ask people, in any situation, if theres anything we can do to help them.  Always.  And usually, they just say no.  But not this week!  This week we painted the interior of a house, we took the wallpaper off of another, we helped a sweet little old lady make soup, and so on.  And on top of that, there was a district activity in our building.  All of the branches came together and had dances, food, and cultural displays from various countried from south and central america.  While we didn't actively participate in the merriment, we had the awesome duty of bringing new people to the activty, which we with with gusto.  I highly enjoyed it.              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for Génesis, we're not 100% sure what's going on with him... he seems to have fled to his mothers house this last week, which is OK with me as long as he's not around them Patos Malos and other evil influences.  But the work is continuing quite nicely, and having people progress is pretty sweet.  Each day I'm going to bed highly exhausted from the days activities, and each morning I somehow have enough strenght to go do it all over again.  Thanks for your prayers everyone, keep up the good work on the homefront, Happy happy birthday Pa.                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Josefa e Ignacio - These are my substitute Niece and Nephew. Josefa is 3 and Ignacio recently hit his first birthday. They're the kids of the Branch President. He has 1 more daughter of 9 years old, named Javiera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642416148950370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SQipZRJ2LWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bi56pUdmJvQ/s400/Josefa+y+Ignacio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Mexico - Our branch got to represent Mexico in the activity. They didn't do too bad a job with the costumes!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642430384913826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SQipaGL9vaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRMNWOGnod4/s400/Viva+Mexio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;La Rama - On the left we have Hmo. Gonzales, the Elders Quroum President, then Alejandra and President Barraza, the branch president, then Hma. Sandra from the Primary and her lil' helper whose name escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642428493275378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SQipZ_I9oPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8rCLgi6rbCg/s400/La+Rama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pictures are how the chileans interpreted the mexican Tortilla. More like funny tasting bread... They then tried to do Burritos and Tacos using Pancakes in place of the Taco shell. Also very hilarious, and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642442855299730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SQipa0pIupI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s19l-u12pwE/s400/Tortilla1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642450397997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SQipbQvdKII/AAAAAAAAAE0/qUD9AzLBOyQ/s400/Tortilla2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3076679095701842222?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3076679095701842222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3076679095701842222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3076679095701842222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3076679095701842222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-quedan.html' title='¡Se Quedan!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SQipZRJ2LWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bi56pUdmJvQ/s72-c/Josefa+y+Ignacio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7000443781783148078</id><published>2008-10-18T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:02:01.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Turning of the Wheel...</title><content type='html'>Just about ready to hit up another Change.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Changes are here, and I'm not sure what's going to be going down.  I'm sure I'll get a new companion, as he's been in this sector for about 6 months.  But who knows...  I know some Elders who've been in one place for 9.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that!  This week was sweet!  We had interviews and Zone Conference (with 3 zones), and I got to see tons of old friends and learn lots of new things.  We did a pretty slick practice of teaching people about the Book of Mormon in under 3 minutes, and at the end, President Wilhelm (The Mission President) called on three companionships to teach the APs and Him (2 on 1 - the companionship and 1 of those three) and he called on Elder Remy and me.  We had the pleasure of teaching an AP in front of the zones, and what was pretty neat, I didn't feel too nervous.  The AP was playing the part of an Investigator who had the attention span of a chipmunk, and believed everything we said right away.  We had to dig out a hidden doubt or something like that, and teach the Book of Mormon (in 3 minutes, as previously stated... we were timed).  We had to kind of verbally slap the kid to pay attention, and tell him to pray to know specifically if the book is true.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for working, there's a lot of madness going on, which I won't get in to 100% until more details unfold, but I'll give you the start of it.  Last week, between the morning and afternoon sessions of conference, a kid came to the gates of the church barely able to walk due to alcohol consumption.  He introduced himself as Genesis (and showed us his ID card to prove it was his name.  He's 21 years old), and told us that he wanted to stop drinking.  We told him that we'd come over Tuesday, which we did.  He was a completely different person Sober, completely aware of his addiction, told us that he wants to stop drinking.  We taught a little bit about the restoration, and all about the Word of Wisdom.  He promised to stop drinking.  We then passed by every day for about 5 minutes to talk to him to see how he's doing.  However, come the weekend, we could not come into contact with him, so we left some notes of encouragement.  He had a bit of a relapse on Sunday, it turned out, with details that I won't go into for they are rather personal on his part, but we promised him that we would do everything to help him get over his weakness.  We had a sincere prayer with him and his uncle, and we're going to develop a stronger plan to help him overcome.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that should just about do it.  If anyone has any sort of experience on helping others overcome alcoholism, I'd love to hear it, for I'm just kind of running on what Preach my Gospel tells me (which is not that bad, by the way).  So far we've identified some of the sources of his inspiration to drink, but as to how to approach the matter or what routes to take I'm not 100%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any and all help will be greatly appreciated, thank you.                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homies form the MTC - Pretty self explanatory. That's all of us that came to the mission from the MTC (Elder Ehlder is MIA somewhere down south). From left to right that's Elder Daniels, Elder Horspool, Elder Christiansen, and Elder Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678317480869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SPqUEW1-_dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HfCUOUFdB2I/s400/Homies+from+the+MTC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kohler and I - Kohler goes home this Wednesday. Go get em Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678323879532018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SPqUEuri1fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wQ7BKIkubn0/s400/Kohler+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us 3 - That's Elder Kohler, Elder Page, and Me. Page is in my zone, and a pretty awesome Elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678324567948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SPqUExPrPgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Gpa2dkkJtoY/s400/Us+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard at Work - Personal Study at the pension! A Kodak moment if ever there was one. We love you, Elder Remy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258678314898498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SPqUENOTJAI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ntn2GRYB_Dw/s400/Hard+at+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7000443781783148078?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7000443781783148078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7000443781783148078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7000443781783148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7000443781783148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-turning-of-wheel.html' title='Another Turning of the Wheel...'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SPqUEW1-_dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HfCUOUFdB2I/s72-c/Homies+from+the+MTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-7736911496293807383</id><published>2008-10-10T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:47:39.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend at the Big Screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;General Conference Rocks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we had the rule that we were only allowed to go to General Conference if we had either a less active or an investigator with us, and luckily, we had one in each session! It was pretty amazing. I don't know what happened, but General Conference is like the Super Bowl, but x3. I took notes for my own benefit and motivation... I didn't even take many notes in High School. I guess I'm changing too... It's a good thing President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt; talked about Changes. And how bout them new temples?? Keep up the good work Paul and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;, and look out, Pope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I ramble. This week we've been real busy trying to get things all planned out for some things going down next week. Something rather stupidly comical happened, which I am sorry to say was the most exciting event to happen (outside of General Conference and various lessons of courage and triumph which I won't bore you all with). Alexandra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pozo&lt;/span&gt;, the wife of the Branch President, accidentally flushed her cellphone down the toilet. She flipped out, and started to cry. To make a silly heroic rescue, I rolled up my sleeves and tried to reach through the toilet to save the cellphone, but avast, my hands were too big. We tried to open up some of the sewer pipes and see if we could find it, but to no avail. All in all, our comical attempts and failures brightened Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pozo's&lt;/span&gt; day, and she eventually got over it. Some of our attempts included, but are not limited to: Scraping around with Hangers, Flushing hot water down the toilet, Flushing Soap to make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slippier&lt;/span&gt;, and Spelunking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that should just about do it. I don't have any pictures this week, but that's not what the mission is all about. It's about going where nobody has gone before, doing what no man has done, and getting your hands real nice and dirty ( 'n' stinky). John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bytheway&lt;/span&gt; once said, "Ordinary missionaries take home memories and trinkets, Extraordinary missionaries leave testimonies behind." Or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-7736911496293807383?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/7736911496293807383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=7736911496293807383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7736911496293807383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/7736911496293807383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-at-big-screen.html' title='A weekend at the Big Screen'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-3101947394542932241</id><published>2008-10-01T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:24:01.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So things are starting to look up folks. Elder Remy and I have had some ups and downs over these last weeks, and things just kinda got kicked up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;notch&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;?!). We had been teaching 1 family and 1 kid regularly (see the "President's nephew from the last post. His Mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; let him go to church! Rock!). All in all, things were kinda slow. However, this week we pumped out lots of contacts in rather obscure places, and the Lord decided to bless us with some people to teach! Let's take a look, shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Carlos, Luisa, Ana, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yarky&lt;/span&gt; are a part member inactive family. Juan is the only member, and the rest have never been to church. We met the wife, Luisa first. She let us into her patio right away, and we started talking about the Restoration. All of a sudden, a man came out of nowhere and started listening, with a stern look on his face. His skepticism turned into joy when we found out that we were "Mormons" and we set up an appointment for the next day. He told us that he was baptized when he was 14 in a river in Los Andes (A city in the Santiago North Mission), and hadn't been to church in over 30 years, but never lost his testimony. He got into a car accident recently (he used to drive trucks for a living) and is out of work. His humbled situation put him in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt;, and prepared him and his family to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; us. We found them on a Friday, taught them Saturday, and they went to church the following day. Rather amazing really.&lt;br /&gt;Two more people have joined the party. Actually, two more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;investigatores&lt;/span&gt;, it's a family that's trying to reactivate themselves. Giselle is a 15 year old girl who has a 7 month old daughter who bears the same name. She said that she's ready to make any changes in her life to join the church. Pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Listo&lt;/span&gt;. Her little sister Angie decided to listen too, and after teaching them both, they loved it! Their brother, a less active member, is helping them get acquainted (spelling?) with the church. The mother (also inactive) is neither here nor there with us at the moment, but is allowing us to teach them. I'm pretty stoked to have some people who are ready and prepared to join the church. October is going to be a blast, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;e'horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kind of attempted to cut my own hair using a beard trimmer I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from the mother. It didn't work out nearly as well as hoped. I had to have my comp come help me and make it so I could walk outside far enough to get to a barber shop. I'm afraid it might be too short now. But it was dang hilarious. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252266088668006562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SOPMLhDjCKI/AAAAAAAAARA/yIG0G4YjWOk/s400/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252266094734035602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SOPML3pzSpI/AAAAAAAAARI/JsSuLZ-3BEo/s400/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252266095061179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SOPML43zHEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EWE10OOO0ts/s400/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;A sweet picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt; from a different angle.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252266097216434738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SOPMMA5psjI/AAAAAAAAARY/YrJiatwubgs/s400/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-3101947394542932241?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/3101947394542932241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=3101947394542932241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3101947394542932241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/3101947394542932241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresh-faces.html' title='Fresh Faces'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqBeFquBzJM/SOPMLhDjCKI/AAAAAAAAARA/yIG0G4YjWOk/s72-c/Imagen+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-1475316731366927329</id><published>2008-09-23T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:23:41.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuestra Patria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Smell of Burnt Meat is thick in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a blast. We went from house to house to talk to people, and each time we went in, they gave us some sort of grilled meat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;empanada&lt;/span&gt;, or this awesome drink called Mote con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huesillos&lt;/span&gt; (it's like dehydrated Peaches they rehydrate in a sweet juice, with lots of oats). It was delicious. We had a huge lunch, which rendered me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; for a few minutes after eating. We had some special rules this day though. We were to be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pention&lt;/span&gt; an hour earlier, (or an hour later if we had a member with a car to drive us home). We chose the second option. But dang, what a day. I didn't manage to get any pictures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cueca&lt;/span&gt;, but there's always a tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for teaching, everyone and everything leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt; for the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so not too much went down. Up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Coquimbo&lt;/span&gt; (my last sector), they have a party for 3 weeks, which is where the majority of Chile goes. We're expecting the steady flow of investigators this week sometime around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. We're working very closely with the Branch President these days. He's a young guy, with 3 kids. We're teaching one of his nephews. I don't seem to understand it though... Everyone says I'm an Elder with lots of patience for kids. Where did that come from? Weird. Well, Take care family, be nice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;supértense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;, read your scriptures, and have your pets spayed, or neutered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt; - This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt;. It's the Zone Leader sector, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ovalle&lt;/span&gt;. Our sector looks about the same, but without the huge Plaza and various shops/stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249372899563458482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmE1vwKz7I/AAAAAAAAADs/6LUJ8GJ8bU8/s400/Ovalle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chirimoya&lt;/span&gt;? - This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chirimoya&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if any of the brothers ever had any of these on their mission, but they're pretty delicious. They're white on the inside with big brown seeds.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249372893065119234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmE1Xi2BgI/AAAAAAAAADk/5oZONtbCN44/s400/What+the+Chirimoya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alien Egg - A close up of the texture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chirimoya&lt;/span&gt;. I'll get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; one of me eating it later, as I cut this one open right away and it wasn't ripe yet. I bought another one today, so we'll see how it turns out. I've had em before though, they're real real real real sugary. I dig the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chirimoya&lt;/span&gt; flavored Milk and Yogurt though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249372908136925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmE2PsPh2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/PW5gg_rGbVk/s400/Alien+Egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Asada&lt;/span&gt; - This was my lunch on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. ¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cualquier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Carne&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249375156602909250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmG5H4TskI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9_WPiN3u5RU/s400/Asada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Diego! - This is Diego. He's a funny little kid. As they say around here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;él&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;monos&lt;/span&gt;. As is to say, he paints monkeys. Duh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;, nah, it just means he likes attention.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249375159530110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmG5SyNPtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GfyAHWCIocw/s400/Go+Diego!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sat down to meat - This is what I REALLY ate. As you can see, I'm pretty sad. My comp was pretty happy though. Pap soda = delicious. They need more Papaya flavored Soda in the states.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249375168576456258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmG50fBhkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D8VY305S9sg/s400/Sat+down+to+meat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-1475316731366927329?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/1475316731366927329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=1475316731366927329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1475316731366927329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/1475316731366927329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuestra-patria.html' title='Nuestra Patria'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SNmE1vwKz7I/AAAAAAAAADs/6LUJ8GJ8bU8/s72-c/Ovalle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-8679187709515345383</id><published>2008-09-16T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:58:39.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Tranquilo Papá!</title><content type='html'>It's quiet... too quiet...           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week in Ovalle slipped by rather silently.   It's weird.  At about 9:00 everything shuts down and dies.  One night we were walking and suddenly I stopped, something seemed out of place...  There was no noise.  It was probably the first time I've heard absolute silence in Chile.  It was odd.  Regardless, life has been more or less the same.  Not too much went down this week.  Everyone's getting ready for this next week, which just so happens to be the biggest celebration in Chile, the 18th of September.  It's the Chilean Independence Day.  I'm expecting much Asado this week, or Chile fails me.  I'll get some sweet pictures for y'all next week, and possibly a video of the National Dance, La Cueca.  It's the funny little dance with cowboys and handkerchiefs.  Well, take it easy, Congrats on the new young'n Tami.  Shoot, He's gonna be 16 months old when I get back!  Bah.  But let's not worry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-8679187709515345383?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/8679187709515345383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=8679187709515345383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8679187709515345383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8679187709515345383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/09/tranquilo-pap.html' title='¡Tranquilo Papá!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-4459230216548052158</id><published>2008-09-11T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:38:30.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got... moved¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ah, it's true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So changes are in, and I got moved! After only 6 weeks in Sindempart, Coquimbo, I'm now about an hour south in the city of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ¡Ovalle! Sector Ovalle Norte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Oh vaszh yae] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is pretty exciting. My first companion (Elder Mendez) always talked about Ovalle, and now here I am! It's pretty much the most tranquil zone in the mission. It's a very, very small town with farms everywhere (everythings green right now from all the rain! yeah!). The sector itself doesn't have any farms, but it does have a lot of old people. There's probably 2 families where the parents are younger than 70. It's also got a lot of less actives, so there's lots of work to be done. My new companion is Elder Remy. Elder Remy is from Utah somewhere, he moves around a lot, but his parents are now living in Ogden. He was going to BYU before the mission. He's been in this sector for about 5 months, so he knows everyone and everything pretty well. We'll, here's a story that I'm sure you can all relate to (or at least those of you who are in California right now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second day here, we decided to go visit someone who was just about ready for baptism. There's just one problem: He's 92 years old and has severe short term memory loss. His wife got baptized recently, and is a pretty solid convert. (before we go any further, on our way to their house, we had to pass by a pack of dogs, one of which managed to get my left leg =[. Luckily it did not break the skin, but my pants got ripped.) So after 3 days of teaching him, (Mañuel, he calls himself), it became evident that he was not having any sort of progression. This last Sunday was a fast Sunday. We decided to do a fast for his memory, which went pretty well, and here's why: Yesterday, when we went back to go teach him, we decided to do a test to see how long he could remember that he needed to be baptized. We waited 15 minutes, all the while talking about other random things from his childhood, which he remembers just fine. After the 15 minutes were up, we asked him if he was ready for his baptism. He got kind of angry that we hadn't talked to him about it before. My comp got kind of frustrated, as He had been hearing stuff like that from Mañuel for about 3 months now. He then asked me what he thought we should do. I said a silent prayer asking for guidance, and recieved a very distinct answer that told me that he did not need to be baptized at this time, for he did not meet the requirements for baptism as given in D&amp;amp;C 20:37. Well, we left, down one investigator, but it felt so good that we had listened to the promptings of the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about does it for the week. There's tons of work to be done out there and I need to go get a jump start on it. Chao pescao*&lt;br /&gt;e'horspool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics of the week (in Sindempart):&lt;br /&gt;1 - The zone! We all got together for a last hurrah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244849169430179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SMlyh_xjbRI/AAAAAAAAADc/_LKR4YeCzJ4/s400/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2 - Rolando, Tiare, and Me. We worked with Rolando, who's the investigator. His wife, Tiare, recently reactivated herself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848059436704210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SMlxhYufIdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/onUJP-uv9rM/s400/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - La Familia Olea Diaz - A complete family of investigators! They have everything taught to em, just need to get their hiney(s) to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848050314397138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SMlxg2vjxdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xgMxZwPYDy4/s400/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hazz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848079009123842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SMlxiho6jgI/AAAAAAAAADU/XTYXMdDVDXk/s400/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was a regular on the dinner table. It's called the Hazz (yeah, i know, in Spanish it sounds like a bad word, but it's not, OK!). Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chop up some steak real thin, we use this kind of meat called Churrasco meat, it comes in a packet already chopped up, but it needs to be real thin, and about the size of a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fry said steak in a frying pan (without oil). Feel free to add such seasonings as: salt, pepper, or lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Chop up an Avocado (palta) like you'd make guacamole (also called palta), but only add salt to the smashed mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dice a tomato. If you're chilean, add olive oil to the diced up tomatos. Also skin them (if you're chilean). Personally I like em just diced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Toast a Hotdog bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, here's the order of the stack: 1-Toasted Hotdogbun, 2 - tomatos, 3 - palta, 4 - Mayonayse, mustard, ketchup, and Hotsauce (Ají).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eating, you shouldnt be able to bite through it all in one swoop. Normally Take a bite from the top, then a bite from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Completos are the exact same thing, except you use Hotdogs instead of Steak.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848070634152690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SMlxiCcKovI/AAAAAAAAADM/osX2FhoeITQ/s400/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-4459230216548052158?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/4459230216548052158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=4459230216548052158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4459230216548052158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/4459230216548052158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-moved.html' title='I got... moved¿'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SMlyh_xjbRI/AAAAAAAAADc/_LKR4YeCzJ4/s72-c/Imagen+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5795048863377114944</id><published>2008-09-01T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:11:57.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th is gone...</title><content type='html'>Ah, where does the time go...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avast ye swabs, the sun sets on another change. It just goes by so fast doesn't it? Seems like yesterday I just waltzed in through the MTC doors... Well, nostalgia gets us nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a little on the slow side, but that doesn't mean that it won't pick up speed! Just needs a little elbow grease I suppose... We learned a lesson in Diligence this week! As previously stated in the last letter, we're being a little more "Franke" in our lessons. Not to the extent of REPENT OR PERISH but, firm in the cause of inviting other to come unto Christ by helping them to receive the message of the restored Gospel through, faith in Jesus Christ and his atonement, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end. In other words, the entire purpose of missionary work (see Page 1 of Preach my Gospel). Well, back to the diligence story. A few weeks back we met a man who was raking his lawn, with three small childrens watching him in the window. Naturally we talked to him, and he made it known that he did not believe in any sort of organized religion, and did not really have interest. We talked to him a little about the apostasy, and why there's millions of churches in the world today. This piqued his interest, and we set an appointment for later that week (he's a mechanic that works 4 days in a different city up north, and 4 days of rest in his house). Well, he wasn't there. We passed by day after day after day after day, we talked to his wife, his neighbors, people walking by, trying to find this man. Well, we finally had a lesson with him this last week, and it was pretty awesome. He's highly focused in the family, and his kids seem to have a strong attachment to him (his 1 year old son refused to let him be put down, screamin' for Papá 'n' all). We taught the message of the Restoration, and his wife listened to the part about the First Vision. Turns out that his wife had gone to church many moons ago when she was but a lass, and had good impressions of the Church. We'll be teachin them, later! He goes by the name of Elias. But the moral of the story is: Don't give up! Even when things look like they might not go anywhere, don't give up on somebody! I suppose the trick is learning when to persevere, and when to leave behind those who refuse to repent. Well, Keep safe, be good, and Happy Labor day (it's my comps birthday! Happy 20th Birthday Elder Cole!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's some pictures of last P-day. We decided to do a little hike from the Bay to the Cross of the Third Millennium. You can really see how big the cross is in these. Our goal is to take the tour that they have inside of all the Popes, and get some sweet pictures from the view up top. (it's a little cloudy today, so we'll see if it happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Stairs - The climb to the cross consists of about 3 sets of these stairs. From the Bay to the Cross, it took about 15 minutes to walk (missionary speed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLwt_QPexPI/AAAAAAAAACk/JUwBbpFtj38/s1600-h/The+Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241114631067321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLwt_QPexPI/AAAAAAAAACk/JUwBbpFtj38/s400/The+Stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;View from the Top of the Hill - It was a tough climb, but we made it! And this was the reward that awaited us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLwt_q5WkGI/AAAAAAAAACs/Dli3VkigxNs/s1600-h/View+from+the+Top+of+the+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241114638222266466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLwt_q5WkGI/AAAAAAAAACs/Dli3VkigxNs/s400/View+from+the+Top+of+the+Hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me and the kiddies at the Cross - There were some kids playing soccer nearby. Of course, the presence of 2 Gringos was called to their attention and they halted their game to look at us. I used this to my advantage, and in their dazed state had them come over and take some pictures with me. The cross is about 50 yards back, and about 20 feet higher up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241114628596203506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLwt_HCUf_I/AAAAAAAAACc/_5WxUGE0k-Y/s400/Me+and+kiddies+at+the+Cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5795048863377114944?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5795048863377114944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5795048863377114944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5795048863377114944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5795048863377114944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/09/4th-is-gone.html' title='The 4th is gone...'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLwt_QPexPI/AAAAAAAAACk/JUwBbpFtj38/s72-c/The+Stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-2588792586916141205</id><published>2008-08-25T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:55:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Authority and Power! (pewpew!)</title><content type='html'>A very enlightening week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               So this week, because of a lack  of people showing up to church and not progressing, my companion and I decided  that we were going to stop trying to be the "Nice Missionaries" and get some  stuff done.  No asking nicely, no tolerance for noncompliance to promises made,  no indirect questions, no fear!  We went direct, and cut right into the heart of  matters with some of our investigators.  Here's 3 reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1)  Separate the Wheat from the Tares.&lt;br /&gt;      2) Speaking openly and directly is  what Jesus and the Prophets did.&lt;br /&gt;      3) When in the MTC, Richard G.  Hinkley gave a fireside, and did a little Q and A session.  One of the questions  was, "How I can I be an effective missionary?"  to which he replied, "Be  Bold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Well, it worked!  We spent some time on our  companionship study identifying some of the needs of the investigators, and  challenges that they're going through in their lives.  We then made a course of  attack!  Results were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1) People came to church&lt;br /&gt;       2)  Commitments and promises were kept (by those who are really interested).&lt;br /&gt;        3) Found out who isn't really interested.&lt;br /&gt;       4) Found out who needs  extra help and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Granted not everybody did everything  they promised.  Such is to be expected through the course of human life where  random problems arise and unexpected situations manifest.  But generally  speaking, we had our desired goal accomplished of having investigators progress.   As for the people who still aren't sure if they're 100% committed, we're going  to work with them to help them meet their specific weakness, but we're also not  going to spend as much time with them, for we're here to reap the harvest and  plant seeds.  People need to cultivate their own soil, though (see the parable  of the sower).  Let's see, it's like we plant seeds of faith, and if the soil is  good, after 3 weeks we reap some grain.  If the soil is not good, hard, rocky,  or smothered in weeds, well, that all depends on the individual, and not our  work.  As President Wilhelm (the mission president) once said, "We're here to  find people who are ready, not to waste our time with people who aren't."  Well,  that should just about do it.  Ya'll be sure to be good, be nice, and be  bold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    e'horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these pics were taken by my comp!  yay!  We went to the dock for P-day and  checked out all the awesomeness it had to offer.  Mmm..... Shrimp and Cheese  empanadas.  There was also a bunch of pelicans everywhere, and a sweet flea  market, or Feria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uhm...Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_jm1eRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/J6wPpPQKw0k/s1600-h/Uhm...Duh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_jm1eRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/J6wPpPQKw0k/s400/Uhm...Duh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238530303770641730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking out to sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_j-x68oI/AAAAAAAAACM/OFD2pFhvUpo/s1600-h/Looking+out+to+sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_j-x68oI/AAAAAAAAACM/OFD2pFhvUpo/s400/Looking+out+to+sea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238530310198194818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goin' to the dock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_khEUZjI/AAAAAAAAACU/j9EhcFIF2kc/s1600-h/Goin+to+the+dock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_khEUZjI/AAAAAAAAACU/j9EhcFIF2kc/s400/Goin+to+the+dock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238530319402165810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-2588792586916141205?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/2588792586916141205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=2588792586916141205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2588792586916141205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/2588792586916141205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-authority-and-power-pewpew.html' title='With Authority and Power! (pewpew!)'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SLL_jm1eRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/J6wPpPQKw0k/s72-c/Uhm...Duh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-522474215051094598</id><published>2008-08-19T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:01:32.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly letter to the Masses</title><content type='html'>¡Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Kinda a normal week of ups and downs.  A lot of  walking, a lot of talking, and a lil' bit of teaching.  Well, we teach while we  walk and all that good stuff, but we didn't have the luck of getting in many  houses through the week.  We had no investigators in church, which was a huge  downer, but then again, not too many people in the branch showed up.  It rained.   Hard.  The most rain Coquimbo has received in over 12 years, all in two days.   When it rains, the chileans kinda have the mentality of, "What are you guys  doing outside?!  There's water, Falling from the sky!  And hitting things on the  way down!  Go home, Gringo!" But the good news, it'll be real green here in a  few days.  Well, here's my spiritual highlight for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        After the rain had subsided a little bit on Saturday night, we found this sweet  little old lady doing contacts.  She has been a member for about 15 years, and  her daughter too, I believe.  Faithful and ever true, she has been unable to  leave her house in recent years due to a burden she has gladly born.  Her  daughter, around 60 years of age (The older lady is about 85) was born without  the ability to walk.  She (the daughter) has degenerated to a state of being  bed-ridden, unable to communicate except for various facial expressions and  blinking.  After we had exchanged salutations with the Mother, she introduced us  to the daughter, who was in her bed listening to the radio.  When we entered the  room, her eyes got wide with excitement and she smiled very broadly.   Immediately the Spirit entered the room, and I felt extreme love for these two  Sisters of the Faith.  They reminded me so much of when Mom was taking care of  Grandma, except the roles were switched a little bit.  The Mother brought out an  old Book of Mormon/DyC/PgP Triple, dating back to 1980, signed by the  missionaries at the time.  When I got a hold of the book, a scripture came to  mind that we shared with them.  Mosiah 2:41.  We shared a short prayer, and when  we left, the Daughter was crying a little bit, still with a smile from ear to  ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Well, I guess that'll do it.  Stay safe, Be good.  Read  the scriptures, and remember your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        E'Horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictuers for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hermana  Jaquelyn -  Hermana Jaquelyn is a very nice woman who always greeted us with  warm toasty bread and butter, and a hot cup of Ecco (the wierd cereal coffee  that I just can't get enough of, but don't worry, its not real coffee).  Her  daughter in the picture is the one who has the knees backwards, but I think one  is OK now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt4wVdOZLI/AAAAAAAAABE/58EPsXi9Ogw/s1600-h/Me+and+Hermana+Jaquelyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt4wVdOZLI/AAAAAAAAABE/58EPsXi9Ogw/s400/Me+and+Hermana+Jaquelyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236411763537110194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Pie - Finally we found out why there's so much iniquity in  Chile.  Too much Sin Pie.  Next stop for proselyting, the Bakery.  We'll stop  the Sin Pie menace once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt4wKoSErI/AAAAAAAAAA8/n4kiLjxQGHU/s1600-h/Sin+Pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt4wKoSErI/AAAAAAAAAA8/n4kiLjxQGHU/s400/Sin+Pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236411760630698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are of when me and Ben the Elder Adams got shipped out from Viña.  He  didn't take the bus with us, but he left the Office.  The first one, he took a  cellphone call in the middle of the picture, which made me a Sad Horspool.  The  second, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt5yW7kaQI/AAAAAAAAABU/PIRa_nhfdps/s1600-h/Me+and+Ben+%28sad%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt5yW7kaQI/AAAAAAAAABU/PIRa_nhfdps/s400/Me+and+Ben+%28sad%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236412897804183810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt5yP9EqAI/AAAAAAAAABM/cfY3FsRmJB8/s1600-h/Me+and+Ben+%28happy%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt5yP9EqAI/AAAAAAAAABM/cfY3FsRmJB8/s400/Me+and+Ben+%28happy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236412895931443202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a digitally zoomed in foto of this huge cross that's in downtown  Coquimbo.  It's pretty stinking Ginormous.  Very visible from any part of our  sector, that doesn't have houses in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt5yt6t_kI/AAAAAAAAABc/TPrLS3OIHUE/s1600-h/matt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt5yt6t_kI/AAAAAAAAABc/TPrLS3OIHUE/s400/matt+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236412903974633026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these last 4 were pretty much me screwing around with the functions of the  camera that was sent me.  It has this sweet panoramic view function that makes  it very easy to take very long shots.  Well, while doing contacts we stopped to  take a breather and enjoy a little bit of this awesome sunset that was falling  upon us.  Naturally, I had my camera on me at the time and I took this shot.   Here you can get a flavor of how Coquimbo is set up.  As you can see, theres  mountains on both sides, forming a bay where huge freight ships and tourist  cruise ships come rolling in from time to time.  You can also see the cross, off  in the distance.  I'm not sure how well it'll show up, but there's a grafiti on  the wall that has the name of our sector on it, "Sindempart" and i think it says  Auri after that.  Everything around here is painted black and yellow with random  pirate images, for the mascot of the Coquimbo Soccer team are the Pirates, and  their colors are black and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6Yj4rXvI/AAAAAAAAABk/xI9gNkw5Jlw/s1600-h/Panoramic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6Yj4rXvI/AAAAAAAAABk/xI9gNkw5Jlw/s400/Panoramic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236413554116746994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6Ywfga3I/AAAAAAAAABs/rC9fgtvB9Ns/s1600-h/Panoramic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6Ywfga3I/AAAAAAAAABs/rC9fgtvB9Ns/s400/Panoramic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236413557500832626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6ZBWVz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PPfEJRIFhaY/s1600-h/Panoramic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6ZBWVz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PPfEJRIFhaY/s400/Panoramic+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236413562025791314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6ZUVQJwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WSTZdDmHQdY/s1600-h/Panoramic+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt6ZUVQJwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WSTZdDmHQdY/s400/Panoramic+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236413567121499906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-522474215051094598?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/522474215051094598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=522474215051094598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/522474215051094598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/522474215051094598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekly-letter-to-masses.html' title='Weekly letter to the Masses'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SKt4wVdOZLI/AAAAAAAAABE/58EPsXi9Ogw/s72-c/Me+and+Hermana+Jaquelyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-8659409147543481654</id><published>2008-08-11T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:24:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Patience</title><content type='html'>Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;     Let's start with last Monday. A week from today, on the last P-day during our zone and district classes, one of the Zone Leaders made an interesting statement. He had known that we had all had a very difficult week, and had talked to the mission president about it. President Wilhelm said that he was aware of our situation. He told the Zone Leaders of three things that are necessary to have success in the mission: Desire, The will of the Lord, and Work. Pres. Wilhelm said that he knew that the missionaries in our zone have the desire to work; for that is why he put us here. And of course it's in the will of the Lord for us to have success in the mission. The only thing left is Work. Now, we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' fannies off this last month, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been having a ton of success. Pres. Wilhelm told the Zone leader that we had met the requirements for success, and the following week (last week) we would have success... we would begin to see the fruits of our labor, and everyone in the zone would have a family to teach. With that being said, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; into districts, and we gave each other a blessing of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;/comfort.&lt;br /&gt;     This week we certainly were blessed... We found one family that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; were sufficiently humbled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the Gospel. We had an awesome lesson with him. His name is Luis. He lives with his partner Ingrid (not married, but has plans to!), child &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Javiera&lt;/span&gt;, and various other family members. He had participated in church activities in the past, such as weekly soccer games, but had never attended church. He has a very strong faith in God, and prays every day. He is going through some difficulties in his life (we didn't ask what) and was praying for the strength and support to carry on. That's when we knocked the door. He let us in right away, and we taught a very spiritual lesson on the Plan of Salvation. When we finished, we knelt down, and had him offer the closing prayer. When he ended his prayer, he began to weep a little bit. That is not to say that the spirit induced such a reaction, as President Kimball taught, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; felt in their house. Only he and his wife participated, but the mother of Ingrid and various other family members &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; listened in the background. We will teach them again later on in the week.&lt;br /&gt;     Lesson Learned: Kneeling to pray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; invites the spirit to work unrestrained. I recall a lesson we had when we invited someone to pray on their knees (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;arrodillarse&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oracion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rodillas&lt;/span&gt;) and they turned us down saying that they don't need to take a position to humble themselves. A very contradictory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;statement&lt;/span&gt;, in my opinion. Failing to show humility, but claiming to have it in your heart. Needless to say, that person did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; their answer, and we did not bother to pass by their house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;E'Horspool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-8659409147543481654?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/8659409147543481654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=8659409147543481654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8659409147543481654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/8659409147543481654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/08/lessons-in-patience.html' title='Lessons in Patience'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941610621795224364.post-5023967697440923655</id><published>2008-08-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:39:46.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Howdy Hey!</title><content type='html'>Well, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty sweet. I don't know how to explain it, but it was just good. There wasn't any more success then normal, in fact, I'd say there was an above average number of doors slammed in face (or from afar? Everyone has fences so it's not actually in our face). But thing's have been going good. I've been learning tons and tons. I've come to a sort of, realization of the religious world. Nobody has any idea in what they believe in, why, how, or any of sort of history in their own beliefs except that they believe it. I say this not to demean anyone or to cut anyones beliefs, but rather, that I'm grateful that we have a reason for believing in what we believe; in short, our testimonies. As far as I know, we're the only church that professes the power of prayer. It's the only way to know the truth. I hear time and time again that the Bible is the only source of truth about God in this world, but rather, as Elder Holland put it, “Scripture itself points . . . away from itself and to the fact that final and true authority belongs to God himself. So the scriptures are not the ultimate source of knowledge for Latter-day Saints. They are manifestations of the ultimate source." I love hearing that talk. It's so incredibly true. I propose this question often in contacts, a challenge really... Is the Bible the source of knowledge about God, or is God the source of knowledge about God?The two are used interexchangably so much as to create a blur of knowledge, divine truths that testify of a Sublime Creator, a Heavenly Father that loves us, at least from what I've seen. But I ramble. Usually after that question comes an invitation to listen to us, read, ponder, then pray. Hurray for revelation.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a very awesome experience that happend last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were doing contacts, yelling at houses and all that, when all of a sudden this young man of about 19 years old comes up to us and introduces himself. He asked us this question, "Is there any way I can serve a mission?" "Of course," we replied. He seemed a little unsure of our response. It was evident that there was something paining him. He told us that he hadn't gone to church in quite some time, and that he had experienced some things that had caused him a bit of embarrasment. I related with him the story of the Prodigal Son, and he seemed to recall the story a little bit. We assured him that God still loved him, and that there was nothing that he could have possibly done that could have caused him to lose that love. He seemed a little more hopeful. We talked about repentance, the atonement, and going back to church. All in all, it was an awesome experience that gave me a small taste of the deep love that a Branch President, Bishop, or Parent must have for those who once were lost, who desired to come back. If I weren't so Macho, I probably would have cried (I kid). We took down his name and his address and we're going to pass it on to the other elders (He lives in a different Sector). Well, there we have it. As for my piece of advice for the week, talk with your nieghbors a little bit about the Gospel. Many people we talk to are, how you say, a little more prepared to listen to us if theyve talked to members before. And the ONLY success we have in the mission is when members get involved in the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' Horspool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures that he has sent so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a picture of me, my comp Elder Ipson, and Escarlot on the day of her baptism. She's the little sister of our ward mission leader. Coolest family ever. After her baptism, we had a party to celebrate her 8th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230759732933790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SJdkQ2rvi7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nQMVrvUD5mQ/s400/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I thought Id try out my Paint skills. Whipped this together in about 5 minutes. This was right after the priesthood session of General Conference. Enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elder Horspool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Si ustedes me piden, Mi frente es mas y mas como Miguel cada día. ¡Que Linda!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230758566876176002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SJdjM-x8XoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BpNHj1RF13U/s400/m2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me, my comp, and Elder Adams&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230758572483180674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SJdjNTqweII/AAAAAAAAAAc/PS0PHyQ8gyY/s400/m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230758573233662114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SJdjNWdr6KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UO48lhgTpQg/s400/Re%5E%5Eaca+at+Twilight.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230758576029748034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SJdjNg4Uy0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qfjGRgrDlmM/s400/View+of+Con+Con+from+Villa+la+Cruz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4941610621795224364-5023967697440923655?l=matthorspool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/feeds/5023967697440923655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4941610621795224364&amp;postID=5023967697440923655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5023967697440923655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4941610621795224364/posts/default/5023967697440923655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthorspool.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-howdy-hey.html' title='Hi Howdy Hey!'/><author><name>Matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12760842902202932201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RXa8CUOXv9w/SJdkQ2rvi7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nQMVrvUD5mQ/s72-c/m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
