Sorry that I couldn't get off a
proper email to all of you yesterday. There were a lot of crazy things
going on, and so it kinda tied things up till now. Now that I am
reestablished, however, I can kind of clarify a little for why you all
needed to wait a day for this weeks installation of the Adventures of
Äldste Ogaard. To put it shortly, I got transferred.
More accurately, I got short notice whitewashed. For
those of you who don't know missionary jargon, whitewashing is when they
send two new guys into an area who have
no idea whatsoever about
their new work environment or those they'll be working with. If it
sounds like I'm a little stressed, it's probably because I'm a little
stressed (funny how that works out, isn't it?). I'm sure you are all
wondering where I got transferred to, so I'll go ahead and tell you: I
am now in Skellefteå, the second most north area in the entire mission.
Oh, and it also has the smallest congregation of any of the areas in the
entire mission: 5 or 6 people on average, and almost all of them over
the age of 65. So yes, I am a tad stressed right now. It didn't help
that in order to gat here I was required to take a train and a plane,
and that on top of that the train was delayed so I had to take a bus
that got me there 30 minutes before my plane took off. So yeah, fun
times. Despite all of this, however, I also know that the Lord's hand is
in this, so I am trying to look at this in a more optimistic light. It
helps that my new companion, Äldste Knutson, is a Swede, so at least I
won't be worrying about the language too much.
A little more on Äldste Knutson: he's fearless; I think
literally. He will talk to anyone, no matter how negative the vibe
they're throwing out, or what they look like. He is also an amazing
pianist. We sat down for a couple minutes in the chapel before emailing,
and he pulls up to the piano and starts cranking out Chopin's Etude
12 in C minor ("Revolutionary", one of my favorites of Chopin) like
he's playing nothing! I'm not going to lie, I was pretty dang impressed
by that. I'm not sure how well his English skills are (he pretty much
speaks Swedish the whole time), and he isn't quite an intellectual, but I
think things will work out fine on that end of this very frustrating
change process.
So I'm not sure if there is anything else to
speak of this week, but I'm sure I'll have some interesting stories to
tell next week. Lol. Remember that I love you all, and that I miss you.
Until Next Week,
Äldste Kody Christopher Ogaard
P.S.
This weeks photos are all of the wonderful people I left behind in
Borlänge. The first is of ;
Ana and Jonathan, two of my best friends in all of Borlänge second,the Davis', The Borlänge senior couple ; and
the third, Gabriel, the coolest young man in all of Sweden. I am really
going to miss all of these guys.
( P.s. This is a note from Aubree. This letter actually came before
"Settling Down in Skellefteå" I just but them in the wrong order)
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