Jacob Max—Mexico City North Mission

  Hello everyone, this week had some unexpected, but unforgettable moments. I've entered my last transfer. I'm with Elder De La Cruz. (My second comp with that name) he's an awesome guy from the Dominican Republic, I've known him for about a year and I'm glad he's my last companion.  This Wednesday  we had our zone conference, now, being quite frank, zone conference has never been to me the most exciting missionary experience ever created, however I quite believe this was the best zone conference of my entire mission. It was my last zone conference, and 8 other elders and I, gave our testimonies. The highlight of the conference was the fact that it was presided by Elder Hugo Montoya of the quorum of the 70. He's the great-grandson of Rafael Monroy who was a martyr for the church in México during the revolution (look up his story, it's pretty awesome) him and his wife gave us a really good conference and said some really awesome things and told some reall...

Yeah I'm still here, I haven't written all that much, but I feel like this week was somewhat interesting. Anyway. On Tuesday after our district council we had exchanges. I was with Elder Govea, who’s from my generation and also has 22 months. We’re all getting old here. He’s really awesome. We went to eat with members and after we went to a members house to help with a service project. The project was to help him sweep his roof. His roof though was made out of like 40 year old roof sheets, and one step on those bad boys would surely send one smashing through the ceiling. The member is a pretty old man, but he had me help him but some wooden planks on the roof so we could stand on them and not fall through. I really wasn’t sure if it was gonna work, but the old guy started doing it like it was nothing so I had no choice but to follow him. It was an interesting service project. Afterwards, we zoomed away to go to a lesson with our friends Monseratt, her daughter Aislin, and her m...

It's been a minute since I last wrote, so I'll fill you in on what's happened. This last week were transfers. I got transferred from my area, San Cristóbal. I was there for 6 months and I really liked it there. My new area is called La Aurora, it's in the zone of Cuautitlan Izcalli, which is the zone where the Mission Offices are. It's the zone I least know, and I'd never had an area in it until now. My comps names Elder Payan a new missionary from Chihuahua and Elder Winegar. I've literally known Elder Winegar since the very beginning of my mission. He was in my district and when we first met, we knew nothing about nothing, and now we're among the oldest missionaries. He's going home and the end of the transfer and I'm going home at the end of the next one (hence the title). Also, being in a trio is very interesting. It felt a little weird to adjust, but being the only trio in the mission means that if there are emergency transfers in the missio...

Yeah my eye was getting pretty dang big. I went to an eye doctor today finally. They drained it. Oh man did it hurt and you don’t want to know how much puss came out. Its still swollen but it feels better and its smaller plus I bought all the medicine they recommended and slowly its draining out. I have a follow up appointment on Thursday. Its some sort of infection but the exact cause isn’t 100 percent known, but I’m fine, and thats one of the reasons I have a follow up appointment. I took some pills and put a pomade on it and the pomade works well. I think ill see results of the medicine by morning. Its not dangerous and the mission president, his wife, and the missions doctor all know. I’ll give more details on Monday, but I got it checked drained and slowly the swelling is going down and I feel good. Thanks for putting my name in the temple. I know it helped a lot. Love you! 

I know that this could just as well wait for tomorrow, but as its fresh on the mind I’d like to send my favorite memory of grandpa. The thing I immediately thought of wasn’t a specific memory, but maybe a combination of memories. When President M. Russell Ballard came to visit our mission in december, he said a lot of things. I honestly can’t remember all he said, but something that specifically stood out to me was that Elder Ballard literally reminded me of grandpa. Maybe it was the jokes he was making during his talk, or maybe it was just the fact the grandpa and President Ballard just always seemed like they’re invincible was what did it. I have a lot of memories of grandpa but the fact that the president of the quorum of the 12 apostles reminds you of your grandfather just by hearing him talk, must mean that you had a pretty amazing grandpa.  I dont know if the memory really counts but its what I have. I’ll talk tomorrow so I’ll be brief, but the hardest thing about this is fee...

Woah! This week was pretty eventful. This Tuesday in district council, the invitation they gave us was to gift a Book of Mormon to someone everyday. Now, I cant lie, normally I forget the invitations from district council, and don’t do them, however, after district council we were in exchanges and we were able to have a cool experience giving away a Book of Mormon in a bakery, so me and my comp decided to follow the challenge, and give a Book of Mormon away, everyday. On Wednesday, we were coming back from exchanges on Mexibus. Mexibus is a long, train like bus that has its own special lane in the street. Every few blocks there’s a station. It’s always very crowded and almost always we’re standing up. About halfway through the ride, I spotted a woman and the end of the bus, who was crying. The thought I had was to talk to her and see if she was okay, but man, even having 20 months in the mission that’s hard. Approaching someone who’s obviously in distress, crying, at the end of a crowd...