Life continues splendidly here in Salt Lake City. Today I realized I have almost exactly four months left. These 20 months have undoubtedly been the fastest of my entire life. Missions seem to be God's little play ground with time. For some missionaries it goes by at a snail's pace, for others it seems normal, and for others it goes by in the blink of an eye.
I have a special request for everyone who is reading this email this week. One of my companions name is Elder Luke Morgan. He is from Springville, Utah, a whooping 45 minute drive from our current area. He has been waiting since February to leave to his assigned mission in Argentina, but hasn't heard anything at all about his visa. If you could please pray for him that he will get his visa soon it would be most appreciated. This coming Sunday we will be fasting for his visa (he has worked hard here in Salt Lake and is a great missionary, but there isn't such thing as a visa-waiting who deep down inside doesn't really want to be in his assigned mission, especially if he is waiting in Salt Lake City). I can't ask you to fast for him, but I also can't ask you not to :)
Right now we are teaching one of the greatest couples on the planet. Viate is a 75ish year old women who hasn't been able to walk since birth. Her husband, Genaro, is a crazy 75ish year old guy who is almost continually drunk (we're working on that part with him). Viate is going to be baptized in 2 or 3 weeks and yesterday they came to church for the first time. As Genaro walked into sacrament meeting (15 minutes late), he dropped to his knees and offered a short Catholic prayer. We nearly lost it laughing. No disrespect to him or the Catholic Church. I truly love and respect both. But to watch a 75 year old man walk in a Mormon Church and drop to his knees in the middle of the service was simple hysterical. During Sunday School he interrupted a few times and went on a few minute rant about honesty. I'll let you know what happens next week.