The Life of a Traveling Missionary
Hey there again everyone!
You may or may not have guessed it but we got our bikes here
in Kuching and now we can get ourselves places! I was so stoked when my bike
arrived, who knew you could love such a thing on your mission so much. With
bikes comes that added fun of trekking through every rainstorm, day and night,
on the sides of roads where you only have about 1 ft. between you and huge semi
trucks passing by....so much fun :) ?! You never do get dry here in Malaysia on
this island. You are either drenched in sweat, soaking with the rain of the
last downpour, or you're showering off just to go out and do it all again! Man
I love it here.
With the bikes we are able to get out farther and go explore
our area more because we know nothing about it. Half of it is not even on the
map, haha. Nothin' like riding through jungles finding those people! Everywhere
we go we are constantly asking people, "Where are the Christians?" or
"Where are the Ibans?" I have gotten so good finding Iban Christians
here it's become my 'profession.'
Last but not least, we do or die here as missionaries.
(Well, spiritually.) (But yeah sometimes physically.) In this area we have to
keep our spirits up and energy up at all times because that is what the members
and the people need here. The same goes for the members here. We expect them to
do it or die...spiritually. In the words of my good friend Jefferey [Holland?], "This
is a life and death contest we're in...". Man how good it feels to be on
the front lines, fighting the good fight.
Love you all!
Elder Thompson
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