Ode to Russell, my missionary brother-in-law. I've been thinking about you today, we pray for you all the time.
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On an airplane headed West Coast, I sat coach, 6B
Forgot to take my ‘dork dot’ off, from the MTC
Looked at my companion, can’t pronounce his name
Saw the look on his face, think he feels the same
Light says fasten your seat belts
We are about to land
I winced when I looked down
And saw the sweat in my hand
Flight attendant stared and said, “You don’t look great”
I said, “Gracias, pero Señora, ¿conoce mi fe?”
She chuckled pointing out the window
And I could see them say…
Welcome to the
Proselytizing in
Knocking everywhere (knocking everywhere)
Teaching here and there
Shook hands with the mission President, a tall and burly man
Met the guy who’d train me, got into the van
He gave a list that I had to memorize
I asked what libro meant, he just rolled his eyes
He called me a Greenie, and
He rubbed at his temples
And When I flashed him a quick smile trying to show off my dimples
He said, “Dude, Elder, lighten up, it’ll be okay”
The field is white it’s ready to harvest
Listen to me say…
Welcome to the
There’s plenty of people to chat with in
Get lots of GQ’s (Get lots of GQ’s)
And fill up those pews
Between the appointments
There were always failings
But I know I can look forward each week as I read your mailings
As we leave our
With our heads held up high
Our stomachs hungry from fasting
Upon the Lord we rely
Now I can tell time with transfers
Y puedo hablar
The language with such confidence
And I drive the mission car
We’ve baptized anointed
And chosen children of God
Strengthened many to nurture their faith
And grasp the Iron rod
Parody to “Hotel California” by the Eagles
By Maggie Hovey
Age 24
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