Elder Jaxson Scown

Ayooo friends and family!! I can't believe I just hit 70 weeks in the mission. That is a long time. Two days ago I completed 16 months being a missionary and representative for Christ's church. That means I am 2/3 of the way done and I feel like I've done "ni un chile" but hurrah for Israel!!  Jumping pic for the memes Our family of 4 got baptized!!! Well, only three of them because the dad flaked out several hours before the baptism. Not gonna lie, I was pretty afflicted. Why is it always the dudes who flake out? Gosh. My companion called him and tried to convince him and the man just wouldn't budge. Then I called him and attempted to do the same. I testified, read parables, logically and spiritually proved the importance of being baptized in our church. He started to come around and the Spirit was convincing him... and then his phone died. All of the spiritual momentum was lost instantly and I was so frustrated. Anyways, Maria de Jesus and her two kids (Dulc

The title comes from the hilarious YouTube video with the Afro dude jumping back and forth and saying ¡oh shiz! ¡It's a Ghost! and it fits perfectly for the title of this weekly because we definitely got some evil spirits in this house... like for real. Mirror Selfie It all started in the middle of the night as I woke up due to feeling restless and I was freezing cold. My heart was beating really fast and I didn't know why. I realized that my pillow, blankets, under bed sheets, everything was completely off the bed and scattered over the room... and I don't remember throwing them off the bed. The weirder part was that half of my things on my desk (which is on the other side of the bedroom) were scattered across the room on the floor. The room felt dense and heavy. I turned over and reached out pretty far to grab my pillow and the nearest blanket. I looked at my companion who was dead asleep. I had this impression to look up at the corner of the bedroom and suddenly I saw it

Que dicen güeros Sorry for not sending another email last week my bad. I don't have any excuses. Ni modo Our Pdays have been getting pretty extreme not gonna lie. After the water balloons and fireworks, we decided to play the game called "huevasos". It's where you spin a bottle, whoever the cap points to picks up an egg while everyone runs for their lives and tries not to get hit. I got some pretty gnarly bruises on my back from getting pelted by eggs. An Elder accidentally pelted an investigator in the head with a egg and that got me so dead. The investigator keeps listening to the lessons and comes back every Pday so I guess it is fine.  Here is the difference between a Mexican and an American... it all started when we were playing wall ball (the game we all played in elementary school). An American missionary didn't catch the ball and started running towards the wall before he got hit. All the Mexican missionaries swarmed around him and started kicking his shin