Brazil Brasilia Mission
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Elder Eric Maughan
July 2006 - July 2008

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RETURNING HOME
Eric's itinerary has arrived! He will be flying into the Albany NY airport, arriving at 10:25 am on Wednesday, July 2, 2008. We're excited!!

Lots of new pictures today. Check them out here. (04/28/08)

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POUCH MAIL IS BEING DISCONTINUED FOR ALL MISSIONARIES SERVING IN BRAZIL. All mail must be sent directly to the mission office. (See Contact Information link)

Questions or comments?

E-mail me at family@maughan1.com.

(excerpt from e-mail sent March 5, 2007)

Yeah, about the mail... I have full faith and confidence that when we go to Palmas on the 14th there will be that envelope and package there waiting. Ironic, it seems like the things I don't get are the photos, the thing missionaries die for. Although I've got to say, looking at the photos of Scott's race and reading and thinking about it made me on the verge of homesick, but no worries. Things are still going well here. I'm generally happy most of the time, although sometimes I get frustrated with myself or others (and then at myself for getting frustrated with others, haha). But I'm definitely learning and growing a lot here.

We're learning another lesson here, about spending money. In the quote book you gave me is a great one from Joseph B. Wirthlin, who said, "the chief [hey, who are the chefs, funny commercial... sorry, back to the spiritual...] cause of failure and unhappiness in life is trading what you want most for what you want at the moment." I've taken that to be more or less my motto for life, that we need to always think about our bigger goals and the future more than what we want right now, and we'll avoid failure, unhappiness and, I think, sin. For example, maybe I want a soda right now, but if I buy it, will I have money to pay for internet on P-day? ehh... good question, huh? Anyway, just another lesson you learn on the mission.

The work here is going really well. When we got here, the average attendance was 65-70, but yesterday there were 100 people at sacrament meeting, which made us missionaries very happy. And 7 people were baptized this week. We baptized a son of a member who is being reactivated and Jackson and Jefferson who, besides having names of the 3rd and 4th US Presidents (I think), are the first two members of a family of 5 we want to get baptized. First the parents need to get legally married, but they are seeing that their sons are really happy as members of the church, and I don't think it'll be too long before the whole family is baptized. I'm really excited. It's so fun to be part of something great like this and watch the church grow. There are a lot of cities around here without the church, and the church has a lot of potential here. Someday my kids are going to serve a mission in the Miracema Stake in the Tocantins mission, and they'll be able to say that their dad was here when Miracema grew from a branch into a ward. There are also a lot of Indian villages nearby, and I really want to learn Indian and go preach there. So far all I've got is "Waktokwaray da zazingwa," which means "servant of the Lord." Interestingly, the prominant Indian language has sounds closely related to English, so I speak it with less accent than my companion. Very cool. In about 1930 the Baptist Church sent a lot of missionaries here, so most of the Indians believe in Jesus Christ, which is definitely a step in the right direction.

Answering your questions: Everything's great with my companion. We're way good friends, and it's fun to work together. We're eating well, and for some reason now I'm rarely hungry and gaining weight. Like the opposite of having a worm. Very weird. And there's nothing of which I am in desperate need. If I think of anything, I'll definitely let you know.

And that's the news from Tocantins, where the rainy season has ended and now we have the sun again. Ohh, I meant to tell Scott, bike riding is a most excellent way to get a tan. I figured that my arms were about as tan as they would get until we started riding the bikes, and now I realize there's still a lot to go. But life is good, and thanks for everything!

From Brazil, with love,
Eric