Coming Clean

Hola a todos, (Hello everyone) 



I’ve been busy grinding the streets of Corona Ave. The train (subway) tracks go over this area  with a stop near by. This is where a lot of Latin people live both in apartments and on the  street. A lot of immigrants come both for help from other Latin people already here. Some get  into apartments and some just stay on the street. This a place where you have to get use to the  noise and chaos.  



We didn’t have any baptisms this week but we have people that are listening to our message.  We mostly invite people to church, some show up, some don’t. To get baptized they have to  come to church and if they can’t or won’t come, it makes missionary work pretty difficult.  



I have to come clean on something that happened last month. I finally decided to tell my parents what happened so I’ll share with everyone.  



It was after P-Day and my companion and I didn’t have much going on. We decided to take the  zone leaders car to go tracking (finding). We found a place to park and left the car to talk to  people on…. Corona Ave. It was getting late, almost completely dark and we were joking about  what we would do if our car was gone.  



We rounded the corner and guess what. The car was gone. I about died. Now what? Here we  are, two white missionaries in New York, on Corona Ave, after dark with our car gone. We  called the senior missionaries over the cars and they told us to call the NYPD.  



We called and they said it was most likely towed and gave us the number of the tow company.  We called the tow company and they had it. We luckily were able to get the tow driver to bring  the car back. The mission office paid the parking ticket of $95 and the tow bill of $185. We  have to pay the office back soooo…. thought I better tell the parents I need some cash.  



The NYPD and the tow company were very polite and apologetic. I learned that people who  live near here don’t have a lot of patience and call in everything. We apparently were blocking a  small piece of someones driveway and they called in. The police said they had no choice and the tow company said the same.  



It must have been quite a sight to have two white teenage Elders sitting on the curb in New York late at night waiting for the tow company. I felt the Lord and his angels were watching over us and kept us safe and touched the hearts of the tow company to return the car. That just doesn’t happen. You normally would have to go to the impound lot and prove ownership and pay the fees. The Lord watches over his missionaries.  



I know this work is the Lords. He loves his people no matter where they come from. His hand is everything I say and do. 



Elder Noah Kendrick.  

Queens, New York



East River looking into Manhattan

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