Hello From Narnia!

Loved Ones,

I say hello from my own personal Narnia. Sure, I'm sharing it with 10
million other people, but the falling snow and lamppost outside our
apartment makes me feel as though I will be meeting Mr. Tumnus for
dinner and then charging into battle with Aslan and Co. Alas, there
will be no Turkish delight, because that stuff really isn't that good.
If I would have been Edmund, I would have asked the White Witch for a
slice of New York pizza. In fact, I just enjoyed a slice earlier
today. The elders in my district tried a little spot that was
recommended by a member. It was supreme (get it?). All in all, life is
good.

How are you all doing? I loved the pictures you sent. Everyone looks
good! Dad, that facial hair you were rocking around Thanksgiving time
was sweet. I take my proverbial hat off to you. Why are you all just
such good-looking people? And with such great personalities, too :)

Last week was great! Miracles are happening here! Yesterday, a man who
has been coming to church for years decided he wants to be baptized.
So, that will happen this Sunday. What a beautiful thing! There are
also lots of wonderful people who we are privileged to be working
with. One man, who I will refer to as Jim, is particularly awesome. He
is a self-defined redneck, and one of the most wonderful people ever.
We've been teaching him, and he has decided to be baptized as well. He
bore his testimony on Sunday, and in the testimony, he said that he
knows that Joseph Smith is a prophet and the Book of Mormon is true.
It was amazing! Even so, the biggest testimony is the visible change
that has occurred in Jim. You can see how his light has grown
brighter. This is true for all who embrace the gospel. It is a
remarkable privilege to witness the workings of the Atonement and the
Light of Christ in the lives of my brothers and sisters.

I just love you all so much. I think you are just the greatest, most
beautiful people. I am so lucky to be in your midst. Please continue
in happiness!

Love,
Elder McDonald

P.S.
The attached picture is Elder Wayas and I. He's going to be my wingman
in Laie should I be accepted to the school of my dreams.

Crazy story: In Midwood, my tag fell off me when I was walking down
the street, but I didn't notice right away, so it was long gone. Weeks
later, Elder Durkin was walking down the road when something caught
his eye. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was my tag! It looks
like it's been run over at least once, and possibly ingested by a
feral cat. But it came back to me!

Here I am in Narnia...