Ebbert, Lawson

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Dear President Hess, It is a great pleasure to inform you that Elder Lawson Paul Ebbert will depart for home on February 11, 2024, from the Brazil São Paulo Interlagos Mission following twenty-four months of dedicated service to the Lord. I believe that his family has been in touch with you regarding a time for you to release him on the 12 th .  Elder Ebbert has labored faithfully in the Lord's  vineyard in Brazil to bring others to the Savior Jesus Christ and His restored Gospel. We honor him for his inspired service and the goodness of his life, and we know that the Lord has rich blessings in store for him (D&C 76:5-10).  Elder Ebbert has a great passion for gospel study and has “cultivated the word” these last two years, and his faith in Jesus Christ...

Whattup icebreathers, Quote of the week(s): "Getting attention from women almost makes me feel like I don't have to defeat other men in combat for my life to have meaning." -one of the elders in my house, who shall remain nameless for his own protection Well! Another week, another series of irresponsible decisions and email heading completely unrelated anything. I'm absolutely fiending through like 8 emails tonight so I decided to write a good old group email for everybody. After all- this is one of the last chances I'm gonna get. Don't let missionaries fry Giving missionaries cooking equipment was a mistake. Last week we were bored and hungry- a dastardly combo if there ever was one- and so we decided to fry corn dogs. They turned out mid. Brazillian sausage sucks, and is weirdly orange. But the frying was good. And we had a ton of oil and batter left over. -enter devious thoughts- We ended up frying all of the following: -dough, by itself -wafers -cookies -a...

Whattup samurai dreamers, Here it is. The last transfer. The final stretch. Then, it's back to the real world, where everything is sunshine, rainbows, and no responsibilities at all. So what's going on with Elder Ebbert in the last moments of missionary life? Blue Horizons In a surprise play from President Rollins and after literally begging our APs for a new companion, I got transfered after a whopping 1 transfer in Capão Redondo. My new are is Horizonte Azul: a beautiful, completely flat place hardly touched by humans. Just kidding. It's another favela. Built inside of like 4 concentric valleys. But it's lit here. My new comp, Elder Krum, is diagnosably insane and totally hilarious. I love this guy. Perfect comp for a last transfer. Best part of the area: some members gave us half a bottle of maple syrup and a jar of peanut butter. I'm gonna have unlimited American food here in a couple weeks but still... it's nice. I fetching love peanut butter Futeballed On ...

Whattup negãos,  I'm alive! And I'm getting "cada vez pior" at writing emails. But now that I'm adopting the stoic philosophy of Journaling, my email frequency should improve as well. I might even write another one this transfer!  So last transfer passed like half a kidney stone and half of one of those nerd gummy ball things. Lots of sweet experiences, and lots of acute pain. I learned a crap ton about pacience, psychology, the gospel, and cooking. I'm making some killer stir fry these days.  But I digress.  Unfortunately, I got transferred from beautiful Parelheiros to less-beautiful Capão Redondo. If I haven't lost the gift of tongues, Capão Redondo roughly translates to "big ol' round cap". That has basically nothing to do with the quality of the area: it's a big ol' round favela filled with pleasant people.  And also weed.  And maybe some other drugs.  So here's how the first two weeks went down: Leadership counsel Last week ...

Whattup cursed capybaras,  I have been exiled into the Jungle. I haven't had human contact in 2 weeks. To send this email, I climbed an açai tree and managed to get signal. My companion was slaughtered by monkeys 3 hours ago. Please send backup to my coordinates: 47,1912570, -52,8372796 So yeah. I'm in Parelheiros now, which is one of the farthest areas in our mission. And it's 99.99% jungle : we basically just work in this tiny city called Vargem Grande. So here's some of the goofy jungle shenanigans that's goin down: Captains log Well, for reasons known only to star command back at Kolob, I have been made a district leader. Which, for those of you unfamiliar with missionary terminology, means I'm just like a normal missionary except my life is harder and I'm responsible for everything that goes wrong in my companionship and 3 others.  Just kidding. I'm thrilled to participate in the beurocratic report processes of our mission and have to solve other pe...