Go Get Punched for the Love Club...[Sept 15, 2014]

The worst thing about being a missionary is the only thing that actually makes missionary work possible...it's feeling Heavenly Father's love for the people you talk to. I have now cried twice in the presence of people I'm teaching; and if you know anything about me, it's the fact that I just can't cry...and not for lack of trying!
The first instance is when we were with an investigator and left his house at 8:30, so we had a little time and we decided to knock a few doors. We felt good about a certain one and went up and a nice man answered the door. He was in his 20's and just said, "Oh, hey, sisters!" I just was like, "Oh you know about the church?" He said, "Yeah, I actually grew up in it and served a mission." Then I felt bad and was trying to figure out if I had seen him in church, but then he said he hasn't gone to church for awhile, because he is gay and feels guilty when he does. Tears were just streaming down my face, not because I felt bad for this guy, but I felt this overwhelming love for him, that Heavenly Father let me feel.
He had a girl roommate and invited us in. We talked with him and his partner, who was also super nice and the topic of temples was even somehow brought up. They agreed to come to stake conference the next week and it was just so awesome. He invited us to come back and gave me his number and I'm excited to see him again, not necessarily because I know something will come of it, but because I want to help him feel God's love for him like I have overwhelmingly felt.
The next instance is for my favorite person here, Anna. SHE IS GETTING BAPTIZED on September 20th, keep her in your prayers people! We have been teaching her about every other day and she one day (she struggles with depression and refuses to see a counselor, fun) was crying and accusing us of only seeing her for our numbers and not because we actually care. I just start crying and like I have never felt the Spirit work through me as powerful as it did and just testify to her why we were there and what her role is and everything. I don't even remember it, just was overwhelming. Things like that is what makes everything worth it.
I recently read The Fourth Missionary, which is a talk written by a missionary president over a decade ago about different levels of missionaries. The first is the worst one who gets sent home and the fourth is the best one who is consecrated to the work. I was reading about the third one and that one is exactly obedient because they know it's right, but not really for their benefit and they do everything, just because they want to look good, not because that's God's will. Anyway, it says that they will be tracting down a hot road and be wishing that they were driving in their car at home and I was like, oh ouch! I totally have done that same exact thing and then ensued this whole self review (what's the word for that) I thought about how I can more fully enjoy the work. I realized if someone played a game of would you rather, there always would be things at home I would rather do than missionary work such as walking in the humid heat or getting doors shut in my face, but really there is plenty of things I would never trade such as teaching lessons or meeting members or just taking a stand for what I know is true.
It's hard work, but it's not my work and I want to be able to reach the point where I never look at numbers, but do everything, because I'm led to places where I need to be. I don't know if that makes sense, because it still doesn't make a lot of sense to me, I just know that the numbers stress me out and I'm trying my best to turn my stress into passion, because passion is happiness and stress is almost the worst thing in the world, next to people that play volleyball or sing in the car.

Thriving in the fall weather!

I wore my awesomely fantastic shoes
to church :D

Love me Tender...mercies...[Sept. 8, 2014]

My email wasn't working this morning, so now I get the joy of writing this in the mission office where an elder is flying a tiny helicopter that hums and is the most awesomely distracting toy that exists.

I have been aware of incredible miracles that have happened and would normally not be acknowledged if I did not have....the helicopter just landed on my head...the knowledge that I am being divinely cared for. I decided to list several.

One Sunday we were at ward council, and they decided to talk about the ward Christmas party and then of course ham, and I immediately started craving it and guess what we had for dinner randomly in the middle of summer?

We were on bikes one day, and the second we got home it started raining, and then it kept raining, and we coincidentally had a team up for that night.

I have been craving Cinnabons for awhile, and a senior missionary bought them for us after a district meeting. 

I decided I wanted to make a goal of losing weight (specifically 10 pounds) this transfer, and guess what my companions goal for this transfer was?

The latest one that prompted this is that recently I have been realizing that for some reason I am depressed in the mornings. I think it has to do that I get stressed about numbers and all that we have to get done that day. I got up this morning and went downstairs to start my laundry, when I noticed a guitar case. I have passed by this thing so many times and didn't realize it was there. I pulled out an out of tune guitar and I was able to get it to the right notes, but I couldn't get it fully in tune because I don't have much practice tuning guitars. I also randomly had a tuner in my bag, in case I would need one for a cello. I was able to tune it, and I thankfully remembered the riff for "Satellite Heart" (greatest song ever...well at least on my list of 100 greatest songs ever). It was an awesome morning!

Oh, also, this morning I couldn't log in to my email so I had to wait for 2 hours, and hope that I could later, and when we walked into the mission office there was a package for me, best thing in the world! Inside there was clothes, oh and the cutest pair of shoes that ever existed on this planet! I put them on and some random lady was like, "Wow so cute, too bad they have a heel." I really think they're more comfortable that way, but the way she said it made me see it as a challenge. Kind of like when you go to an "all you can eat buffet" or when there's a "no dive" sign on the side of a pool. I don't care if they're more comfortable or not, I'm wearing those shoes!!


I had a really hard first six weeks, probably like every other missionary on this earth. It would have been nice if someone told me that before, so I wouldn't be thinking this is what the rest of my mission is going to feel like...I remember weeks ago the sister training leaders kept asking me how I was really doing, and when I would eventually mention my companion and I's personalities clashed, they would just go on and on about how I need to be humble and looking back, that is the last thing I needed to hear. I already felt like a terrible missionary, because I was having a hard time trying to live up to my companion's unrealistic expectations for herself and for me, I didn't need more criticism.


My new companion is Sister Andersen. She is from South Jordan, Utah and was going to Utah State for early childhood education. She is 20 and has 4 younger siblings. She also has a brother on a mission, but to Chile. She is quirky and loving and a great missionary. My stress level has like halved from what it was, and I no longer have to use Disney songs to maintain my sanity, I have realized how much more patient I am. I didn't realize before how impatient I was for such little things, until I started this transfer and I was thinking, wow I would have been annoyed about that before, but I'm actually fine with it now.


I have put 3 people on date for September 20th and all have fell through, but fourth times a charm, right? We were teaching Anna and I was prompted to get her on date again, and she's like maybe the first week of November, and I was like I think you will want to obtain these blessings sooner, is there a date maybe in September or October that is significant? She said you know what, I feel good about September 20th, and I said nothing about that date, it was AWESOME.

My Companion and I.

Transfer day...[Sept 2, 2014]

Sorry for the delayedness, but seeing as Labor Day is an event that takes place on a Monday and we email in a library, it was unavoidable.

An exciting and unexpected thing happened. Remember last week when I met my black cousin? (If you don't then shame on you, repent, and read last week's blog.) Well, I figured that most likely was the last time I would see him, but surprise surprise, the Elders tracted into them again last week (not a big coincidence, because they were coming with us to visit a new investigator we tracted into that same day). They met with Mrs. Seymore, and she said she actually read the pamphlet and was interested in what it had to say. They made an appointment for an hour later, and we all went and talked with her. She gave me her phone number (it was legit), and suddenly I realized why I was called to Kansas--that would be the awesome end of the story, but seeing as today isn't Monday and events have occurred since--I tried setting up another appointment with her, but she said they actually decided to stay with "their baptist ways" (her words). :'(


My favorite game that missionaries play is volleyball...just kidding, I hate volleyball more than I hate the fact that my right foot has a permanent blister on it...it actually is the "I have crazier investigators than you do" game. My arsenal is as follows: (The Elders actually get credit for finding her, but she is a women so I can claim her as my own.) She lives in a kind of rest home or in between home and her name is Kadidra, I feel comfortable saying that because I still question if she actually exists. She knows a lot of "Mormon Doctrine" that no one really knows about, I don't know exactly what, but the Elders claim that. One time we were going to meet her, but when we walked in she was randomly gone, and when we left the Elders totally saw her...like out of nowhere. We then decided she was one of the wives of the Three Nephites. After such assumptions were made, one day, the Elders were at that apartment complex (a member lives there), and there were police in the foyer and someone was missing...all their stuff was still in their apartment and she was nowhere to be found. Then one of the Elders asked, "Wait, it's not Kadidra...is it?" It was.


Update on Anna: We came to visit her Monday night and she was smoking on her porch...I'm growing to love catching people off guard when they're smoking, because it's not something you can hide fairly easily. We definitely pushed her too hard with the date, and she told us she was just under so much stress and pressure as it was. Of course after that, we have seen her about every day and still haven't made much progress. It's going to take a lot of prayer to know what we need to do to help her.


My companion has left me for the Amazon. She was waiting for her visa for the past year and finally got it. I'm with another sister for the day as her companion also left her, and then we will get new ones tomorrow. It was funny, because she was reading her transfer journal (which is just like a yearbook, because a mission isn't enough like high school as it is), and she was sharing this story about how this drunk guy was hitting on her on a Greyhound bus once. She said, "See you'll have stories like that one day". Which, if you know me, was a personal blow. I just was like,"Hey did I ever tell you about that one time I road a train from Vienna to Paris overnight by myself in a compartment with a group of gambling Indian men?" Okay, I didn't really say that, but I was thinking it while she was telling me her story. I learned a lot from her and really looked up to her as a missionary. It was just so hard, because we both have such "Type A personalities" and my "control freakedness" bumped into her "I'm your trainer" need. I've learned that a verse of "Let it Go", was just about enough time for my patience to overcome the situation.

My district.

 How to properly get a cooler of
ice water onto the roof.

Our mission president decided to take
the ice challenge,
apparently this is a thing now...

We have dinner with the bishop every Monday and this Monday, he shared the story behind how he got the picture behind us. He carried (a smaller version) of it around every day on his mission to remind him to let go of every worldly thing and consecrate everything to the work. He still has it on his wall, to remind himself to keep that thought in mind that at a moment's notice, he can drop everything. It's amazing, because we teach people every day about this, and a lot of people know what we teach them is true. I feel like everyone probably does, but they all have their own things they aren't willing to let go of, their addictions, or friends, or past churches, or need to be right about everything. It's when we do drop everything that we realize we get it all back in ten fold. It's just so hard to have the faith to do it. Most of the time, we have to be humbled...and trust me, that is not a preferable way to go about it.

Love you all!

Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind. A blue eyed girl playing in the sand. I've been on her trail for a little while, But that was the night that she broke down.... "Runaways" by the Killers...[Aug. 26, 2014]

At one point this week, we packed up our stuff and drove out of our area at 10:00pm in our pajamas. Yeah we were running away...from our house....because it was 85 degrees downstairs and way more hot upstairs. Our air conditioning broke and we decided to shack with the sister training leaders. Thankfully, we got a guy to fix it the next morning, but it's apparently 25 years old, so it could just die anytime now. I live a pretty gnarly mission....


But guess what, Griz got baptized! It was the sweetest experience thus far. His wife is a member and was SO happy. Now it's preparation for going to the temple in one year, it's weird thinking about that I'll still be in Kansas when that happens.


While tracting I ran into a guy who said his name was Ted Seymore. I was like oh my goodness that's my last name and he didn't believe me, I had to show him my nametag and he was like whoa, that's not how I spell it, but my kin spell it like that, (like thanks for ruining it for the rest of us, my name is always misspelled like that) He yelled in his house for everyone to meet his cousin and this lady came to the door and just rolled her eyes. He was black, so we probably are related somewhere waaay down the line. I should have given them a family history card, I totally spaced! But he did say he'd call us after I gave him a pamphlet. I'm not going to hold my breath, but now I can tell everyone I have a black cousin.


I also thought I'd share some classic Kansas recipes on here, just kidding there are no classic Kansas foods, but I did ask for a recipe that is really easy and yummy we had this week:
Brown 1 pound of ground beef with 1 T of sesame oil and 3 t of garlic. Then mix 1/4 c soy sauce, 1/2 c brown sugar and 1/4 t powdered ginger with the meat and serve over rice with green onions.


I was so close to being able to brag that I was going to have another baptism this Saturday, but she didn't come to church this Sunday and you have to go twice before you get baptized and she's only been once, so we are going to have to pick a new date, but I'll still introduce her anyways. Her name is Anna, (okay it's not, but I don't want to get sued or something and I want to start using frozen characters) She is widowed as of 6 years and her husband was a member. She is still in the grieving process and it's been really hard on her. She has diabetes and her extremities often feel numb, cold and hurt. The elders found her while tracting. She moved into a house, that has more issues than vogue, but step by step she is fixing it up. It's so hard because I know how much going to church and baptism will give her strength and you can only do so much for people before you just have to let them make their own choices.

 Spangles, a Kansas delicacy
where you can get burger, fries, drink and ice cream for $5,
and it's actually edible,
despite the many warnings from other missionaries
including,  "I got food poisoning 3/3 times from that"
and "it made my belly sad".

 My companion, Griz and I

 I like to stalk my investigators...also
 that outfit can be used to
 impersonate a delta flight attendant
or someone who works in the Air Force,
because I've been confused for either
of those people.
(There's an Air Force base in Wichita)

 Tracting was an adventure. 

Anna's little dog, she said it was 6 ounces
before we saw it and I figured she meant to say
6 pounds, nope 6 ounces. 

 People say all the time my companion and I
have a glow about us and so
we decided to take a picture
and see what they were talking about
and this is what came out...yeah, I crack myself up...

Humidity and Humility...[Aug. 18, 2014]

The beginning of this week was a bit rough. We had to do this report thing where it's pretty much you came short last week from finding new investigators or having a member present in a lesson or having people at church, so you have to explain on paper why you failed and what you will do differently next week. It's a bit tricky, because we are following the rules exactly and really I think people are prepared and people are not prepared, you will find the prepared people more effectively when you work harder, but everyone still has their agency. I just need to have more patience with being micromanaged.

Also rough at the beginning of this week is we had been living with the STL's (sister training leaders) for over a week and we didn't have a car, so I got to do 3 of my favorite things: burden other people, experience the consequences of trusting people who fell through, and biking. I actually enjoy biking, but with the humidity I sweat so much! It doesn't help that my companion looks runway ready, and I resemble more closely the Cracken. At least that's what I assume I look like based on the faces of people we see who also state, "Wow, it must be hot outside"...yeah....It wouldn't be so bad, but it just drips into my eyes and stings so bad! I'm considering buying an 80's sweat head band or maybe some rogaine for my eyebrows.

One day we attempted to just bike to an appt from the STL's, and we were biking literally 40 minutes and we still were not even 1/4 way there. I'm not exaggerating, we also had to stop, because Kansas does this awesome thing where the sidewalks randomly stop. I've heard from members we aren't actually supposed to ride on the sidewalks, but in the road...because there are no bike lanes. But I feel that getting hit by a car once in your life is sufficient...so we stopped there and I felt like calling this lady one more time, but my companion thought we shouldn't bc we called her earlier that day. I still felt like we should so after calling two other people we called the original lady and guess who happened to be available to help 2 sister missionaries out. She was able to pick us up and we made it there just in time.

Finally the APs moved out of the Woods house, so we were able to move in! It was so worth the wait. Bro. Woods is deployed and his wife is staying with family so we get it all to ourselves and it's awesome. Yeah, sometimes trials don't last forever, but they do if you don't maintain the faith that someone is actually there knowing you are biking the life out of you.

Bad news moment: Barbara dropped us. One of these days I'll get an investigator that lasts more than two blog posts.... We went to visit her and she came out with all the material we gave her. She tried handing it all to us and we were like whoa, what? She explained her sister (whom she lives with and takes care of since her stroke) doesn't approve of her meeting with us and will kick her out if she continues (her sister pays for everything) We asked her if she still has a testimony and her feelings from her blessing the elders gave and she was still strong with it all. We asked if it was not at all possible for her to continue reading the Book of Mormon and she thought about it and stuck it in her porch chair where her sister couldn't read. We can't come over anymore and I guess all we can do is pray that missionaries will find her again when the time is right.

Good news though is that we are having a baptism on Tuesday! Grizz, the man I mentioned a few weeks ago who is getting baptized on the 231st day of the year passed his interview for baptism. He has been meeting missionaries since September and his wife is a member and super excited for it to FINALLY happen. He has been on date since January, normally we only do it a few weeks out, but the sisters who saw him asked what date he would like which is totally not supposed to happen like that and he obviously said August 19th. We were told that he was totally not receptive to the elders and he would not listen to them at all until the sister missionaries came.

 The highway that cuts through our area.

Me and all my sweaty glory and my companion...

My new wheels.

Our zone, my companion is the only girl cut off. 

Our creepy basement, but it has
a washer/dryer so it's all good.

The front of the house.
This is what I look like the
first five minutes of
the day...it doesn't last...so
 ready for winter! Bring it.

Our kitchen, you can feel free
to compare it to my brothers "kitchen".
 I love state side missions...

The vent things that remind me
of The Christmas Story.
The house was built in the 30s.

Our street.

yada yada yada...[Aug. 11, 2014]

The big plan last week was to move in with the Robertsons. She is THE coolest lady in the world, she is a RM and just so funny. She renovated their basement, and it became crunch time last week, so they had members of the ward come every night to help. She bought us a fluffy rug and fluffy matching pillows and towels and then she organized and built the closet for our dresses and skirts to fit. She was so excited for sisters to move into her basement and we packed up our stuff and called her to see if it was okay to drop off our stuff (this was last Monday) that night. When she answered and said, Oh, you haven't heard yet.... She has a 13 year old son, which is against mission rules for sisters to move in and the stake president knew about it, but apparently the mission president had just heard. So we were kicked out of our last place, so we went to stay at the sister training leaders house along with another companionship, so it's just been a bit crowded, plus all our stuff is in random suitcases, because I just thought it was going to be in there a couple hours. Turns out we've been there all week. The elders also can't move in with the Robertsons, because Sister Robertson is home a lot when her husband is at work. The Robertsons deserve an awesome basement, though, so hopefully she'll use it as a sewing machine room or something.

We are--hopefully--moving in to a members' home where the husband is deployed and the wife is staying with one of her kids. Currently the Assistant Presidents are there, but they should move out today, because I told them so, because my bike doesn't have a suitcase holder and we won't have a car tomorrow...fun fun! 

I keep forgetting to mention this terribly sad story. I had the best of plans to convince the missionaries here that my first name is Elaine (can you tell I spent my last months watching Seinfeld all day?) Unfortunately, when we introduced ourselves in District Meeting I just stopped using my brain for a sec and introduced myself with my first name. Like my real first name, not the other one. Maybe after a few transfers I can attempt it. 

So we finally got dropped by Shelby (her sister just came out and said she told me she's not interested), but right after that we went to an appointment and got her on date for the same day Shelby had. I'll call her Barbara, because she seems like a Barbara. She is in her fifties and drinks and smokes. She has had a lot of death in her family recently and wants to change her life around. She has long straight brown hair and a deep voice and currently is sporting a black eye. She took a tumble while finding her bed in the dark and hit the dresser. I believe it because she doesn't have any contact with men or really anyone, so yeah. Kind of difficult to convince her to come to church with that though. She got a blessing from the Elders on Saturday and that was the best experiences I've had on my mission thus far. We told her it would be HF speaking to her through the Elders and you could tell she felt it. 

I've been a little daunted lately with how long my mission really is. I mean I knew this whole time it was 18 months, but then you put it into perspective like last night...I had to explain to the girls we're staying with what the fox says.

 
Photo cred my Aunt Tina,
who is lovingly taking care of my beloved cello.
I miss it so bad!




A bit of fields, not in our area,
but what I actually imagined Kansas to be.






The city of Wichita, it actually has a couple blocks of city.
Kansas is awesome, because the housing prices are so low,
but then you have to think about wait why is the housing so low,
oh yeah, it's because there is nothing here and
no one actually lives here of their own free will.
There's some really cool old houses that people just destroyed,
because you get low income families living there
and don't have money to upkeep these old houses.

What do you do with a problem like Christina?...[August 4, 2014]

Hey All!

Where to begin...first off my trainer, the lovely Sister Harston, is finally going to Brazil after 11 months of waiting on her visa. She will leave September 2 and I will be trained by someone else, I'm guessing in this same area, but I don't know. I am moving tomorrow (it was supposed to be today, but a pipe busted when they tried to install the sink at 3am on Sunday) out of the Bishop's home into another member's basement that is remodeled for us. It looks great and it's going to be an adventure, because they have four kids under the age of 13. If an apocalyptic tornado happens, I'll be sorry for y'all but I have nothing to fear, because we will be in the depths of a basement, with about enough food storage to feed the ward for 10 years.

I'm going to miss living with the Daley's though, first off because I feel like it's been about ten months since I've started living there. I think starting as a missionary is similar to being born again, because I remember as a little kid 5 minutes seemed like an eternity! I'm hoping that it will pick up and I'm guessing by the end I will lose sight of my days. I just need to get out of the habit of calling yesterday last week.

Bishop Daley is awesome though. He has a PhD in Economics and I found out through his counselor he is like the right hand man of the guy who owns coca-cola. He gives him advice on how to run the company like a free market kind of deal. Anyways, imagine having this guy as your bishop. The ward we're in has more than half the ward as less active to the point the members have no idea who a lot of the people are on the roster. We spend half our time finding the houses these members live.

So the girl I nicknamed Shelby last week, we visited her three times this last week and still haven't seen her since our first visit. For someone who's on house arrest she sure isn't home a lot...just when we left for the third time off her porch (btw she lives on the other side of the ward from us (when we move we'll be more centralized hurray!) it takes 45 minutes to bike there).  A tender mercy happened and something that is illegal in Oregon rang in it's delicious goodness...an ice cream truck came! I was like LET'S GET SOME, and my companion was like I've never done that before, and then decided she was just going to watch me...haha yeah no, so I made her get some ice cream too and it was amazing.

I should probably eventually get to the title of this post. I was having a really hard time starting off. I love my companion to death, but it took me too long to figure out why she was meant to be my companion. The weekend before last I realized I was starting to feel like Maria having an overweight nun tell me I wasn't a good nun and trying to convince me to just go home...or in Maria's story go and take care of a single, wealthy, good-looking man's kids. My companion obviously never said I was never good enough, but in my twisted brain every time she told me to do something differently, I felt like I was failing.

I realized that I was being tested, not if I would follow the example of my trainer and turn into her, but if I would love her and not so much as strive to be like her, but realize what a good missionary she is and look up to her as an example. I don't know if that makes sense, but it's hard to articulate. We have completely different personalities and as in all things when you are with people 24/7, I find things she does that bother me, but I grew to really understand what it means to be a good missionary and qualities that I will want to establish during my mission.

Oh, I almost forgot, best tender mercy in the world happened. This is crazy. So I was sitting in bed in the morning one day trying to remember who and where I was, when I got a song stuck in my head. They have a CD here that missionaries made like 6 months ago that some of the songs have some real talent, but in all reality it's a Kansas Wichita Mission themed EFY CD. So one of the songs was stuck in my head and I was just so annoyed with it. There's a Foster the People song that I really liked (sorry Elder Seymour) called The Truth that I couldn't remember and just then I totally could remember every part of it. I could hear every instrument and if I had a piano and sheet music I could probably write every part. Throughout that day whenever I wanted, I could rethink of the song and it would play in my head. Then, of course, the next morning it's gone again and no matter how hard I try, I cannot think of that dang song again! Take a moment and go listen to Supermodel Album by Foster the People, because it is underrated. (again sorry Elder Seymour)

Speaking of my Spanish speaking brother, he would have been fairly helpful this week. We ran into this family that hadn't been to church for 3 years, because the church would take 2 hours to walk to. We were able to meet with them and find a ride for them, and throughout the whole lesson I understood none of it, because it was all in Spanish. My companion knows quite a bit and can speak it almost fluently. I just smile and try to pay attention.

Now for the most unladylike thing I did thus far on my mission...yesterday while biking I got a bug in my mouth and I attempted to spit it out real good...it didn't work. Biking is always an adventure, then when you add a skirt to the mix it's pretty much stupidity, but I'm trying to be positive about it...it's not working out. My companion wears knee length yoga pants and tucks the bottom of her skirt in, but I would die of heat stroke if I add another layer, so I've learned to just embrace the fact that my bare knees will show. I'm also dripping with sweat wherever I end up, and my companion is one of those people that never sweat, so it's quite a sight to see when we get somewhere. People just look at me and go, yeah I guess it's hot out...yeah it is.

Anyways thanks for the people who've written me, and if you haven't I will eventually get back and I'm fairly talented at ignoring certain people's presence. Just kidding, but seriously I love to get letters.

Love you all,
Sister Seymour

It actually rained the first day
 I was back on a bike, 
so I broke out a cardigan...crazy!
 That cooled down the rest of the week
so it stayed in the low 90s yay! 

Anyone know how to take bike oil stains
out of a skirt? 

 I also wanted to justify why I'm wearing
ugly brown shoes in the pic before,
 it's because my feet look like this...
I was also wearing to sets of socks to avoid
friction, fun times.

This is the Raya family. 

We did have baptism dates for them, 

but the girls are moving back with their grandma in Texas. 

Hopefully we can get their address and 

send some missionaries down there to them. 

Ice cream truck!