Dear family,
  I remember the first  day when I entered the MTC. It was exhilarating when I got in line to  receive the greatest, most valued token of a missionary: his name tag. It  said everything I had imagined…that much I was prepared for. What  surprised me was the weight of the light plastic. Something happens  between the moment a missionary grabs his small name tag in his hand and  when he slips it gently over the pocket covering the heart. It rests  much heavier there. He realizes that He has left the world behind. One  must “watch himself, his thoughts, words, his deeds” because he no  longer represents himself. I remember walking down that long first  hallway and hearing the greeters say, “Welcome Elder…Good Morning  Elder…Thanks for coming Elder, right this way Elder.” I loved that word  then and I have come to love it even more.
  For two years I have  tried to live up to the names on my little black tag. It is such a small  name tag with such eternally important, huge names. Both names are  sacred to me. I have come to appreciate “Russell” and “Jesucristo” more  than my own name. I am not so important anymore. When I look in the  mirror, I honestly know myself as a different person than he who walked  through the front doors of the MTC so long ago.
   How  little I truly knew then! Surely, I had a strong testimony and a desire  to serve the Lord. I will never deny the testimony I had before the  mission. However, my testimony was like a flame that flickered and had  to be rekindled at times. I now feel like a forest fire is within my  heart and I can’t hold it in. Just like fire gets progressively stronger  with proximity, I feel like I have been the one that has most benefited  from my service. Surely, there are many that have caught fire as well  from a distance, but I am the one with the third degree burns. There are  marks in my heart that will never be erased or forgotten. The mission  has set the course for my life.
  What does  the mission mean to me? What have I learned? How have I changed? Who  have I touched? Who has touched me? Who am I now? What was the best  experience? The most memorable experience?
  I have tried to think  about these things for the last few days and I can't hardly include nor  can I adequately answers such questions in the short time of one day or  letter. I could respond to those questions with any number of  experiences, but I believe that the best message of my mission is the  change that has come over me. For the first time in my life, I  understand what it means to live the gospel. I feel now more converted  to the Lord than ever.
   I  could make a reader marvel by describing the many miracles I have seen  because the mission has been full of them. I could perhaps teach  doctrine in a new way or show what characteristics I have acquired  through much study, tribulation, and trials. I could list the people I  have baptized or even share one singular experience as a type for my  mission. I could list more names of people here in Nicaragua who have  changed me than I have changed them. I don´t have a most memorable  experience but so many that I will remember, cherish, share and study  further as my service in the kingdom continues. Many people could share  similar experiences like the ones I have acquired in my mission;  however, my experience is completely unique to me.
  One would have had to  have walked down every dusty street, talked to everyone of the thousands  of people I met and thought, ate, read, said, and did everything I did  to fully understand what the mission has meant to me. While I have had  companions for any variety of times, there has only been one person  there in every moment to experience it all with me.
  How appropriate it is that his name also appears on the name tag!
  Of all the testimonies  I have given during the best two years of my life up until this time,  this is the testimony, last of all, which I give of Him: That he lives  and that He is our Savior! He is the anointed one! The Son of the  Father! This is His holy work. He directs it. What a marvelous work and a  wonder! I am the weakest of all servants but despite my weaknesses I  have been an instrument in His hands “to bring to pass the immortality  and eternal life of man!” I see his handiwork and I marvel not that he  can do all things but that he does all these things through me. I know  that in His power I can do all things. I may not comprehend the  intricacies of the Atonement, but I know it works. I may not have seen  the finger of the Lord like Jared, but in these two years I have seen  his hand in all things. I may not be perfect but he is helping me be  better today than yesterday.
  Shortly the name tag I  wear daily will be but a thing of pictures and memories and perhaps  stored away in a box, but within my heart there will always reside a  mark of what His holy name has done for me. Now, more than ever before, I  take His name upon me. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ who has  dedicated his life and everything else to his service. I will forever be  in his debt.
  In the Holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.
  Elder Russell

Elder Ward, Elder Russell, the bishop, the ward mission leader,
and the executive secretary
First rain of the year from our balcony