I am super ready for Christmas. The holidays are always some of the
best times of the year. Families come together, hearts become warmer,
the eggnog comes out, it is just a good time to be alive.
This week we din't have any time. We had to take the car into the
dealership for a weekly checkup, and after we got it out somebody
slashed our front left tire. That left us walking for two days,
because the missionaries we live with use our bikes. Personally, I
wasn't too impressed by whoever cut our tires. They only cut one of
them. Everyone has a spare. If they really wanted us to feel bad then
he or she should have slashed at least two.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. Last year, we had four dinner
appointments, and as good as that sounds, that's a lot of food. This
year we only had one, and then we had appointments to teach members
and investigators the rest of the time. I love this area. The members
here love to work with us and there is plenty of people to teach.
It has been six weeks since I've been here. Things have been going
great. I feel that I am at home, to be honest. Not because this is
like home at all, but more because I have returned to this place. Many
times when reunion is more sweet than the first union. It's the
recognition of what is missing that makes what you have receive
greater importance. Now that I am in the area that I first started my
mission, everything is like being somewhere familiar. Perhaps
familiarity is something that we look for more than homeyness.
Many people that I talk to throughout the week seem to have that
thought. Even if what we are sharing its true, people like to say
they're uninterested- it's not because they understand the
implications of truth. Lots of times they say they are comfortable
with where they are at, or the grew up a specific faith their whole
life. Even if they aren't being true too that faith, they'll
occasionally say that they were born one way. It's what they know, so
it must be okay.
This week we were teaching our investigator with a baptismal date for
this Saturday, and his nonmember sister came to join us. We were
discussing the difference between the trinity and the godhead, and
Brother L was explaining what it took for himself to accept the
restored truth. It takes humility. More than reason, it takes
spiritual willingness to accept that which God has in store for us.
You could see H's brain whirling as he told her that maybe there
is something on the other side of the mountain, perhaps there is
something better. The grass is always greener on the other side,
unless it doesn't make any worldly sense. But that is the gospel. It
is not of this world.
Elder Richard Hall
1. our zone did service for a recent convert. Of course, my companion
got the machete.
2.exchanges with Elder H
3. There was frost on Sunday. Elder V freaked out.
best times of the year. Families come together, hearts become warmer,
the eggnog comes out, it is just a good time to be alive.
This week we din't have any time. We had to take the car into the
dealership for a weekly checkup, and after we got it out somebody
slashed our front left tire. That left us walking for two days,
because the missionaries we live with use our bikes. Personally, I
wasn't too impressed by whoever cut our tires. They only cut one of
them. Everyone has a spare. If they really wanted us to feel bad then
he or she should have slashed at least two.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. Last year, we had four dinner
appointments, and as good as that sounds, that's a lot of food. This
year we only had one, and then we had appointments to teach members
and investigators the rest of the time. I love this area. The members
here love to work with us and there is plenty of people to teach.
It has been six weeks since I've been here. Things have been going
great. I feel that I am at home, to be honest. Not because this is
like home at all, but more because I have returned to this place. Many
times when reunion is more sweet than the first union. It's the
recognition of what is missing that makes what you have receive
greater importance. Now that I am in the area that I first started my
mission, everything is like being somewhere familiar. Perhaps
familiarity is something that we look for more than homeyness.
Many people that I talk to throughout the week seem to have that
thought. Even if what we are sharing its true, people like to say
they're uninterested- it's not because they understand the
implications of truth. Lots of times they say they are comfortable
with where they are at, or the grew up a specific faith their whole
life. Even if they aren't being true too that faith, they'll
occasionally say that they were born one way. It's what they know, so
it must be okay.
This week we were teaching our investigator with a baptismal date for
this Saturday, and his nonmember sister came to join us. We were
discussing the difference between the trinity and the godhead, and
Brother L was explaining what it took for himself to accept the
restored truth. It takes humility. More than reason, it takes
spiritual willingness to accept that which God has in store for us.
You could see H's brain whirling as he told her that maybe there
is something on the other side of the mountain, perhaps there is
something better. The grass is always greener on the other side,
unless it doesn't make any worldly sense. But that is the gospel. It
is not of this world.
Elder Richard Hall
1. our zone did service for a recent convert. Of course, my companion
got the machete.
2.exchanges with Elder H
3. There was frost on Sunday. Elder V freaked out.
