And if it so be that you should labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one soul unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my Father!
- D&C 18:15
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Monday, May 29, 2017
Coming Soon to a Potato Field Near You
Sometimes I wonder if people really care about what happened to me
this week, or if they care more just to hear from me. Describing what
you did as a missionary is a constant rehashing of what I did for work
this week. If missionary work was a desk job, emails would be mundane
and predictable. I like to stray away from travel log- whether to keep
things sacred or save you from recycling stories-,but if I do that
often events slowly get forgotten.
I know that those who take time to read this both care for me and want
to hear from me, and for that I am grateful. Even if you scroll down
to look at the pictures first.
I loved this week. Sometimes, when you get to a point of balance on
your mission, it becomes an art form. At least, for me it is. Deep
down inside I picture myself as this passionate painter with the messy
smock and beret curling his mustache while falling in love with this
masterpiece I made in the long hours of the night. It's the meeting
point of the me right above it, this goofball who loves bad jokes, and
the one below it, a philosopher thinking on a rock in the desert
At any rate, this week was a masterpiece. Everything went the way it
should. Friday and Saturday we had back to back Preach my Gospel
perfect lessons with two of our progressing investigators. Both of
them want to be baptized and even agreed to a date. Heading out of
both of the lessons I thought to myself, "That went too well. There's
something wrong." Then again, I've said that with just about every
person that I have seen enter into the waters of baptism. There's a
small amount who didn't make it. My heart feels for them, but good
things happen. They happen all the time.
Thursday we had an important lesson with an investigator. He's been
looking into the church for almost a year now and after keeping all
the commitments he's made he hasn't made up his mind. Last week we
asked him to write down all of his questions, to which he said, "If I
knew the Book of Mormon was true, I wouldn't have any." Dang right,
Jai. The bishop of the Ward bore one of the most powerful testimonies
I've heard. Memorable night.
This week I ponderized Moroni 7:48. That one verse standing alone
could sustain a discourse on resurrection and the nature of God.
Reading Moroni 7 altogether, it's the grand finale of a symphony, or
less artistic, it is the bacon at the end of the all-you-can-eat
breakfast bar, or more entertaining, it is the Steph Curry 40-foot 3
to close off a blowout. All of these metaphors are needed to describe
how great this scripture is.
I have been quite happy lately. Just, happy.
Elder Richard Hall
Sorry people who scroll down to the pictures first.