This
week was pretty normal again, we have lots of potential here but very
few people are actually feeling the urgency of the message, but whatever
happens happens as long as we're doing our best to be obedient.
The members here are angels and really supportive of the missionaries. We had a wonderful activity on Saturday and saw many investigators and menos activos come to enjoy the heat and the meat, it was a success I would say.
I am learning so much here, it's truly amazing how the Lord can change us when we give up our will to him.
I'm
doing my best to appreciate things as they really are in their
simplicity this week. I've learned that the gospel is perfect exactly
how it is and there is no reason to add or take away from it. Things in
their simplest form really are the best. Especially when it come to
the gospel.
I
love how the mission really helps you see yourself in a new light and
absolutely gives one the environment and the tools needed to improve and
change drastically in a short amount of time.
We
listened to a talk the other day, and it talked about being in the
world but not of the world and how the world is constantly looking for
comparison competition and not being good enough. And I really felt
that way without even realizing it, but the mission is the place you're
not being compared to anyone but who you were before and there is no
competition, as long as you're doing what the Lord asks that's all that
matters, and because we are always doing our best for the savior he will
always accept it as good enough be use it is all we have.
If
we give our will to the Lord and do what he asks without fear, he will
show us miracles, all we have to do is follow the spirit, y de hecho i
have a story about that.
We
had zone conference this week (which is when the whole zone gets
together and president teaches us things, basically get spiritually
motivated once ever 6 weeks, seriously it's like a spiritual feast) and
our president showed us a talk that President Holland gave at a meeting
recently and President Holland was talking bout having the spirit as
your constant companion.
And he told a story
about a boy who lived in Pocatello Idaho and one day stormed from his
parents home and left on his motorcycle to go join the hells angels. He
never went back to his parents house, and had a very rough life of drugs
and alcohol. His parents feared he was dead. One day he woke up in an
apartment that wasn't his and dint remember anything that happened for
the past few days, and in the moment he felt something had to change but
a few days later he drove to California and joined the local hells
angels group there. After nearly 20 years of hard living he was sitting
in his trailer home on the front porch when he saw two mormon
missionaries walking up, a flash of emotions filled him, fear, regret,
guilt, pain, anger, and eventually hatred filled him and he was happy
that he had two rottweilers who could chase those two boys away.
And
right on cue as the Elders approached the fence the rottweilers
frothing at the mouth charged the fence closest to the Elders. The man
laughed as he saw one of the elders jump and back away. They continued
to walk past his house and the man felt safe, until suddenly the Elders
stopped and one looked back at the man and said something to the other
they talked for a moment and turned around to go back to the fence.
Right on cue the rottweilers jumped up and began to bark again but
suddenly as the Elders got closer the dogs stopped turned around and
went and laid on the porch next to their owner.
The
man at this point, too shocked to say anything, listened as the Elders
introduced themselves, then they asked him his name and he said it with
a little bit of snap, then one of the Elders asked him where he was
from and he said Pocatello Idaho. "you don't happen to know the keelers
do you?" one of the Elders asked. The man replied "yes, I do."
"they're my parents"
The Elder then replied, "well sir, they're my parents too, and I've come here to bring you home."
After
a long conversation that night on the porch the man found out from his
brother, born after he had left home, that his parents had worried and
prayed and fasted for him constantly over those past 20 years, only
hoping that if he wasn't dead, he would somehow make it back home.
And
because that Elder was in touch with the spirit he knew he had to turn
around and talk to that man on the porch guarded by vicious dogs, but be
us eye had the spirit with him he knew God would provide the way. And
he found his brother and he brought him home. Eventually the man joined
the church and was married in the temple and serves as a bishop in a
ward in California.
All because this brother wasn't afraid to follow the promoting of the spirit.
I
am grateful to have the opportunity to find my brothers and sisters and
tell them, "our Father sent me here to find you and bring you back
home"
Those of us that
have the gospel ought not to keep it to ourselves, because if we do we
are not following the prompting of the Spirit and we are not helping our
brothers and sisters to come back home again.
We
can each be conduits of the spirit and help others to find their way
again, we have the truth, we have the gospel, we need to share it.
As
a full time missionary I know that we cannot do it without the help of
the members, the members are the strength of missionary work, not the
missionaries.
I know it's true
Christ stands at the head
He is our brother and our savior
Let's tell the world
Love,
Hermana Fuller
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