A Sense of Urgency
Wow. This week has been incredible. I am so grateful that I am able to serve the Lord in the final stages of the gathering of Israel. For those considering a mission, just do it. You can't even imagine the blessings before you go.
Anyway! Tuesday we had a pretty amazing experience being led to a specific door. Between Elder Alton and I, we were prompted to change our schedule, go knock an apartment, told which apartment (even though it was on the other end of town), and which floor. It was pretty neat. We met a girl named Kjersten, who is amazing. Sadly, her mother was militant about us leaving. So despite the wonderful lesson we had, we are unsure if we will ever be able to meet with her again. In any case, I have learned through this experience to trust the Spirit a little more, and I'm grateful for that.
Wednesday was an exchange with Elder Mather. We had a good time. There were a few referrals we had to visit on the edge of the mission, turns out they all spoke Spanish.... I knew I was supposed to be a language missionary. Oh well.
Thursday was District meeting. Probably my favorite one so far. We talked about having confidence and faith in Christ, and expressing it through our boldness. I definitely felt the Spirit as I was able to testify of my Savior. Then we headed to Ft. Dodge for another exchange! Elder Davis and I had a good time! Some interesting "coincidences" happened, and resulted in new investigators. It's really cool to participate in this grand plan, and to watch it unfold around you.
Friday was more exchange. Same deal as before. We did get permission to start acquiring our smartphones! We'll probably be transitioned within a month. Exciting!
Saturday and Sunday though... Man. I wish I could properly explain the feelings I've had throughout conference this weekend. It's a feeling that stands separate from the great changes that happened within the church. I can only express it as a sense of urgency. I know that President Nelson is a prophet. Over the last 6 months, I have listened to every word he has spoken in conference since his call to the apostleship. I know he has been uniquely prepared, with a specific mission to prepare the world for the coming our our Savior. We have been taught, warned, and blessed in a deeper, more intense way, then ever before. Brothers and Sisters, we need to heed the call to increase our understanding of revelation, of the power of the priesthood and the Holy Ghost, and we need to develop a deeper love for one another. I encourage all of you to study these messages. They will prepare you for the days ahead.
That all being said, this week was stellar. I've never been more grateful for the chance to be a missionary. I love the ability to be set apart from the world, and to be truly and actively unashamed of the title of disciple of Christ.
I was too busy taking notes to write a poem, but another bit of prose has been on my mind a lot this week, so I'm including the Fellowship of the Unashamed instead. This was written by a Rwandan man the night before he was executed for refusing to renounce Christ.
I am part of the "Fellowship of the Unashamed."
The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made. I am a disciple of
Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down,
back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present
makes sense, and my future is secure.
I am finished and done with low living, sight walking,
small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams,
chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, positions,
promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I now live by
faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience,
I am uplifted by prayer, and labor by power. My pace
is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my
road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few,
my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought,
compromised, deterred, lured away, divided, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the
presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy,
ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander
in the maze of mediocrity.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until
He comes, give until I drop, preach until all know,
and work until He stops me. And when He comes for
His own, He will have no problem recognizing me.
My colors will be clear.
"For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God unto every one that believeth." Romans 1:16
I love you all! Godspeed!
Anyway! Tuesday we had a pretty amazing experience being led to a specific door. Between Elder Alton and I, we were prompted to change our schedule, go knock an apartment, told which apartment (even though it was on the other end of town), and which floor. It was pretty neat. We met a girl named Kjersten, who is amazing. Sadly, her mother was militant about us leaving. So despite the wonderful lesson we had, we are unsure if we will ever be able to meet with her again. In any case, I have learned through this experience to trust the Spirit a little more, and I'm grateful for that.
Wednesday was an exchange with Elder Mather. We had a good time. There were a few referrals we had to visit on the edge of the mission, turns out they all spoke Spanish.... I knew I was supposed to be a language missionary. Oh well.
Thursday was District meeting. Probably my favorite one so far. We talked about having confidence and faith in Christ, and expressing it through our boldness. I definitely felt the Spirit as I was able to testify of my Savior. Then we headed to Ft. Dodge for another exchange! Elder Davis and I had a good time! Some interesting "coincidences" happened, and resulted in new investigators. It's really cool to participate in this grand plan, and to watch it unfold around you.
Friday was more exchange. Same deal as before. We did get permission to start acquiring our smartphones! We'll probably be transitioned within a month. Exciting!
Saturday and Sunday though... Man. I wish I could properly explain the feelings I've had throughout conference this weekend. It's a feeling that stands separate from the great changes that happened within the church. I can only express it as a sense of urgency. I know that President Nelson is a prophet. Over the last 6 months, I have listened to every word he has spoken in conference since his call to the apostleship. I know he has been uniquely prepared, with a specific mission to prepare the world for the coming our our Savior. We have been taught, warned, and blessed in a deeper, more intense way, then ever before. Brothers and Sisters, we need to heed the call to increase our understanding of revelation, of the power of the priesthood and the Holy Ghost, and we need to develop a deeper love for one another. I encourage all of you to study these messages. They will prepare you for the days ahead.
That all being said, this week was stellar. I've never been more grateful for the chance to be a missionary. I love the ability to be set apart from the world, and to be truly and actively unashamed of the title of disciple of Christ.
I was too busy taking notes to write a poem, but another bit of prose has been on my mind a lot this week, so I'm including the Fellowship of the Unashamed instead. This was written by a Rwandan man the night before he was executed for refusing to renounce Christ.
I am part of the "Fellowship of the Unashamed."
The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made. I am a disciple of
Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down,
back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present
makes sense, and my future is secure.
I am finished and done with low living, sight walking,
small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams,
chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, positions,
promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I now live by
faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience,
I am uplifted by prayer, and labor by power. My pace
is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my
road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few,
my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought,
compromised, deterred, lured away, divided, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the
presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy,
ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander
in the maze of mediocrity.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until
He comes, give until I drop, preach until all know,
and work until He stops me. And when He comes for
His own, He will have no problem recognizing me.
My colors will be clear.
"For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God unto every one that believeth." Romans 1:16
I love you all! Godspeed!
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