February 16, 2015
As the expression goes, if missionary work were a barrel of monkeys... I don't even know what I'm trying to say with that one. Even so, I have had a pretty interesting week. I met my new companion last Monday. His name is Elder Mingo. He is from a country in South America called Guyana, and has only been a member of the church for 2.5 years. He was converted as a result of two missionaries knocking on his door, and has been serving as a missionary ever since. He already served an 18 month church service mission, so guess what? I don't have to "train" him very much; he came pretrained!
We've had a good week! We have been working on meeting with several of our investigators. We have a couple of our investigators who are progressing really rapidly. Dan & Pat have made it to church the past two weeks in a row and plan on getting baptized on April 4th. I am so excited for them.
On Saturday, we went around delivering Valentines' Day cookies that a member of one of our wards made. That was probably one of the most fun activities that I have done in a while because it was such an ice-breaker in terms of talking to less-actives, non-members, and investigators. We were able to set up a bunch of appointments will try to help these people progress, even if it's just a little bit. Even one less-active who we were about to put on the do not contact list talked with us for several minutes because the cookies were such a nice gesture. For those of you out there unsure of how to do member-missionary work, making cookies for the missionaries to deliver is definitely an easy way to do it!
As for the rabbit we accidentally killed last week, we ended up eating it on Tuesday. It tasted like chicken. It was funny...
One of my favorite quotes from Jesus the Christ is about prayer. Talmage says, "It is well to know that prayer is not compounded of words, words that may fail to express what one desires to say, words that so often cloak inconsistencies, words that may have no deeper source than the physical organs of speech, words that may be spoken to impress mortal ears. The dumb may pray, and that too with the eloquence that prevails in heaven. Prayer is made up of heart throbs and the righteous yearnings of the soul, of supplication based on the realization of need, of contrition and pure desire. If there lives a man who has never really prayed, that man is a being apart from the order of the divine in human nature, a stranger in the family of God’s children. Prayer is for the uplifting of the suppliant. God without our prayers would be God; but we without prayer cannot be admitted to the kingdom of God. So did Christ instruct: “your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.”
As long as our prayers are heartfelt, we don't need to worry about the words we use! That is what I will try to work on in the coming months. As I do that, I know that the Lord will bless me in ways I can't imagine. I can promise the same for all of you as well.
Hope you all have a great week!