It’s been another great week here in the Philippines. I remember when I was at home reading the sisters blogs that were in my mission and just thinking how can they be so positive and happy like all the time? If I read someone’s mission blog that was too sappy happy I had to stop reading it so I hope mine isn’t like that. But I guess the thing is there is always something to be happy about on a mission. There are the hard times too of course and there are certain struggles we have of course, but the really awesome thing is that this is the most rewarding work there is.
One thing I have thought of lately is there are no wrong people for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, there is only wrong timing. But we as missionaries never know if it is the right or wrong time because people are not fruits. You can’t tell exactly when they are ready to be picked. You just have to patiently give water and plant and prune and guide until one day it is the right time for that person. They have to make that choice though, it is up to them to decide that they want to accept the message and choose the better part.
I have also been thinking of the work that we do here. We spend more than half our time every week visiting less actives in this area. Who is more important to God? Less active? Investigator? Do you really think it matters? God is no respecter of persons. All are equal in his sight and every effort we put forth is important to Him.
There was one day a few weeks ago that we were walking and walking forever and ever. It was about 3 hours of walking trying to find this couple we had contacted and their house was really far away and there weren’t even very many people for us to contact. Anyone we contacted seemed disinterested too. Soon it was getting dark and we needed to rush out of the area because we didn’t know it very well. We hadn’t found the people we were looking for. In the moment I couldn’t think of a moment I was more tired or my body more sore. I was trying to keep up with companion’s fast little steps. I wasn’t frustrated at the time it happened because I was just too focused on keeping one foot in front of the other. But as we were returning home that night I started thinking, well what was the purpose of that? Was that a waste of time? What is the point of all the work and effort we put in that is seen by no one but ourselves and God?
I realized that in that circumstance, we are being tested. We are showing ourselves and Heavenly Father that are dedication runs as deep as our blisters. We are willing to walk and walk to find that one single soul for Heavenly Father. When Jesus was finding the one, did he ask himself how far? When He brought the one back to the fold, did they know the miles he had travelled and the rocks he had travailed? Certainly not. Neither do the people we teach know what we are willing to give for them, but though they might not know the specifics, they can see our love and our dedication in the way we teach. When we are willing to give our all, we show our desire to truly be consecrated vessels for the Spirit.
We are privileged to have moments where we witness the workings of the Spirit on another’s heart. One of those moments was this week during Bro Poli’s baptism. We sang a musical number and afterwards he bore his testimony and said he was really nervous but he knows that the everything he had said is true. He said he is excited and ready to endure to the end, that he knows that Joseph Smith is a prophet and that this is the restored Gospel. It was a very special moment. I may have had a tear or two in my eye. Here are a few pics of this week too!
Love all of you and I am praying for you as always.