I didn't choose
the thug life, the thug life chose me.
Well things are
pretty great here in the Hood. We had a pretty great week. It was a
lot of work with few results, but it's all good, there's always next week.
The ward wanted us to hunt down some less actives so they can clean out
the ward directory so we can know if these people really live there or not.
We didn't find a ton of people. We did however, manage to find one
less active!!! (This list had about 20 names on it). She was an old lady
and said she'd never heard of the church and that she's always been Catholic
and has never left the Catholic Church. We repeated the name on the list
back to her and we were confirmed that it really was her, which means:
A. She
doesn't remember.
B. She's
lying...
I'm pretty sure
option B is the most likely.
The stake held
a talent show this week. They did a pretty good job. We spent a lot
of time this week inviting people to come to the talent show but alas, no one
showed up. #ImNotCrying
There was
something pretty interesting that happened to us this week. We were
walking down the stairs into the Grota when about 15 soldiers from the National
Guard came running up the stairs. They all had M16's and seemed to be in
quite a hurry. One of the soldiers was running up the stairs when he saw
this guy just standing there. The soldier pointed his gun at the man and
told him to put his hands on his head. He insisted that he was cool and
that everything was chill, but the soldier wasn't going to believe any of that.
He ordered him again to put his hands on his head and then one of the
other soldiers, who happened to be a woman, pushed the guy against a wall and
he got a pat down. The guy seemed to have nothing on him so everyone just
decided to leave. I thought it was pretty cool. Apparently the
police were looking for someone. I love my area.
So on a more
spiritual note, I was reading a talk from Elder David A. Bednar this week that
I really liked that he gave last general conference. He said the following:
“There is no
physical pain, no spiritual wound, no anguish of soul or heartache, no
infirmity or weakness you or I ever confront in mortality that the Savior did
not experience first. In a moment
of weakness we may cry out, “No one knows what it is like. No one understands.” But the Son of God perfectly knows and
understands, for He has felt and borne our individual burdens. And because of His infinite and eternal
sacrifice (see Alma 34:14), He has perfect empathy and can extend to us His arm of
mercy. He can reach out, touch,
succor, heal, and strengthen us to be more than we could ever be and help us to
do that which we could never do relying only upon our own power. Indeed, His yoke is easy and His burden
is light.”
Just goes to
show you that our Savior really went through everything that we went through.
He knows us perfectly and understands us better then we understand
ourselves. A lot of people just think that God wants to take away all of
our suffering and just put an end to everything. When really that was
never His intention, but that He would
walk the path with us, and feel as we feel. We can become better and
stronger because of our trials and become the person that God intends for us to
be. Christ promised to share the
load with us, and not to just take it all away and make our lives easy and
comfortable. It was never easy and comfortable for Him, why would it
be so different for us?
Well that's it
for now. I'll try to send pictures, but the computers here are being
dumb. Anyways, love you all and have a great week!!!
Elder Johnson
I didn't choose
the mission life, the mission life chose me.
I really like
this video called "The Hope of God's Light."
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