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!!!
I didn't choose the mission life, the mission life chose me.
I really like this video called "The Hope of God's Light."