Week 18 Letter

Letter for Week 18:

All.

Busy busy busy. Unfortunately, or number of lessons and investigators is starting to slack off.

No one is coming to church, and it is starting to get hard to meet with people. Consequently we are focusing on finding people.

It was kindof funny, we were tracting on "Temple ST". We ran into a Born-Again who just wanted to argue ("Are you followers of Joseph Smith? The trinity, etc other anti rubbish. His parting "shot" if you will was "My God's stronger than your God... It's sad how people don't get it.), A dude who offered us a "bowl" and lightly heckled us, and a bunch of cranky people (suprisingly a rare thing in Highland). There were a couple of people who were interested, but It was still ironic.

 

Our Haloween wen't pretty good. We had a good lesson with Daisy and Abraham, and did a lot of contacting. We aren't allowed to proselytize after 6:00. The span-m's invited us over to their branch president's house for pizza. We also got permission from president to watch the Lion King! It was a lot better/funnier than I remember haha. After the movie we went and played basketball/volleyball at the stake center. The Yuciapa zone also came (I'm in the Redlands zone). It was pretty fun all round.

 

Here's a cool quote I heard from a talk:

"When it comes to religion, question with boldness. Question everything. Honest questions, fix reason firmly in her seat. For if there be a God, he must surely prefer honest questioning over blindfolded fear" ~Thomas Jefferson.

 

Okay, I also have time to write out a story (courtesy of Brother Smart, ward missionary extraordinar) So here goes. (I would normally make it prettier but I don't have the time, so you get the bare-bones)

 

There was once an eagle. She would soar from mountaintop to mountaintop over the desert looking for food to bring back to her nest. She had four eggs there to take care of.

 

One day while the eagle was away from the nest, a vulture swooped down and stole one of the eggs. He knew that he had to fly away as fast as he could or else the eagle would get him. He sped over the desert, not taking the time to look back. Eventually, he figured that he had gone far enough and landed on the desert floor. He set down the egg and looked over his shoulder and WHAM! the eagle got him and took his body back to her nest to eat. 

 

The eagles egg was left forgotten on the desert floor. It was there that a mama sage-hen found it. A sage-hen is a fairly small flightless bird, also called a prairie chicken. This mama-sage hen being a fairly maternal bird took the egg home and cared for it like her own.

 

In time, the baby eagle hatched with the sage-hens. His "Mother" named him "Tex" because he was so big. Tex grew up and was taught the way of the sage hen, he pecked around on the desert floor, flipping over rocks and things looking for worms. He would look up from time to time and see the eagles soaring overhead and think "man, I wish I could do that."

 

Eventually one of these eagles looked down and saw Tex on the ground. Curious, this eagle swooped down to see what was going on.

"What are you doing here on the ground with all of these sage hens?" he asked.

Tex was startled, "What do you mean? I am a sage hen. Please don't eat me!"

The eagle was perplexed, "what do you mean you're a sage hen? Look at how tall you are! Look at how long your wings are. You're an eagle!"

Tex looked at himself. He was pretty tall, his wings were pretty long. He was an eagle!

They spent the rest of the afternoon teaching Tex how to soar from mountain top to mountaintop. It was the time of Tex's life doing the thing that he had never though possible.

 

however, Tex had to make a choice at the end of the day. Would he stay an eagle, or would he go back to being a sage hen?

 

Learn what happens next week. I'm waaay out of time.

 

Thanks for the letters and prayers.

Elder Johns.