Guys, I’m crying right now. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness.
I read this article, and I got to the last bullet, and I started crying. I was about to read on, but instead I slipped off the bed into the most uncomfortable kneeling position I’ve ever been in, and uttered a prayer that probably didn’t make much sense.
I’m going to type more about it, but it might take a while and I just wanted to share right now because this is major.
Oh my goodness.
So I got into a class I had been waitlisted for. I wanted to take this certain class (New Testament) from a specific teacher, because I have her right now for Pearl of Great Price, and she’s so amazing. I’ve mentioned a few things I’ve learned in this class, but I think there is enough I’ve learned from her to group her with Brother Rockwood and Brother Diamond.
Welcome to my blog Sister Burgon!
Alrighty, I’m just going to hide my notes. People with crude usernames keep showing up, and that’s not what I want to see. So if you reply to something, I may not see it. But my ask box will always be open!
On the way home from a fireside (by the way, that was the first time stepping into a chapel for the first time in months, and I realized that chapels have a very distinct smell. But I digress.) we were driving FHE dad home, and he began to ask questions. I had kept quiet in the back up to that point because I’m not a big talker, but he directed the questions at both my roommate and me, and I love answering questions (that aren’t small talk. I can only answer where I’m from and what major I’m in so many times.) My roommate stopped answering the questions (as I later found out because she has had conversations like that with him before, and I guess she just doesn’t find it as interesting.)
Questions varied from “What is important for an investigator to be baptized?” to “If the investigator has a job requiring Sunday working, should s/he still get baptized?”
They made me think, but I think I came up with some decent answers. It was slightly intimidating because he’s recently off his mission, so I was wondering if I was talking nonsense. But he said that I gave really good answers (to which I started high-fiving myself internally) and he asked if I was planning on going on a mission.
Guys, I haven’t wanted to go a mission this badly in ages. I freaking loved answering those questions. If anyone just wants to chat about the gospel, then heck yes I want to talk with you. (Of course, for those trolling with the intent of being nasty, I don’t want to Bible bash.) It can be like this guy, who was asking for the opinions of people who haven’t served missions - he was just curious what others thought or would do in certain situations.
I freaking love the gospel man.
I feel like it’s those days where everything goes wrong that somehow I find clarity.
Is working on Personal Progress on Sundays breaking the Sabbath?
I know this sounds like a silly question, but I’ve never completed Personal Progress and I’d rather spend my Sundays doing that than being online or whatever… I don’t imagine that it would be but I’d like to cover my bases.
Christ taught that the Sabbath was a time for doing good, not simply abstaining from work. Personal Progress is loaded with Sabbath- friendly activities.
Heck yes Personal Progress is a good Sabbath day activity! I have spent many Sabbath days doing a bunch of PP things; it invites the Spirit and makes Sabbath days very gospel-focused.
I had a friend message me this link on facebook today while I was out with some other friends. They said “watch this as soon as you can.”
I figured it would just be a really cool classical piano piece.
It’s called “Two Years”
The song is about missionary work. As she first starts singing I immediately thought of my mother, and how it’ll be hard for me to be away from her for 2 years, and how difficult it will be for her to have me away for two years.
There is a line towards the end that says something like, “I’m going because I owe every breath I take.”
And as soon as I heard that I started to cry.
I have literally been saved so many times. Between my collapsed lungs and car accidents, I honestly believe I should be dead, or at least in a lot worse shape than I am in.
I do owe everything to Heavenly Father. It would be incredibly selfish of me if I were not to go. I have been blessed with so much, I know I should share with as many people as I can.
My mission, depending on how the last transfer works out, will be 567 days. Plus the 12 days until I leave for Mexico City is 579. Think I can find 579 uplifting/religious posts to put on the queue for this blog while I’m gone?
Eh maybe that’s a pipe dream but I’ll at least put a good amount on there. ;)
A page from the BoM and the most recent conference talks should get you close, right? (Maybe leaking into other scriptures/sessions of GenCon…)