|Giving away the little Christmas tree we just sent him to this cute little family|
Nothing too outta the ordinary this week. The security guard for our cluster meetinghouse was beat up and robbed so now we have two security guards. Innovation.
It’s summer now this side, it rains basically daily. I literally have like the coolest mission call in the world, i just wish that you guys could bike through the dirt trails of Minanawe with me and catch a lil glimpse of it. It’s another planet i swear, i don’t know how to describe it. I don’t think there’s any way to fit it in pictures. I love it too much. Being the only mulugus in town is poshasha (cool/awesome).
My comp’s legit, he somehow made a ping pong table outta your everyday house materials it’s sweet.
|Art by Liz Lemon Swindle|
Got a chance to give a talk on Christmas and Christ on Sunday in our little sacrament meeting. We had 32 in attendance, and about 28 of those were children, but it was still a great opportunity, and you’d be surprised how reverant everyone is-
But seriously just thinking about Christmas.. the birth of our Savior. Angels rejoicing, bringing good tidings of great joy to shepherds; Multitudes of heavenly hosts shouting hosanna’s, wisemen seeking Him.
Just take a sec and think of the virgin Mary, a loving mother who would see the Son of Man grow up to fufill his divine destiny, and eventually, before her eyes to be raised up on the cross to die for us.
So why all this excitement surrounding a small baby? A small baby born in a manger. A small baby who didn’t even have a place at the Inn.
This small baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes carried the fate of humankind on his little shoulders. With fragile tiny hands, that would one day be pierced, and nailed to a cross, so we can make it back home.
With soft little eyes, that would see the darkest, loneliest, complex, most agonizing and painful moments in the personal life of every person who has lived, lives, or will live.
With little ears, who would hear the cries of the afflicted, hear their cries and pleading for help. And the love and compassion to save them physically and spiritually.
With a gentle, little heart- that would feel depths of our despair, that would understand our fears, shortcomings, and sorrow; and would break, being filled with mercy on our behalf. Comprehending the things we can’t comprehend. Allowing real, lasting peace and light to distill upon our lives.
When we kinda start to realize how big a deal the life of Christ is for us, we start to understand how fortunate we are to have a loving Heavenly Father, and a Savior, who brings us home.
Let’s remember the true meaning of Christmas this year. It’s the gift that has been given to us all, it’s literally the life of Christ, and it’s available to us if we have faith unto repentance(ability & desire to change into something better).
“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world”
Just know when the water gets choppy, when dark clouds roll in, when trials become your constant companion- there’s someone who knows how you feel. Someone who’s walked down that path before. Someone who’s felt the downs of being in your shoes. Someone alot better. Choose to follow the Savior, cuz he literraly knows how to help and change you. Don’t be like the Inn. Allow him to be a part of your everyday life.
Love you all, have a wonderful Christmas. Enjoy the snow, the tree, the lights, and santa. I’ll be over enjoying the) view of the dirt soccer fields, zozo’s (lil tin shacks), with the chickens and the goats and the pap, the tsotsies (drunks/thugs) and the hot sun.
Ndiyukathanda (I love you),
“Picture a little baby Jesus,
Think of His life and words so dear.
Sing praise to Him,
As you picture Christmas this year”
|Some awesome township kids|
|Max sent some of his shirts to share...the kids are trying them on.|
|Here's Austin...the twin to my lil brother Max...in Max's shirt.|