Monday, August 31, 2015

#61 Getting Preachy on the Birthday

At Zone Conference

It’s weird I’m twenty. I’ve now had two birthdays in South Africa. Really can’t believe that I’ve made it this far.

Anyways we tried to walk with this Nigerian guy to church the other day, and he lives like crazy far away from the church, so we finally got to him after walking for ages but he happened to be in the middle of some drug deal with cars and drugs swerving everywhere on this secluded street corner, so he was just like ‘bru I’ll just meet you there’, as he took of sprinting after a car w/ drugs in it peeling out of some alleyway, all while his blue copy of the book of mormon was in his hands.

So at this point, me and Elder Adjei were running late so we literally started running back to church, but it was getting closer and closer to nine o’clock and it became apparent that our legs wouldn’t beat the clock, so the thumbs went up and some super nice lady let us ride in the back of her bokkie and she took us to church. Hitch-hiking Mzanzi. I wouldn’t recommend it usually, unless you’re running late for a sacred ordinance, of course.

Anyways, I was contacting sometime this week in some shopping center before we got kicked out. I talked to this super argumentative guy who couldn’t wrap his mind around the Book of Mormon (nothing new here). He told me that I didn’t know that it’s true. Then I was like yeah tell that to the Holy Ghost who told me it’s true. Then he quoted Matthew 12: 31 that says ‘but blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto men’.

SO I guess I’m commiting the unpardonable sin in South Africa. It’s a shame that people don’t consider the proposition that God can write more books than just one. Accused and condemned on the spot or blaspheming againsed the Holy Ghost. Solid birthday present. I’m sometimes getting upset and sick of the wave of animosity and hatred againsed our church. Like literally everyday I’m told by people who claim to “know Jesus” that I’m wasting my time, and I should go back to America and read the bible. That what I’m doing is in vain, and that God sent me to that particular individual so that HE could convert ME, and bring me to the truth. The worst is when everyone says “I'll pray for you to find the light”..

For whatever reason I always confront the people who know like every single imaginary pigeon hole to counter our religion.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned: no other religion- christian, cult or otherwise; Believes in the divine potential that we as chlidren of the most high God can become. Daily I get torn down by people who say “Your church is false. You don’t REALLY believe in Christ, because you believe that you can become Gods” it’s like a broken record that plays again and again.

The apostle Paul declared to Timothy, and in essence the world: “The time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.”
(1Timothy 4:4-5)

I’m telling you guys, from a ‘wanderer in a strange land’s’ perspective(aka not Utah); The world will tear down your noble birthright, it will annhiliate your ‘happily ever after’, it will allow your hopes, visions, dreams, forever families to fester in a contest of opinions. It’ll animalize you, degrade you, and mock your beliefs and standards. Make your royal Heritage at naught and of no importance.

It’s a time to stand tall, to embrace ‘sound’ doctrine. Your spiritual pedigree chart has one line, from you to Heavenly Father. Nothing in-between, your spirit is a direct offspring son or daughtor of God. Think of that for a family history chart. It would look like this:


The whole purpose of The Creation, The Fall, and The Atonement is so WE CAN HAVE FOREVER FAMILIES AND BE HAPPY JUST LIKE GOD. If He really is God, and He really loves us, and really has a fullness of joy, then He won’t stop at anything until we are as happy as He is. You have the seeds of eternity implanted inside your souls. You have the mantle of Godliness resting somewhere deep inside of you, the exalted royal lineage. The world will stop at nothing to make you think that you aren’t important. It will stop at nothing to degrade simple God-given truths.

I guess I’ve learned a couple things here in South Africa. I should probably share my last testimony as a teenager.

To be dead honest it’s hard for me to get answers about the restoration and the Book of Mormon and stuff. It’s like I’ve never had enough faith to totally tune every doubt out of my mind. So it’s a constant up and down struggle to really keep my feet under me and keep testifying about this stuff on the daily.

But it’s truth, it’s gotta be. There are so many claims, manifestations, influences that the world uses to degrade our message. Using God Himself and His words against this same God’s very cause.

But the truth is, when I read the end of the Book of Mormon, when I think about Moroni, being seperated from his father, being left alone to write the ‘sad tale of the destruction of his people’- I don’t think of Joseph Smith cross-referencing the King James Bible, thinking of how he could use literary devices, similies, parables, lyric and deciet to convey Moroni’s emotions. I don’t think of that.

I think of Moroni, a lone disciple of Christ, etching Egyptian characters with his muscular hands into plates of gold. Fulfiling what he was born into this earth, and foreordained to write. I think of him hiding from his apostate bretheren, the wayward Lamanites.  I think of his prophetic tears running off his sun-beaten face and pooling in the egyptian engravings that the Lord was preserving his life to protect. I think of him mourning over the loss of his Nephite bretheren, and even more so, shedding tears thinking back to the time a few years earlier, when there weren’t Lamanites or Nephites, nor any manner of ‘ites’, because they were all joined together in one- One in the faith of Christ. See what happens when we follow Jesus’s charge to ‘be one, even as my father and I are one’?

I think about Jesus Christ coming to a hopeless, fear-stricken Moroni and showing him our day: “Behold I speak unto you as if ye were present, and yet ye are not. But behold, Jesus Christ hath shown you unto me, and I know your doing”

I think about how his words, and his testimony of the plates, I think about their perfect application and reality in our modern society today. I think about Moroni’s conviction and desperation to finish the holy record, seeing the calamities of our century. Knowing that the world needs this immensely. Read this and tell me if it’s not completely on-point prophetic;

“the eternal purposes of the Lord shall roll on, until all his promises shall be fufilled…the Lord should suffer to bring these things(gold plates) forth. And no one need say they shall not come, for they surely shall, the Lord hath spoken it: for out of the earth shall they come, by the hand of the Lord..and it shall come in a day when it shall be said that miracles are done away; and it shall come even as one should speak from the dead. And it shall come in a day when the blood of saints shall cry unto the Lord, because of secret combinations and the works of darkness. Yea, it shall come in a day WHEN THE POWER OF GOD SHALL BE DENIED, and churches become defiled and lifted up in the pride of their hearts; yea, even in a day when leaders of churches and teachers shall rise in the pride of their hearts..yea, it shal come in a day when there shall be heard of fires, and tempest, and vapors of smoke in foreign lands; and there shall also be wars, rumors of wars, and earthquakes in divers places. Yea it shall come in a day when there shall be great pollutions upon the face of the earth; there shall be murders, and robbing, and lying, and decievings, and whoredomes, and all manner of abominations; when there shall be many who will say, Do this, or do that, and it mattereth not, for the Lord will uphold such at the last day. Yea it shall come in a day when there shall be churches built up that shall say: Come unto me, and for your money you shall be forgiven of your sins. O ye wicked and perverse and stiffnecked people, why have ye built up churches unto yourself to get gain? Why have ye transfigured the holy word of God?(transfiguring not only meaning changing the first texts of the bible but also not accepting an open canon) I know that ye do walk in the pride of your hearts..and your churches, yea even every one have become polluted because of the pride of your do love money..and the adorning of your churches more than ye love the poor and the needy, the sick and the afflicted…why have ye polluted the holy church of God? Why are ye ashamed to take upon you the name of Chrsit? Why do ye adorn yourselfs with that which hath no life, and yet suffer the hungry, and the needy, and the naked, and the sick and the afflicted to pass by you, and notice them not?”

Is this not the disease that the world is plagued with today?

I don’t believe even Joseph Smith, a man living in a far more modernized era of Earth’s history than the Nephites, could’ve conjoured up the prophecies of Moroni. Think of all the polutions- phsical, spiritual, mental, emotional, that are on the earth today that were not when Joseph was on the earth.

I have a testimony that this book is true, and all the deranged, paranoid, logic, evidence, and human wisdom under heaven don’t change the World’s stumbling block of the wisdom, reality, origin, and LEGIT-ness of The Book of Mormon. If it’s true, people ought to consider just what that means. Sorry for like rambling on, if I don’t write it out every once in a while it seems like my testimony is tempted to shake a little.

Anyways, kinda weird how after one year I literally have like 0 fear of looking like a nut-case, going from shopping center to shopping center, petrol station to petrol station, mall to mall, getting kicked out and smiling about it. My mission has just made me like not afraid to talk to anyone and everyone, black and white, bond and free. I always just pray that the people, the ones who are ready- will see that we’re waging the same battle fought by the apostles on the soil of the holy land. That in the midst of hundreds of modern-day King Agrippa’s, there’s one or two Alma’s. There’s one or two Peter’s. Who will recognize that we’re representing truth. Truth restored.

Anyways, I’m almost done. I’ve learned another thing over this past year- it’s that adversity refines you into a more beautiful and Christlike personality. Not like I suddenly have this great personality, but I’ve become a better person while laboring on the grounds of this hallowed continent. Adversity weaves the thread of your eternal cloak of character. An accessory that you take with you to the other side. One that is beautifully hand-woven and strong, not just this fair-weather cheap stuff. Adversity will deepen your character. Try not to pass out at the first sign of a thunderstorm. The sunset will be that much more extravagent and self-fufilling at the end of the day if you get pushed down once or twice.

ONE more thing, I’m sorry my fingers are about to combust into flames for typing all this.

A sweet talk inspired this thought;
Mosiah 18:30
“And now it came to pass that all this was done in Mormon, yea, by the waters of Mormon, in the forest that was near the waters of Mormon; yea, the place of Mormon, the waters of Mormon, the forest of Mormon, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer; yea, and how blessed are they, for they shall sing his praise forever.”

Ok why would our author Mormon put his name 6 times in one verse? Maybe he wants people to know about his name? Maybe he wants to sound important? Wrong.

Someone a lot wiser than me said that The Book of Mormon likely was not named after it’s author. It was rather named after a place, a place called ‘Mormon’- A place where people came to a knowledge of their Redeemer.

One of my theories, of why people are scared about reading and even considering the Book of Mormon, is because deep down, people are scared to come closer to Christ.

To get closer to Christ, we need to strip ourselves of the unworthy things. If you were walking towards a big fire, you wouldn’t carry an open bottle of gasoline with you.

Joseph Smith described Him as “His eyes were as a flame of fire; the hair of of his head was as white like pure snow; his countenance shone above the brightness of the sun;”

So basically, The Book of Mormon is a place we can go to come to the knowledge of our Redeemer. Just like the place ‘Mormon’. You can’t approach the Sun without being refined, carrying nothing that will not be able to endure it’s presence. THAT is why people are scared of The Book of Mormon, because it unsettles our personal righteousness levels of ‘content’, and inspires us to become better, to come closer to the Redeemer. Our natural man is content where it is. The world is content, and it’s capacity for wickedness is growing ever-larger. Read the Book of Mormon.. aka The Book..(where we come to the knowledge of our Redeemer.)

The entire 19th year of my life has been spent scratching out a testimony of Christ. I believe He lives. And I also believe that our message is true, and even though sometimes it seems like we’re facing this mortal journey alone, He is always standing with us. When we defend the truth, we never stand alone.

I love you guys, thanks for all your support and everything. I hope you guys have another rubbish snowfall this year while I’m still gone. But I’m not bitter about missing ski season.

Elder Tanner Noah Clegg

“For unto us a child is born, uno us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

Monday, August 24, 2015

#60 Renting the Veil

Why I love African Villages

Sorry I'm jumbled and have no time.

Basically I'm gaining a testimony of Priesthood. This last Wednesday we made the two hour drive to Rustenburg, so I could work in Phokeng with the Phokeng missionaries. Phokeng is legit, it caresses the border of Bostswana and is a rural village with a huge soccer stadium left over from World Cup.

Anyways after a long day including 5 hours of knocking village houses, we made the drive back to Krugersdorp. On the way home we saw a car w/ his hazards on in the middle of the road, so naturally we pulled over to help, even though it's sketch in the middle of some highway in SA in the middle of the night cuz people stage stuff to steal your cars and hurt you.

Anyways we, for the second week in a row found another young guy who was half-dead on the highway. He had been hit by a bokkie driving 100 kph and his body was all mangled, twisted and bloody.

As luck, or inspiration would have it, there were about 4 guys there including us, and one of the guys is a Melchizedek Priesthood holder from Rustenburg. Think about that-South Africa is enormusly populated, and somehow 3 priesthood holders are at this guys encounter with death.

We immediately pulled out oil and kneeled around his dying body, and again I was privileged to utter the words "In the name of Jesus Christ and by the power and authority of the Melchizedek Priesthood we seal this annointing on your head"...

All I can really remember is that he was blessed to live. That his joints would come back together and his brain, encompassed with blood would be able to function.

WE called ambulances, directed traffic, provided bedding to stop the blood and cold from lying face down on a tar road in the middle of nowhere.

At like 10 an ambulance finally came, we were able to roll him onto a bed, it was painful to hear a grown man scream as we had to move his twisted, out-of place limbs onto a bed, but he was okay. I'm sure he lived.

Anyways, apart from that it was a hard, but fruitful week. It's interesting, we seem to encounter the most persuction not from the muslims, not from the traditionalists, but by the Christians.

It's so obscure that people who claim to be born again, who claim to know Him, treat His servants like a hiss and a byword. I was almost in tears at one point this week with someone, because they don't understand. No one accepts an open canon of scripture.

It's the gathering of the elect. Pray for the Lord to pour out his spirit upon these people. That they won't undermind the power of God, and His ability to speak from the dust.

I love how in the Church, we welcome any and all truth. If it's true we accept it. I think perhaps one of the most pwoerfull lines of LDS literature is "We do not only believe all that God has reaveled, but believe that he will yet reveal many important truths unto the children of men, pertaining to the kingdom of God"

"Come unto me, o ye gentiles, and i will show unto you the greater things, the knowledge which is hid up because of unbelief. Behold, when ye shall rend at that veil of unbelief which doth cause you to remain in your awful state of wickedness, and hardness of heart, and blindness of mind, then shall the great and marvelous things which have have been hid up from the foudnation of the world from you- yea, when ye shall call upon the Father in my name, with a broken heart and a contritre spirit, then shall ye know that the Father hath remembered the convenant which he made unto your fathers, O house of Israel. And then shall my revelations which I have caused to be unfolded in the eyes of all the people. Remember, when ye shall see these things, ye shall know that the time is at hand that they shall be made manifest in very deed"

I guess my motto has turned into "Him who you ignorantly serve, declare I unto you!"

But things are happening. We have people to teach. We've gutted out like 15 new investigators this week comprising 3 solid families. The members have started giving us referrals. The work of salvation has moved from crawling to speed-walking.

There's just alot of people blinded by the craftiness of men. Satan's good at deceiving. Doing my best the things which are in the dark come to light, for I know of them, and they are truly manifest from Heaven.

Love you all. Next time I write you I'll no longer be a teenager. Eish. S/O to Jamon Hafen for getting called to the coolest mission in the world. Also to Elder Fuchs for coming to my neighbor country shortly.

Elder Tanner Noah Clegg

this is now in the botswana/namibia mission. one of my faviort places on earth. taken on my film camera. notice the traditional people walking right along the edge. jamon hafen you need to go here.

Monday, August 17, 2015

#59 Pasop Vir De Hounde

In case you were wondering...Tanner still plays the same in South Africa that he does in UT.  (pcAllred)

(phillipeans 3:2)
I hate dogs. I clearly understand why my parents never let me get one when I was little. Come spend a day rattling on gates in South Africa and you'll understand my point.

Week was not void of lekker slops. Worked so dang hard this entire week. Hopefully will see some fruit coming up here soon. Planting seeds like nobody's business.

If there's one thing that bugs me more than edgy dogs, it's when I talk to people and they're like "no sorry, we're Christians we don't believe in Mormon." Literally kills me. I challenge anyone out there to go find a piece of literature that references and proclaims and testifies more about Christ than the Book of Mormon.

Anyways we've been kicked out of about every mall and shopping center in the West Rand area. So we've deserted to standing on the road right outside the complex and trying to get people to stop their cars and roll down their windows to talk with them. Which sometimes isn't the most effective considering the crime rate and the frequent occurance of 'smash and grabs', where people smash your car window when you're at a stoplight and steal your wallet and stuff.

It's an uphill battle, but it's an adventure at the same time. This day and age really calls for an emphasis on member-missionary work. I believe we're taking steps in the right direction here in Krugersdorp. We had our mission President attend sacrament meeting yesterday. It was overflowing with the spirit, the members here are really upping their game with missionary work. It's a cool thing to watch.

Anyways, the days and weeks are super long and hard sometimes, but really truly things are picking up, things are rolling and snowballing.

A major stumbling block is that everybody and their dogs thinks we're Jehovah's witness. Their jw Africa headquarters is like 5 minutes down the road, and it's like a fortress. It's basically the SLC of Jehovahs witness. The mt. Moria of ZCC.

So it's a little tough, literally the first thing you say to people is "We're not Watchtower" because everyone has already talked to watchtower. It's a little discouraging, we have the fulness of the gospel, but these jw's are spreading the word like a raging fire and their name is infamous. A little discouraging you know. I've gained a lot of respect for them. They stand up for what we beleive in. They're valiant in their testimonies. Kind of an eye-opener to me as a member of the church. Do we appreciate the full import of our restored doctrine and ushering in of the final dispensation? Do we appreciate that the Priesthood is living and functioning on the earth today? Do we appreciate temples? Are we grataeful that families can be together forever? Are we excited to have another lost record of believers of Christ, translated by the gift and power of God from a dead language and dying nation? Are we happy that the same church and ordinances and covenants that existed in primitive times, namely when the Messiah was on the earth, are here and available to us today?

Whatever these Jehovah's witness believe in, they're effectively spreading it. Do we believe enough to put our pride on the altar and spread our message as well?

It's been making me think a lot I guess.. Anyways, I love you guys and miss you guys like crazy. It's weird, in two weeks I'll be twenty. Eish.

One cool experience this week- yesterday night we were driving through CBD trying to find some guy's flat complex, and we saw a little group of people huddled around a body that was face-down in the middle of the road. I flipped the car around and parked by him and we ran to check it out. There was a a guy who was nailed by a car. His sister was erradic, thinking he was dead or something. I checked his breathing and his pulse, he had a gauge on the back of his head that was bleeding.

As sirens and police cars were swarming the scene, and people were busy gaping from the roadsides under a stary sky, the fantastic scene seemed to freeze for a moment of slow-motion as me and my companion laid our hands lightly on the guys head, touching the places that weren't bleeding, and I was able to silently utter 'Raymond Moketzi, by the authority of the Melchizedek Priesthood, and as servants of the Lord Jesus Christ, we lay our hands on your head in His name and bless you to live. We bless you to live and to be okay."
Soon the paramedics arrived on the scene. We assisted them to roll him on the board. The ambulance took off, and we left into the night, virtually unnoticed. Not sure what happened to the guy, but I felt like maybe it wasn't a coincidence. Really cool experience.

Elder Tanner Noah Clegg
South Africa, Johannesburg Mission

Monday, August 10, 2015

#58 Locked out

Souza, Swindlehurst, Broadhead, Clegg, Henderson


Well, kind of a tough week to be totally honest. A lot of disappointments, I guess you could say on the side of missionary work. Baptisms and marriages fallen through etc. It was once said that Joseph Smith died with a smile on his face, so I can end this week with a smile on mine.

I got a new companion, he's pretty sweet. His name is Elder Adjei from Ghana. He loves working nonstop, so it's buyalekker.

I'm short for spiritual words this week. Kind of hard to think of things on the spot. At least while we were tracting this week some people had enough respect to cuss us out in English instead of Afrikaans so we could understand what they were saying.

One gate that we knocked on in West village this week, a nineteen year old sotho girl came out and shut the door, finding that she had locked herself out. You could tell she didn't know what to do, and to make things complicated- she had a pot on the stove that we could smell was burning.  She was on the verge of tears. Had to think fast. I pried one of her windows open, but unfortunately I live in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, so of course there are burglar bars.

So I went to the street and found a little baby Zimbabwean girl and put her through the window.

Unfortunately the little girls mom rushed over ready to sjambok us but I pulled the 'we're sent by Jesus' card and there was no harm done, the house didn't burn down, and now we're teaching that family.

Weird stuff. Anyways, thanks to all who sent me an email, it means a ton! Keep Krugersdorp in your prayers bigtime this week.

Love you guys, check the video of mick fanning almost getting devoured by an Afrikaans shark and maybe you'll get a little bit of an idea of how tracting in Krugersdorp is.

Luckily the members seem to really be picking up the missionary work game, the future is looking bright.

Love and miss you guys like no body's business.

Elder Tanner Clegg

Monday, August 3, 2015

#57 Dreams & Visions

Pretty cool while you're walking to a lesson and on your right there are a couple giraffes eating trees and on your left there are a couple impalas

Amazing week. Gonna really dwell on the good for a while here-

Saw some miracles, have a testimony that Nephi's words are true 'I will show you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance.'

I just really believe that's true, especially after a week like this week. I believe that God will give us little assurances along challenging times that say "Hey, I'm here, I'm in control, don't worry so much".

"Therefore, sanctify yourselves that your minds become single to God, and the days will come that you shall see him; for he will unveil his face unto you, and it shall be in his own time, and in his own way, and according to his own will."

Basically I had an experience super special this week, where in a sense- Christ 'unveiled' His Face to me in His own way.

In a little room in a little pre-apartide house, we sat teaching two Zimbabweans. They've been ready and praying about the Bhuka Ra Mormoni. Anyways for the past couple weeks I've had a lot of doubts and stuff concerning points of doctrine etc. I guess you could say. So what this investigator told me was profound, he said "I had a dream, in this dream (I'm paraphrasing) the earth was divided into two bodies of land. There was an endless sheet of transparent glass standing in separation of the two land masses.

I was standing on one side, looking into the latter, beholding quite the scene. There was a dark mist, a veil of unbelief rent upon all of these wayward souls. The source of the dreary, polluted air was the spirit of Satan himself. He was riding along through the air, having control upon a lot of those people. In fact, compared to the opposite side, there were a mere few compared to nations and kindreds encompassed by the spirit of the adversary on the other side of the glass.

On the other hand, the other side of the glass was filled with a couple missionaries. A couple missionaries trying to bring the people of the frightening, hopeless scene into the light, seeing as the side on which the missionaries stood was clear, and calm. There was a man, who was standing behind the missionaries, looking on towards the glum of the sad scene transpiring before his eyes. He stood in a cream colored robe, with his hands behind his back, looking upon his wayward sheep with pity, and sadness. Watching them. Behind (the Savior) stood a couple pure white sheep, grazing happily behind him.

"Despite all of the souls on Satan's side, the Devil wasn't satisfied, nor will he ever be happy or satisfied. I saw him pressing up on the glass, staring into the missionaries souls, saying "I want their blood". He was lamenting, flailing around the glass, throwing everything he could at them, but nothing could effect the missionaries as long as they didn't go to the other side of the wall.

"I saw a bridge, that was dividing these two regions. I realized that I was on the bad side of these two different worlds. I beheld I was close to this bridge, which (take note of this) was a pure white color. My wife and I were really close to the bridge.

"The construction of the bridge was very narrow, seemingly one person could only cross it at once. The bridge's architecture was the most peculiar. It was constructed with several different gates, fashioned in a way that if you walked through one, and it passed you, you couldn't really go back, it looked like this:


you could walk through >that way, but after you've walked through, it's tough to go back <that way.

Me and my wife were close to this gate, that leads to the promised land."

I dunno, for myself I've been struggling with wondering and praying about if priesthood authority and proper ordinances and binding covenants are really necessary to return to live with God again, but his dream helped to bring light to that question, it also helped me to realize that although inadequate, my calling as a missionary is so important. Important enough that Satan is relentless and uncontainable in his pursuit of the 'blood of the missionaries'.

Anyways, so that was cool, but after that he told me about another dream he had. 
I can't give it the proper eloquence and magnificence it deserves via typing. So I'm not gonna even try, he basically just relayed a dream he had that was so angelic, sacred, and self-assuring to me, that no tongue short of God could've uttered what proceeded forth out of that guy's mouth. 

I just have a testimony about miracles. I have a testimony that God's unequivocal majesty and love can be observed and discerned through a number of different catalysts, whether it's through a straight awe-inspiring African sunset, or the laughter of a little child, I really believe that it's there, and it's tangible, and non-coincidental. Just grateful to get little glimpses and assurances that there really is a Greater Being above, that life in itself isn't void, but purposeful. That this message I've been declaring has good, even the fullness of good inside of it. It's something worth committing a couple years specifically, and a life generally to. It's the greatest message that's ever arrived at the doorstep of mother earth since the angels declared the coming of the Messiah.

My ancestors died with their black, frostbitten hands frozen to the crude wood of handcarts. Feeling their cold, famished, children breath their last breath as their cholera-stricken bodies fell lifeless and vacant in their arms. Burying spouses, children, and friends in shallow frozen graves, along the path marked with blood from the feet of the  Israelite's. Listening to ravening wolves devour their weak, frozen bodies in the night-time.

What I'm trying to say, is that they must've felt something deep, when they heard about this Prophet Joseph Smith. They must've felt something deep when they read the Book of Mormon. They must've felt something deep when they decided to sail across the great Atlantic, suffer numerous travails just to get to America, then walk millions and millions of footsteps to get to Zion in the Rocky Mountains.

If they could sacrifice so much to make it to Zion, they I can sacrifice what I can to build Zion in South Africa. If it was that real to them, then it can be that real to me.

Concerning the Martin Handcart company, and regarding some criticism that was transpiring within a group of people who were living in the Salt Lake Valley several years after the arrival of the handcart saints, there were some harsh words spoken about the church leaders who allowing Saints to cross the plains in those handcarts.

An old man, emotion flooding his face stood up and rebuked them saying: "I was in that company with my wife...we suffered beyond anything you can imagine... but did you ever hear a survivor of that company utter a word of criticism? I have pulled my handcart when I was so wear and weary from illness and lack of food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the other. I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said, I can go only that far and there I must give up, for I cannot pull the load through it... I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began pushing me. I have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart, but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that angels of God were there... Was I sorry I came by handcart? No. Neither then nor any minute of my life since... We came through with the absolute knowledge that God lives for we became acquainted with him in our extremities... The price we payed to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay, and I am thankful that I was privileged to come in the Martin Handcart Company."

One day, it's my prayer that I will say, looking back on my experience in South Africa: "It was worth the price to become acquainted with God."

I believe this work is true. I believe angels of God, that once pushed the handcarts of my beloved ancestors, are pushing me. Pushing me through the Boer hounds, through the rejection, through the rough times, through those people who treat us like straight township dogs, just like the Apostles of old. And pushing me through to the Promised Land.

Sorry I guess a mission just makes you kinda spiritual sometimes. I believe that this stuff is true though. I believe that I'm not wasting my time. I'm grateful for the hand-placed tender mercies that re-ignite my testimony and illuminate my pathways.

The visions and blessings
of old
are returning
And Angels are coming
to visit the earth.

Israel Lives

Elder Tanner Noah Clegg
lol im getting a newe camera this week sorry for the lack of pictures. This is what I look like mom if you were wondering