June 25, 2012
Hello everyone,
This week was a good one. We did
some work. We put like 20 people on date. Not really but we did put a lot on
date. It's the only way to do it. Just commit, then they tell you their
concerns and it all comes out good, because the gospel of Jesus Christ is TRUE.
I love it. Not a ton of time left. We are going to be moving Adriana’s
date back because she’s been having problems with her daughter doing
drugs....fetchin satan. I wanna sic all the pitbulls in California on satan. Oh
well. We are going to be seeing a lot of baptisms here soon; as long
as we stay faithful and preach the ATONEMENT.
I thought this story from President Monson was
really cool…
"Sometimes cities and nations bear
special labels of identity. Such was a cold and very old city in eastern
Canada. The missionaries called it “Stony Kingston.” There had been but
one convert to the Church in six years, even though missionaries had been
continuously assigned there during the entire interval. No one baptized in
Kingston. Just ask any missionary who labored there. Time in Kingston was
marked on the calendar like days in prison. A missionary transfer to
another place—any place—would be uppermost in thoughts, even in
dreams. While I was praying about and pondering this sad dilemma, for my responsibility
then as a mission president required that I pray and ponder about such
things, my wife called to my attention an excerpt from the book "A
Child’s Story of the Prophet Brigham Young. She read aloud that Brigham
Young entered Kingston, Ontario, on a cold and snow-filled day. He labored
there about 30 days and baptized 45 souls. Here was the answer. If the
missionary Brigham Young could accomplish this harvest, so could the
missionaries of today. Without providing an explanation, I withdrew the
missionaries from Kingston, that the cycle of defeat might be broken. Then
the carefully circulated word: “Soon a new city will be opened for
missionary work, even the city where Brigham Young proselyted and baptized
45 persons in 30 days.” The missionaries speculated as to the location.
Their weekly letters pleaded for the assignment to this Shangri-la. More
time passed. Then four carefully selected missionaries—two of them new,
two of them experienced—were chosen for this high adventure. The members
of the small branch pledged their support. The missionaries pledged their lives.
The Lord honored both. In the space of three months, Kingston became the most
productive city of the Canadian Mission. The grey limestone buildings
still stood; the city had not altered its appearance; the population
remained constant. The change was one of attitude. The label of doubt
yielded to the label of faith." (Thomas S. Monson, “Labels,”
Ensign, Sep 2000, 2)
Man that is so cool. SO TRUE!!
LOVE,
ELDER DIAL