My computer didn't work for pictures so today will include pictures from last week.
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So lucky to be with Hawkins again:
On P-day last week: me, Hermana Hawkins, Duran, and Yancey
This Sunday, Hawkins and I will be singing with 2 elders accompanied by Hermana Duran (from Honduras) on the flute at the Despedida in San Fernando.
In the train station:
This
week we searched high and low for investigators, for people who truly
have a hunger and thirst for the restored gospel of Christ. Throughout
the process we were humbled, and were able to grow closer to Christ. Up
until Sunday night we had yet to find one new person. We had made several plans Sunday
morning to bring various people to church, but no one was there when we
passed by. We had also sent out two different members to help us search
out two investigators, but they had the same luck as us. All I knew was
that we had done our part. As we were out on Sunday
night, with Franklin accompanying us, he told us he had a friend that
we could visit. He usually has people we can visit, but often they are
old investigators from missionaries before or less active members.
Regardless, we always try to visit them.
This time, as we met the friend
of Franklin I could quickly feel that he was an escogido, or someone
ready and prepared to hear of the gospel. We invited him to church, gave him the pamphlet over the Restoration, and then I invited him to be baptized. He
accepted for the date of the 17 of May.
What a powerful blessing and sign of God's presence in the work after a
week of searching! Often times, after all we can do, God seems to bless
us, putting something or someone in our path that we never saw coming.
It is such a testimony builder for me.
More views of San Fernando
One of
the biggest miracles of the week is watching my two hijas progress so
quickly! They work together very well. Hermana Yancey has a great
knowledge of this area, and Hermana Riquelme is very straight-forward
and bold. The three of us truly make a powerful team.
Some of our Zone:
The sister leaders and I
What a blessing to work with the best the mission has to offer!
I love all of you:) Take care, and remember, the work isn't ours.
It's His.
Hermana Dickson
Hopefully, the pictures of my "hija" come through next week!
One of my favorite talks from the most recent General Conference: Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
"Where Justice, Love, and Mercy Meet"
Referring to Easter:
"Without
safety ropes, harnesses, or climbing gear of any kind, two
brothers—Jimmy, age 14, and John, age 19 (though those aren’t their real
names)—attempted to scale a sheer canyon wall in Snow Canyon State Park
in my native southern Utah. Near the top of their laborious climb, they
discovered that a protruding ledge denied them their final few feet of
ascent. They could not get over it, but neither could they now retreat
from it. They were stranded. After careful maneuvering, John found
enough footing to boost his younger brother to safety on top of the
ledge. But there was no way to lift himself. The more he strained to
find finger or foot leverage, the more his muscles began to cramp. Panic
started to sweep over him, and he began to fear for his life.
Unable
to hold on much longer, John decided his only option was to try to jump
vertically in an effort to grab the top of the overhanging ledge. If
successful, he might, by his considerable arm strength, pull himself to
safety.
In his own words, he said:
“Prior
to my jump I told Jimmy to go search for a tree branch strong enough to
extend down to me, although I knew there was nothing of the kind on
this rocky summit. It was only a desperate ruse. If my jump failed, the
least I could do was make certain my little brother did not see me
falling to my death.
“Giving him enough time to be out of sight, I said my last prayer—that I wanted my family to
know I loved them and that Jimmy could make it home safely on his
own—then I leapt. There was enough adrenaline in my spring that the jump
extended my arms above the ledge almost to my elbows. But as I slapped
my hands down on the surface, I felt nothing but loose sand on flat
stone. I can still remember the gritty sensation of hanging there with
nothing to hold on to—no lip, no ridge, nothing to grab or grasp. I felt
my fingers begin to recede slowly over the sandy surface. I knew my
life was over.
“But
then suddenly, like a lightning strike in a summer storm, two hands
shot out from somewhere above the edge of the cliff, grabbing my wrists
with a strength and determination that belied their size. My faithful
little brother had not gone looking for any fictitious tree branch.
Guessing exactly what I was planning to do, he had never moved an inch.
He had simply waited—silently, almost breathlessly—knowing full well I
would be foolish enough to try to make that jump. When I did, he grabbed
me, held me, and refused to let me fall. Those strong brotherly arms
saved my life that day as I dangled helplessly above what would surely
have been certain death.”1
My beloved brothers and sisters, today is Easter Sunday. Although we should always remember
(we promise in our weekly sacramental prayers that we will),
nevertheless this is the most sacred day of the year for special
remembrance of brotherly hands and determined arms that reached into the
abyss of death to save us from our fallings and our failings, from our
sorrows and our sins. Against the background of this story reported by
John and Jimmy’s family, I express my gratitude for the Atonement and Resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ and acknowledge events in the divine plan of God that led up to and give meaning to “the love Jesus offers [us].”2
In
our increasingly secular society, it is as uncommon as it is
unfashionable to speak of Adam and Eve or the Garden of Eden or of a
“fortunate fall” into mortality. Nevertheless, the simple truth is that
we cannot fully comprehend the Atonement and Resurrection of Christ and we will not adequately
appreciate the unique purpose of His birth or His death—in other words,
there is no way to truly celebrate Christmas or Easter—without
understanding that there was an actual Adam and Eve who fell from an
actual Eden, with all the consequences that fall carried with it.
I
do not know the details of what happened on this planet before that,
but I do know these two were created under the divine hand of God, that
for a time they lived alone in a paradisaical setting where there was
neither human death nor future family, and that through a sequence of
choices they transgressed a commandment of God which required that they
leave their garden setting but which allowed them to have children
before facing physical death.3 To
add further sorrow and complexity to their circumstance, their
transgression had spiritual consequences as well, cutting them off from
the presence of God forever. Because we were then born into that fallen
world and because we too would transgress the laws of God, we also were
sentenced to the same penalties that Adam and Eve faced.
What
a plight! The entire human race in free fall—every man, woman, and
child in it physically tumbling toward permanent death, spiritually
plunging toward eternal anguish. Is that what life was meant to be? Is
this the grand finale of the human experience? Are we all just hanging
in a cold canyon somewhere in an indifferent universe, each of us
searching for a toehold, each of us seeking for something to grip—with
nothing but the feeling of sand sliding under our fingers, nothing to
save us, nothing to hold on to, much less anything to hold on to us? Is
our only purpose in life an empty existential exercise—simply to leap as
high as we can, hang on for our prescribed three score years and ten,
then fail and fall, and keep falling forever?
The
answer to those questions is an unequivocal and eternal no! With
prophets ancient and modern, I testify that “all things have been done
in the wisdom of him who knoweth all things.”4 Thus,
from the moment those first parents stepped out of the Garden of Eden,
the God and Father of us all, anticipating Adam and Eve’s decision,
dispatched the very angels of heaven to declare to them—and down through
time to us—that this entire sequence was designed for our eternal
happiness. It was part of His divine plan, which provided for a Savior,
the very Son of God Himself—another “Adam,” the Apostle Paul would call
Him5—who
would come in the meridian of time to atone for the first Adam’s
transgression. That Atonement would achieve complete victory over
physical death, unconditionally granting resurrection to every person
who has been born or ever will be born into this world. Mercifully it
would also provide forgiveness for
the personal sins of all, from Adam to the end of the world,
conditioned upon repentance and obedience to divine commandments.
As
one of His ordained witnesses, I declare this Easter morning that Jesus
of Nazareth was and is that Savior of the world, the “last Adam,”6 the
Author and Finisher of our faith, the Alpha and Omega of eternal life.
“For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive,”7 Paul
declared. And from the prophet-patriarch Lehi: “Adam fell that men
might be. … And the Messiah cometh in the fulness of time, that he may
redeem the children of men from the fall.”8 Most thoroughly of all, the Book of Mormon prophet
Jacob taught as part of a two-day sermon on the Atonement of Jesus
Christ that “the resurrection must … come … by reason of the fall.”9
So
today we celebrate the gift of victory over every fall we have ever
experienced, every sorrow we have ever known, every discouragement we
have ever had, every fear we have ever faced—to say nothing of our
resurrection from death and forgiveness for
our sins. That victory is available to us because of events that
transpired on a weekend precisely like this nearly two millennia ago in
Jerusalem.
Beginning
in the spiritual anguish of the Garden of Gethsemane, moving to the
Crucifixion on a cross at Calvary, and concluding on a beautiful Sunday
morning inside a donated tomb, a sinless, pure, and holy man, the very
Son of God Himself, did what no other deceased person had ever done nor
ever could do. Under His own power, He rose from death, never to have
His body separated from His spirit again. Of His own volition, He shed
the burial linen with which He had been bound, carefully putting the
burial napkin that had been placed over His face “in a place by itself,”10 the scripture says.
That
first Easter sequence of Atonement and Resurrection constitutes the
most consequential moment, the most generous gift, the most excruciating
pain, and the most majestic manifestation of pure love ever to be
demonstrated in the history of this world. Jesus Christ, the Only
Begotten Son of God, suffered, died, and rose from death in order that
He could, like lightning in a summer storm, grasp us as we fall, hold us
with His might, and through our obedience to His commandments, lift us
to eternal life.
This
Easter I thank Him and the Father, who gave Him to us, that Jesus still
stands triumphant over death, although He stands on wounded feet. This
Easter I thank Him and the Father, who gave Him to us, that He still
extends unending grace, although He extends it with pierced palms and
scarred wrists. This Easter I thank Him and the Father, who gave Him to
us, that we can sing before a sweat-stained garden, a nail-driven cross,
and a gloriously empty tomb:
How great, how glorious, how complete
Redemption’s grand design,
Where justice, love, and mercy meet
In harmony divine!11
In the sacred name of the resurrected Lord Jesus Christ, amen."
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