Um. It's cold.
I'm
from Gilbert Arizona. Where the coldest it really gets during the
middle of the winter, in the middle of the night, is around like 25
degrees Fahrenheit.
It is currently hanging
around 50 or 55 degrees Fahrenheit in the middle of the day here. And it
drops below freezing often during the nights.
I
think that I'm going to die. It's September. I'm legitimately terrified
for this winter. People usually just laugh at me when they hear I'm
from Arizona and that I'm going to be here for not one, but two winters.
If you don't hear from me... send help. Preferably in the form of hot
chocolate, 12 electric blankets, and a large dog with a keg of apple
cider around his neck who will be willing to sleep in my bed and keep me
warm.
For those of you who haven't already
made the connection, the name McOmber has an uncanny resemblance to the
word "cucumber." I had made the assumption that this would change when I
switched countries and languages.
I was wrong.
The
word "cucumber" in French is in fact, "concombre." Which is even MORE
similar in its pronunciation to my last name. You are now reading the
words of a missionary who has been lovingly (I think) designated as
"Elder Concombre." Not sure how I feel about this yet. Do the people
here like cucumbers? Would they be willing to take the missionary
lessons from a cucumber? We shall see. Challenge accepted.
I
have truly enjoyed this last week. We've had some really awesome
lessons with our investigators, but I would like to talk a little bit
about one of them. His name is Merville. He's 15 years old, and he and
his father are both taking the missionary lessons, but separately. We
had a great lesson with Merville this last week, in which we spoke about
faith. He made a comment to the effect of, "It's alright that I don't
keep this commitment to go to church on Sunday,
because God knows my heart and He will forgive me. He knows that I love
Him." I've thought about that a long time this week, and I have come to
this conclusion. Merville made a great point. God knows our hearts, He
knows how we feel about Him. So why is it that we go to church on
Sundays? Why is it we should keep the commandments and keep the Sabbath
Day holy and read the scriptures and pray and do all the things
religious people who love the Savior do? If God knows how we feel... why
do we do those things? Well, the only problem with Merville's point is
that... he's wrong. His attitude toward why we do things is completely
off the mark. We don't keep the commandments to show God that we love
Him; He knows our hearts. I think we keep the commandments for three
reasons (I assume that there may be more; don't take this as doctrine):
1)
Because we love God. But we don't do it to prove to Him that we love
Him, as He knows us all perfectly; we do it to prove to ourselves what
we're willing to sacrifice to show our love for Him.
2)
Because the commandments are there for our good. The Sabbath was made
for man, and not man for the Sabbath. We NEED to keep the commandments
so that we can progress. Keeping the commandments and reading our
scriptures and praying is not for God; it's for us!
3) Because
we have been asked by the Lord to "be thou an example of the
believers." He wants all the world to come to Him, and if our Lord isn't
important enough to us to try to keep His commandments, why would
anyone around us think this gospel is important enough for them to learn
it? "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot
be hid. Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but on
a candlestick, and it giveth light unto all who are in the house. Let
your light so shine before men, that they may see YOUR good works, and
glorify your Father which is in heaven." (Matthew 5:14-16; emphasis
added by me :P) It's our good works that can help others recognize the
importance of the gospel of Jesus Christ and help them want to be a part
of it!
Everyone, I love this gospel. I love it
with all my heart. Why else would I be out here? I can't think of any
other reason. I just love this work. I love the Savior. And with the
missionaries and prophets before me, as well as those today and those to
come, I stand as a witness that He lived 2000 years ago, that He gave
His life that we might live with Him again someday, that He was
resurrected three days later, and that He lives today and continues to
speak to us through the words of modern-day prophets and apostles and
through the Holy Ghost each time we pray.
I
love you all and miss you daily. You are in my prayers always. Never
give up! Keep trying to choose the right; it's so so worth it!
En avant!
Elder Bryan McOmber
The river that runs through Victoriaville.
Another picture of the reservoir here in Victo.
Elder Rodriguez, one of my zone leaders, who I went on exchanges with this last week. He's awesome!
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