Tuesday, 4 August 2015


Let me tell you about the struggles of a young missionary who had the privilege of feeling his Saviour's grace, mercy, and approval. It was on the first Saturday of the August month, 2015, when the fasting began. Questions, and requests, like Why am I here? What do I need to do? How can we make a difference? Where do we need to go? How can we make a difference? Please let someone progress Soften their hearts Let them remember, and keep the appointment and Let them come to church this Sunday arose in for 24-hour fast.

But merely opening in prayer didn't make it any better. Appointments were bunked. Contacts made ended in, "We'll call you back when we're ready." And, wait for it, nobody we invited came to church. I shouldn't be surprised, but this is their salvation, and we've been working so hard.

What am I doing wrong? was the question. With only one hour left in the fast, and two appointments to cover before it ended, we approached the first lesson for a new investigator - I had hope... my companion, let's just say he's been here for three transfers (four and a half months) already. I was praying, hard, fasting, working, and just pouring in my all. Nothing.

So we went tracting (door-knocking). Because that always ends up lifting our spirits. And so it was nothing, nothing, and nothing. We found a house the size of a mansion in the township, nothing. And then we had the following experience:

"Good day, sir, my name is Elder Santagane, and this is Elder Smith, we're missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ--"

"Amen! Please come inside!"

Wait, what?! We went inside and covered our purpose, and just spent the next few minutes getting to know each other. Oupa, yes, that's what we're to call him, has been looking for a church to go to. His wife goes to some church over there, and his daughter goes to that church over there, but he's looking for something different. So we left him a copy of the Book of Mormon, and set an appointment for this coming week.

And then, another appointment with a family not so far from him. Now, I'm not letting myself become too elated (we still need to have the lessons, but this is a good start).

Afterwards, just a few minutes after we're ready to break our fast, we get a phone call. Are you coming to see me? We take the time to visit the lady who's bunked us for the last two weeks. A good lesson, ending with the family joining us for a closing prayer - committed to joining us for the coming lessons.

The lesson I learnt was valuable. Because, even after the lesson, two people stopped us and asked us to teach them. One of them we taught today, the Plan of Salvation (sort of, mixed with the Restoration - he wanted a lesson from Genesis and Revelation), and he asked us when we could see him again. This Thursday, if you were curious.

It's one of patience. One of endurance. One of diligence, and long-suffering. The people are out there, and they have questions. There are those who are searching, and - if we're going to be honest - those are the only ones likely to receive the fullness of the blessings He has to offer. Good questions, honest seeking, and real intent.

Do you have a gospel related question? Did you know that that question indicates a desire to learn, a yearning for your soul to draw nearer to God?

Now, I'm not claiming to have all the answers, but if you have ever been curious about anything, ask. I'm more than willing to answer, using what knowledge, resources, and materials available to one such as I. And then, after you find the answer, request confirmation from the Almighty to truly know.

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