Not just another religion

Being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints does not mean I am part of a religion that holds opinions concerning this and that. I am not a part of the Latter-day Saint religion, or even the Mormon religion for that matter. Being a member of this Church means being a member of Christ's Church. It means that the truths revealed come from God - the commandments given come from Him.

In other words, doctrines and policies are not debated, rationalised, or compromised. The leaders and representatives of the Church represent Christ and His Gospel - not the people and their views. We are bold, yes - that is our calling. It is not our place, nor would it be fair or true if we said that these truths could be true, along with others. There is an Eternal law! We choose to follow and/or accept it.

Fortunately for us, these truths are for our benefit, happiness, salvation, and exaltation. If we choose to listen and obey the blessings come. If we can no more than desire we are promised answers, clarity, peace, and assurance. God will not force us to believe - if we've already made up our mind, He will not give us the answers we need.

"For what doth it profit a man if a gift is bestowed upon him, and he receive not the gift?" - D&C 88:33.

This is truth. Absolute truth.

This week I received my new companion, Elder Human - and we continued to push the work here in the Bethlehem area. Through our faith and diligence, the Lord was able to bless us with many tender mercies. Faces at Church we hadn't seen (especially among the youth), and an attendance boost we'd been praying for. In fact, greater than what we'd hoped for.

We had the opportunity to meet a few less-active members, being entrusted with the challenges they face. As we listened, to both them and the Spirit, the words came. The answers came. As the saying goes, we found the loose brick and took down the walls.

Though there continues to be challenges, and walls around almost every person we meet, we were able to witness the ignition of hope in a number of souls. And I was once again reminded that tears sometimes heal.

This Sunday we covered the lesson from Howard W. Hunter, Help from on High. A fitting topic considering the number of people we'd met facing particular challenges they could not understand. As we learn from the scriptures, this is when we need to turn to Him. There is a standard of truth, it is the Gospel, and I bear witness that it heals - all because of our Saviour, Jesus Christ.

In the lesson the following was mentioned, "Men and women in many circles are clever, interesting, or brilliant, but they lack one crucial element in a complete life. They do not look up."

No wonder there are so many that say, "Something is missing."

Now I know that there are many who turn away, because they struggle to find answers. I have seen many who simply do not understand, or fail to recognise when the Spirit speaks. The worst being those who simply believe things should come, things should happen, God will sort it out for them. But we need to be reminded that this is a Gospel of action - we need to do something. In other words, "faith without works is dead" - James 2:17.

"We must take time to prepare our minds for spiritual things. The development of spiritual capacity does not come with the conferral of authority. There must be desire, effort, and personal preparation. This requires, of course, … fasting, prayer, searching the scriptures, experience, meditation, and a hungering and thirsting after the righteous life."

This Gospel is not just another religion. It is not just another way of life. It is the Lord's way - and it is the only lasting way. This Gospel, and this Gospel alone, can bring us back home.

I am privileged to be given the opportunity to witness its impact not only in my life, but also in the lives of others.

So when we ask you to ask God, we mean it. When He asks us to act, He means it. And when we say it's true, it's not just something we're saying. It's something we KNOW. And the truth is, you can know it too - it just takes effort.

P.S. Easter is around the corner. Follow the link to see this year's Easter message. https://www.mormon.org/easter/hallelujah

A Little Bit of Fun

Who has ever played The Sims™? If you have, have you ever noted (and appreciated) the comically quirky nature of eccentric, or excitable sims? When they succeed at something, win a game, or become elated, the toss one hand in the air and exclaim, "Woohoo!"

My companion does that. We were at a Mormon Helping Hands project at the local hospital, and he succeeded in removing the lid from the paint tin. Yes, and that got him excited. And not just that, for even the littlest of things.

Not to mention him suddenly breaking out into song and dance. I don't understand. I don't. It's like President Zackrison took the most comical missionary, and the gravest, and put them together.

He's just so happy. Now, I'm not completely morbid, or depressive, but sometimes I'm just left flabbergasted. Indeed, the Lord does have a sense of humour, and so does my companion, yet I just don't seem to get it.

That being said, I do love him. It makes for an interesting companionship, and since the work is booming, it must be good. I'm curious as to what I'll learn from him persona-wise. My last companion got me saying, "Oh my days..."

As for the work, we're helping a solid intellectual quit smoking, and prepare for baptism. We'll be teaching, and baptising a dry Mormon (member at heart, just needs to enter the waters) in due course. Tackling part-member families. Declaring truths to large families with strong religious backgrounds (lots of potential there). And preparing children of record (born in the Church) whose parents are less-active (working with them as well).

My companion and I will soon be appearing in the local newspaper.

We'll grab 'em souls where we can get 'em.

Now that sounded a little bit sinister...

Uhmmm, I mean, we'll share wherever we can.

Our ward mission leader has been helping out phenomenally, telling us to work and have fun at the same time. So we'll be preparing a Friday Night, Game Night, Date Night for the young couples in the area (active, less-active, non-member alike). It sounds like fun.

And then there are the tender mercies of the Lord all around. One of the families we've been working with has been struggling, very much so. But as the Gospel penetrates their hearts, they're changing. Our last encounter showed a family happy to be together, and to do all it takes to build upon a rock solid foundation.

It's true, my brothers and sisters. It really is. The Gospel can change lives, and all for the better. It's just up to us, whether we'll accept or reject it. It's up to us to make that choice. God will never force, or coerce us to do something we don't want to do.

Why Do We Believe What We Believe?

Understanding why we believe what we believe helps us keep the fire burning, even when the rains come pouring down. With everything the world has to offer, and everything the spirits have to echo, it can be difficult for us to find our way. The darkness shrouds, and the voices pierce.

Where is it I need to go?

Arriving at the destination may seem most important to some, but how we get there shapes the character we're to become, while where we come from creates the reason for the journey.

What's the reason?

Jesus Christ. We are members of His Church, and all things are done in His name. It is only through faith in Christ that we can come unto the Father. And it is only through faith in Christ that we can receive a remission of our sins, and receive eternal life (John 14:6).

But why Christ?

That's the question. Why Jesus Christ? Why do we believe in Jesus Christ? Because He is the Son of

God, the Saviour and Redeemer of the World. How do we know that? How do we even know that there is a God, much less a Saviour?

Because everyone does? Because it's history? For most Christians, the reason to their faith is the Bible. But there's got to be more. Why? Because we live in a world that interprets the Bible according to the dictates of their own understanding.

Consider the number of Christian denominations worldwide - 41 000 (excluding overlapping denominations), according to the Center for the Study of Global Christianity at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary.

Wait, what?!

Fourty one thousand?

That's fourty one thousand different ways of interpreting the Bible. Some saying that Christ was a man, some saying that He was an inspired man, some saying that He was a Prophet, some saying that He was the Son of God, some saying that He was God, and all manner of other variations.

Then comes the application of truths taught in the Bible. Take baptism for example; some say that it's by immersion, some by sprinkling, some by oil, some by prayer, some say it's optional, others say it's compulsory, for infants, for adults, etcetera, etcetra.

And then, we live in a world where many regard even the Bible as simply a book written by man, passed on, and translated, edited, and corrected to suit the wants of those in religious authority.

So there needs to be more.

Fortunately for us, Latter-day Saints, we have the witness of Joseph Smith. A young boy who wanted to know the truth, and in turn saw God, the Eternal Father, and His Son Jesus Christ. Another witness.

We also have The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. Another record to clarify, and verify the truths of the Bible, and to testify of the divinity of Christ.

And, to be blunt, we have living apostles and prophets who exist as special witnesses of our Saviour and Redeemer. To put it plainly, they too have seen Him.

But most important is the witness of the Spirit of God. For the Holy Ghost bears witness to our spirit, and allows us to know without a shadow of a doubt that these things are true.

The other day my companion and I met with a large Pentecostal family, and although the idea of

scripture other than the Bible was hard for them to swallow, they did admit feeling the Spirit, power, anointing, and seriousness of our calling as representatives of Christ both times they met with us. That was enough, in fact the only thing, for them to keep on going with learning more. This is His work.

So why Christ? Because the Bible, Book of Mormon, Joseph Smith, living apostles and prophets, and Spirit declares that it is true.

Why do we believe what we believe? Because it is true. Plain and simple. And because we know this, it becomes our duty to share it with others. We KNOW. This is eternity we're talking about. It's important.

There is a poem that says we find our God, and ourselves, only when we seek to find our brother. And, if we pay attention, it all makes sense.

I tried to find myself, but myself I could not find.

I tried to find my God, but He alluded me.

I tried to find my brother, then I found all three.

He speaks, not spake. He lives, not lived. He is, not was. It is time we did everything in our power to live according to that knowledge we have been given. Trust in Him.

He is Preparing His People

"Good day, this is Elder Smith speaking."

"Elder Smith, this is President Zackrison speaking. How are you doing?"

"President Zackrison. I'm doing well thanks, and yourself?"

"Good. Good. So, uh, three areas in three transfers. I'm not exactly sure why, but I am aware. I don't want to apologise, but I do realise you work hard, and the members and investigators love you, and then you get moved just as soon as you got there. I don't know, how do you feel about that?"

"Uhmmm... To be honest, I don't really know. At this point, staying in one place for a long time would feel strange."

"Right. Right. Well, I just want to make sure that you don't think I think you're a bad missionary. In fact, you should take it as a sign that I trust you-- that I can use you wherever, and whenever, I need you."

You have it. Six weeks later, and this busy missionary is off to another area, back to Kwa-Zulu Natal; Chatsworth awaiting. It's time to see what the Lord has prepared in, now, an Indian area. Interesting timing, and curious as to the things that have been happening. The Lord has a wise and glorious purpose in all things, it's just up to us to watch (and work) as it begins t unfold.

This past week has been filled with nothing short of miracles. Starting with a young man named Harvey, whom Elder Santagane and I quite literally bumped into while walking the streets of Kroonstad. It turns out that this Harvey has a book filled with questions about God, the Gospel, and religion. And as we taught, the Spirit whispered, and I saw the immensity of his soul being filled with gospel light. He asked questions, and tears filled his eyes as we were able to answer them.

Yes, a pattern of the workings of the Spirit. I don't know why, but it's just something that happens. Even the other day as we watched the account of Wilford Woodruff, an early church leader. As this other young man watched, the Spirit touched so deeply that I didn't even bother teaching. All I asked was, "Can you feel that?" He looked at me. "I know you can feel something, because I can feel it too."

"Yes," he muttered.

"Do you know what that is?"

"No."

"That's the Spirit of God in you. And, if I were you, I'd do whatever it's telling you to do."

"That thing about baptism. I've never done it before, but I'd like to."

Even a little earlier, my companion and I arrived at the house of a family for the fourth time, attempting to meet with them for the fourth time. But they weren't home. Why, then, were we there? If the Lord knew they weren't home, why did He let us go? Why did the Spirit keep prompting us to return? We got out the car and knocked on the gate of the house across the road. The man invited us in and called his family of six together to "hear the word of the Lord". Powerful family, with the Spirit thick enough to cut.

Even a recent convert's wife, finally, sat down with us. And it was then I realised why the news of my mom's divorce caused me to ponder as much as I did. Though the circumstances were different, she expressed thoughts of divorce, but by the end of the lesson she and her husband were committed to working towards a temple marriage. All it took was a solid lesson on the eternal destiny of families.

The Lord is preparing His people. We just need to be ready to find them. I pray that He blesses you, and directs you to the place you need to be.

Questions

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.

Back to the Drawing Board

Back to the drawing board, because a new area means new ideas, new challenges, and a whole new (or different approach). What worked in Botshabello isn't quite as effective here, in Kroonstad, and what worked in Hillcrest doesn't really make sense on this end of the field. So what's the problem? What's the solution?

Fewer members. Let's start there. We all know that the strongest, most active members are likely to come through and because of the members. Let's face it. It's someone they know, someone they trust, and someone that'll stay. Even someone who can fellowship more often than just the three hours at church, and the one hour at home (if that). It's someone more likely to identify and resolve concerns, more cabable of making the experience as meaningful as can be, and available for more than just missionary-related activities. I know, I was there.

But the members are few, and the referrals far-stretched. The inactivity, and less-activity, of many members is apparent - and reaching them proves to be another challenge. So how do we help in a group that's already trying themselves? The ones who are active, I mean. How do we find, teach and keep those who'll actually be committed? And how can we make an actual difference?

It's time to think outside of the box. It's time to have the people know who we are other than the two suits attacking them with a copy of the Book of Mormon. It's time to work with the members and get creative. It's time to show that we actually care. And the ideas are rapidly approaching. Time to implement.

This morning Elder Santagane and I started with morning traffic light proselytising. Yes, we grabbed a board and wrote out: "I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions. - Mosiah 24:14" and "Hy sal julle vertroos in jul verdrukkinge. - Jakob 1:3". We handed out verses, pass along cards, pamphlets, and copies of the Book of Mormon with our contact details. But the greatest success I noted was the smiles, the rolling down of the windows to say, "Julle het my dag gemaak!" Which is to say, "You made my day!" And having our photos taken in the middle of the street.

On Saturday we'll be at the shopping complex, and soon we'll be having an open house with the members. The twins, a powerful pair of sisters preparing to serve a mission, have offered to bake cookies and muffins to take to our less-active members, just to open some doors.

We keep looking. We keep searching. And we'll continue to find, teach, uplift, and inspire. The Lord is preparing His people. Let us be the ones to offer ourselves as the instruments, and make the difference.

Welkom na die Kroonstad

Or, in other words, Welcome to the Crown City. You heard it! The mission life continues, with Elder Smith entering into his third area, with his fourth companion - Elder Santagane, hailing from the neighbouring land of Botswana.

Yes, the people are different. This time, Afrikaans. From Sotho, to English, to Afrikaans. The congregation, too, is different. This time, a group. From a branch (>35 active members), to a ward (>100 active members), to a group (>11 active members).

I've only just begun the new transfer, but the work is already under way. It turns out that missionaries weren't able to work in the area this last transfer due to certain complications, and already the challenges have begun to set in. It won't be easy, but it will be possible - with the Lord's help.

Already, I've met a number of interesting persons, with a number of interesting backgrounds, and a number of challenging concerns. And the pattern of people opening up, shedding their tears, and beginning to trust in the Lord has already begun.

A fortunate change has been to teach the Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ to three different persons in one day, all of whom accepting the invitation to be baptised.

Not to mention, continuing to learn. Yes, there is always more, and I can feel myself growing. And no, that's not just a reference to the meat on my bones. I can already see the jaws begin to drop.

The other day I read the account of Prof. Mynhardt, a nonmember who translated the Book of Mormon from English to Afrikaans.

Hearing him witness that it was indeed translated from Egyptian, with Hebrew, further confirmed what I knew to be true. Especially considering that the knowledge and science of the ancient tongue did not exist during the time Joseph Smith translated the sacred record. Read more.

And more recently, my respect for Emma Hale-Smith (Joseph Smith's wife, first Relief Society General President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) has grown beyond measure. Don't get me wrong, I've always admired her. My appreciation has just grown, especially considering the view many have that she lost her faith towards the end. Of which, no evidence exists. In fact, reading her final journal entry makes me believe otherwise.

To hear song tribute for Emma, go here.

The journey in Kroonstad has only begun. Here's to the rest of it. I pray that the Lord continues to bless you in all that you set out to do. And I continue to exhort, put your trust in God, and let Him guide your path forward. He cares about your success. He cares about you.

God Moves in Mysterious Ways...

I remember the nonchalant chatter that took place only moments before - only twenty three minutes before curfew. My companion, Elder Bryan, and I were only supposed to be passing by - ready to leave any minute. Elder Bonner spoke on, I listened gleefully, and Elder Bryan approached through the gate just ahead.

That was when I heard it. Fear struck my core. Anxiety began to build up. My fingers gripped my scalp. And my skin began to crawl.

"No!" I exclaimed. "This doesn't affect us, Elder Bryan. Come! We're leaving!"

Again, our Zone Leader's voice broke through, uttering the most sinister, and terrifying wail; "What?!"

"Don't say that, Elder Klingler! Don't you dare say that!" my voice erupted.

After every attempt to flee, the district gathered together in the Family History Center, and he began calling out the names. I, I was wracked. I could feel it coming. We didn't need to be there.

"Elder Klingler, staying."

"Don't."

"Elder Nkomo, leaving. He'll be replaced by Elder Duffy."

"Don't."

"Elder Chitati, staying."

"Don't."

"Elder Allen, leaving. He'll be replaced by Elder Brown."

"Don't."

"Elder Sibeko, staying."

"Don't!"

"Elder Bryan-"

"I just got here. Don't-"

"Staying. Elder Smith, leaving."

The ground below felt as if to cease. My strength gave in. And I, almost, fell to my knees. The room went silent. After a moment allowed to grab hold of myself, I walked. I left the room and made my pace, only to return a little while later. Nobody saw it coming.

Let me explain. Elder Bryan and I arrived in the Hillcrest area six weeks ago - both of us new to the area. Elder Bryan only has one month left on mission. I'm only four and a half months on mission (I should only be leaving my first area 'round about now). And the two of us had only begun, pouring our sweat and blood into every inch of the work this side.

I took a breath. A deep breath. "Not my will, but thine be done."

I called Bishop Bann, of the Hillcrest Ward, who was just as surprised as the rest of us. And that was when Elder Bryan said, "This is not going to go down well with the members."

That night, Saturday 4 July 2015, I went down on my knees, not wanting to go. "Why? Why did you bring me here, and then take me out so quickly? What did I do?" A tear went down my cheek. It was like I was leaving home all over again. And-- the answer didn't come.

The following day came and we prepared for Church, arriving early to follow up on the commitments we'd extended throughout the week. An investigator we'd been teaching came for the first time - and my companion and I sat next to a recently married part-member family.

It was then I realized how quickly news traveled as Haley Clark, a child from Primary, came up to hug me, not saying a word. Even still, there were many who did not know.

Then, President Zackrison walked into the room. "What is the Mission President doing here?"

My companion and I were asked to bless the sacrament, as if nothing was happening, and the fast and testimony meeting was opened. "But before we start, we'd like to call Elder Smith up to give us a few parting words. Apparently, after such a short time, he'll be leaving us."

I stood at the pulpit, for the second time - only one fast Sunday later, and began to bear my testimony. As I looked over, I saw tears veil the sudden shock. Even I began to choke up towards the end.

The members then went up one by one, each bearing their testimonies, with a common theme - missionary work. At the end, President Zackrison went up, mainly to ease the members' concerns, and as if to answer my prayer the night before. "I, too, am sad to see Elder Smith leave. ... I predict that Elder Smith will be in many areas for very short periods of time."

With the common mention, and whisperings of the Spirit, that I need to be in all those places, I was eased. Heavenly Father needs me to meet a number of His children who just so happen to be spread apart, from place to place.

I don't know how I feel about knowing this, but I trust in His plan. I'm glad to have met the people I've met, and to have been a part of the journey others are taking. On the 15th of July, Johann Van Wyk plans on being baptized here, in the Hillcrest Ward. May the Lord bless him and his wife, in our short journeys apart, as He continues to prepare the others we've met and taught.

Yes, God moves in mysterious ways. But His plans are perfect. He's using us and preparing us in ways we could never imagine. Never lose hope. Never give up. And never forget, God loves you more than you could ever imagine.

I look forward to what He has waiting in Kroonstad.

Why am I Even Here?

There is a question that gnaws and aches at every rejection, and every cancelled appointment. There is a question that echoes in every sleepless night, and the Sundays that nobody comes. And there is a questions which grates at the sound of the words "Devil Worshiper".

Why am I even here?

In the words of my companion, "Why did you choose to leave your family to be rejected, cursed, spat on, and all out disappointed?"

I mean, to go one day without being rejected... never. And even in a country where persecution is limited (unlike northern parts of this African continent), it isn't hard finding someone willing to tear your faith to pieces. So why am I here?

1. Because God told me that I needed to be here.

All worthy males able to serve a full-time mission should. In fact, it is a commandment from God. But moreso, missionaries found me and it would selfish if I didn't do the same for another.

I remember the words of David Wayne Tew (the missionary who baptised me) as he said, "Why do you think you found the Gospel at missionary age?" Why? I could have found it earlier. I could have found it later. But why now?

It was then that I took the opportunity, and the circumstances surrounding me at the time to ask God what He wanted. And what He wanted was for me to serve.

2. My family, and my friends.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to do all that I could to bring happiness to my friends and family. Being on mission exposes me to different people, different environments, different circumstances, and every effort is focused on helping people and reaching them; these skills will help me help them.

3. I want to be the best me I can be.

I've always wanted to be the person God would have me be. Because He is my Father. Because I know He knows best, and that He wants me to be the best me I can be. And since He knows more than I do, I trust that every step He leads me to paves the way for the absolute best me I can be. I may not know who or how I'll turn out to be, but He does, and that's good enough for me.

Some of the lessons I've had in the last couple of weeks have even shown that there are, in fact, many more reasons. In particular, a lesson with a former investigator, who - at first - wasn't even interested in talking to us. After talking, and simply talking, we were able to share experiences and open up, only to find out that she no longer trusted God. She shared with us, Why didn't He send you guys when things were going well? Why didn't He make my father phone me then? It's too late now. I didn't know what to say. Everything that was said came from the Spirit, tears were shed, a verse was shared, and by the end of the lesson she was smiling from ear to ear, asking us when we'd return, saying, "I'm going to find my Book of Mormon today!". As she prayed, she felt Heavenly Father's love once again.

This experience was, once again, able to remind me why I'd gone through all the things I'd gone through in the past, and why I was here. To see someone begin trusting God again in the space of an hour, to see the tears people shed, and the smiles people give, a burden lighter and an answer found. This is why I'm here.

It has been packed with heartfelt lessons, unexpected changes, and tears of joy, tears of sorrow. Last Saturday evening I was informed that I'd be transferred from Botshabello to Hillcrest to serve with Elder Bryan, to whitewash (I'll explain lower down). I'd be leaving my first area, after three months, and the responses reminded me once again exactly why I was here... why I am here.

Tumelo compared my departure to the death of a much beloved family pet (specifically, a dog), saying that I had become family. Sister Mofubelu called us over for dinner, asking for a scripture she could remember me by, asking me to remember Botshabelo as I went out to do the Lord's work, "You have the keys to do this work. If you don't fight for it, who will?" And among them all, the one that broke me the most, was Bhaki - a  nine year old kid who broke down in tears after requesting a picture with just me and him. It showed me that the most meaningful impacts are the ones you didn't even realise you made. I took the opportunity to remind him how close to home he was, and that it wouldn't be the last time we'd see each other - in this life or the next.

And so my time in Botshabello came to an end. I climbed on a bus, an eight hour drive, and met a young woman going home for varsity holidays. Nqombile is studying Medicine at the University of the Free State (UFS), and a friend of hers is just about to leave to serve a mission. She, however, is not a member - and, apparently, he and her often argued over whether or not we actually lived with God in the life before. We didn't come from anywhere.

It was a good reminder of how important listening is. I tried my best to understand exactly where she was coming from, and by the time she thanked me for the chat (at the end of eight hours... or ten... I was tired), she was convinced of a pre-mortal existence. And she was ready to ask God to confirm to her what we had spoken about - pre-mortal existence, the Book of Mormon, Joseph Smith, the restoration of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and what He wanted for her. Prayer, at the end of the day, prayer is the only way to truly know. We cannot just accept something someone tells us - no matter how convincing it may be.

And so, it brings me to the week that just past, as my companion and I whitewashed (both he and I are brand new to the area, know none of the people, and nobody knows us) Hillcrest - a big people's area. Elder Bryan and I were even commenting that we were no longer in South Africa, "It's California!" The houses are big, the security is tight, and finding through our own efforts does NOT work. We cannot buzz gates, an we have one investigator, and just about nobody else to talk to. So the creativity starts. My companion (who's been on mission for one year, nine months) and I are doing things we've never done before.

We've been to the local market to organise a stand, the hospital to give are service and talk to some chronic patients and some of the staff, and to a place called Focus on the Family, which is a Methodist ministry focused on God's standard for the family. As my companion was born in the Church, he has no idea what other churches are like, and so the prayer session we were invited to was completely new to him.

As we continue to implement new ideas, have open houses at the chapel, and work with the members to find people the same way missionaries found me (invited for dinner at a member's house the same time missionaries were there), we hope to find success. Oh, and I am the most recent convert in the Hillcrest ward... that's how long it has been since they've had a baptism.

I pray that God continues to bless you, and that you continue to find happiness and success. He loves you, and cares for you, and has a plan for you and the people around you. We are here for a reason. Never doubt that!

Exchanges and a Power Contact

The week has been an interesting one indeed. Starting with exchanges, reaching into powerful contacts, and ending with less-active members returning to Church after years passing by.

The clock struck 08:59 as Elder Payne and I came to the close of companionship study, the final hours of our companionship exchange. A message came in from a member stating, "Elders! We need your help with a blessing immediately. Please come." So we grabbed the consecrated oil and jumped into the Nissan Hardbody 2.5, heading to their home.

As we arrived, the husband of the powerful Sister said that he'd take us to the lady who messaged them for the blessing. It was a woman they barely knew, who wasn't even a member of the Church. The member dropped us off as the lady immediately identified us, saying, "Elders, come. I'll take you to the child. You also need to come see me when you're done."

It turns out that her neighbour's child actually needed the blessing. This lady had heard about the Church from a friend in Bloemfontein, and somehow came across a member's phone number after hearing the story her neighbour's had to tell.

We were invited into the home, and the family seated us down. Immediately things went straight to business - like we were living in the medieval ages, consulting a family on their circumstance. Or even Peter and John from the New Testament.

The family told us that their child hadn't slept in four days - and that none of the doctor's medicines were working. That the child would stay up at night as if it was looking at something; and they were convinced spirits were in their home. That was when they were about to go visit a Sangoma in the area. However, their neighbour turned around and said, "No! I'll call the Elders from that Church, they're powerful."

As we discussed this, I looked at the child and immediately noted that there was nothing physically wrong with the child. We proceeded to dedicate the house and bless the child, after teaching the family why were doing so and how they should continue in prayer, keeping the commandments for the dedication and blessing to continue in affect.

As we speak, the family is on baptismal date and committed to attending Church and receiving the missionary lessons. "We don't just want a few day friendship. We want an eternal friendship with you," they said.

After the exchange we met a lady who had worked next to the chapel here in Botshabelo, and she had always wanted to come in and see. However, she didn't know the requirements for attending the Church (whether she needed to be a member).

In her words, "I walked passed and heard them singing, and just felt uplifted. These people know what they are doing." So I invited her to Church, taught a brief lesson on prayer and exchanged contacts for a return appointment with her and her friend this week.

My sister will understand when I say, this girl is a writer/poet and her friend is an artist.

Anyway, that was the week. The Lord is mindful always and makes a plan for his faithful sons and daughters always.

Trust in Him.

What Does the Bible Say About the Great Apostasy?

Perhaps unique to LDS doctrine is that a complete, and total, apostasy has occurred. In other words, the Church Jesus Christ established while He was on the Earth, and the authority to administer therein, fell away completely proceeding the death of His apostles.

A basic consideration would be the evident number of creeds and denominations circulating the drain of Christian religion today. We all agree that there is a God. However, the nature of such a God varies greatly from one sect to the next.

He is a Spirit.

He is the Father of the Lord, Jesus Christ.

He is Jesus Christ.

He has a perfect body of flesh and bone.

He is an intelligence.

We cannot know Him.

We can know Him.

Another concept to note would be that all Christians believe faith in Jesus Christ attains us unto salvation. Though, what one understands faith to be differs almost fully from what another describes it be. For instance:

My faith is my belief.

My faith is my religion.

My faith is my works.

My faith is enough.

And then there is the divers numbers and modes of baptism; including infant baptism, immersion [once, thrice, and seven times over], affusion (pouring), and aspersion (sprinkling). Not to mention the questions of where it is performed and by whom it is performed.

The problem is, Ephesians 4:5 clearly states that there is "One Lord, one faith, one baptism[.]" Therefore, the argument that there are different churches for different persons renders null and void. Else there is no absolute truth, and if there be no absolute truth, then there is no reason or point to the Christian religion.

So the question is, What does the Bible say about a Great Apostasy? And when did it occur, if ever?

We know that Jesus Christ did a many great and marvelous works during His ministry here on Earth. He established His Church by calling twelve and ordaining them to the work (Mark 3:14). He healed the sick, raised the dead, and told the apostles to do the same (Matthew 10:8).

In addition, He prophesied of many things to come. While on the mount of Olives, Jesus Christ sat with His apostles and told them of the destruction of Jerusalem. In His discourse, He said the following:

Matthew 24:8-11 "All these are the beginning of sorrows. Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name’s sake. And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many."

I imagine sitting amongst them as Jesus foretold of their persecution and death. In plain words He said, "they ... shall kill you". Also that many false prophets would rise, and that MANY would be deceived.

 I find it interesting that the same Roman Empire that persecuted and killed Jesus Christ and His apostles adopted Christianity as their own state religion years later. It is from that adopted religion that we see the many reformist creeds and denominations rise - many of whom sincerely believed in their own faith and denomination.

Even Paul spoke of these happenings in his farewell to the elders of the Church at Ephesus, before departing to Jerusalem.

Acts 20:28-31 "Take heed therefore unto yourselves, and to all the flock, over the which the Holy Ghost hath made you overseers, to feed the church of God, which he hath purchased with his own blood. For I know this, that after my departing shall grievous wolves enter in among you, not sparing the flock. Also of your own selves shall men arise, speaking perverse things, to draw away disciples after them. Therefore watch, and remember, that by the space of three years I ceased not to warn every one night and day with tears."

"Watch, and remember". After his departing would it have begun. But what catches my eye the most "night and day with tears." It just creates the image of how grievous this falling away would be, and as I read and think of what must've happened between then and now (with all these conflicting churches left, right, and center), I feel his tears.

is that he warned them

Even in a letter to his son, Paul said, "And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables." (2 Timothy 4:4).

Jesus Christ and His disciples knew an apostasy would occur. And if we just look, we can see that one undoubtedly has occurred.

So with the death of the apostles, and saints of the early Church, mankind lost the authority it required to perform the saving ordinances needed to enter into the kingdom of God.

Mankind ceased to hear the words of God. And many ran to and fro, but could not find it. (Amos 8:11-12)

But I am not here to preach a message of damnation. Rather, I am called by a prophet of God to declare that His Church is here. A restoration, not a reformation, of gospel truth and authority has taken place - and it can bless the lives of families and individuals alike.

Reports - and a Bit of Exercise

Time moves on, and the work presses forward, with interviews, a change in boardings, creatives lessons, and interesting finding experiences. I'm almost shocked to see that my second transfer is over in two weeks. Mission is truly an experience, a stretch (mental, spiritual, and physical), a learning curve, and a bold and powerful set of life lessons.

This transfer was my first interview with the Mission President (President Zackrison). First, my companion and I arrived after teaching a couple of lessons, with Sister Zackrison and the Thaba 'Nchu Elders waiting (peanut cookies and apple juice at the ready).

Sister Zackrison and I got to know one another and chatted quite a bit regarding family, friends, experiences, and doctrine before President Zackrison called me in for the interview. We discussed various matters regarding the area, my progress, my family, and my observations. By the end of these two years, I'll be more than set to take on any job interview (backed with the right skills, of course).

That Friday, my companion and I changed boardings. We moved from Mandela View (near Bloemfontein) to Thaba 'Nchu (alongside Botshabelo). A lot closer than before - and now we have the Thaba 'Nchu Elders as our next door neighbours (who were kind enough to help us move).

Later that week, we had exchanges with the Zone Leaders, and Elder Brimhall came with me into the Botshabelo area. Interestingly enough, I have found exchanges to be the most exciting part of missionary work thus far (and tomorrow we have exchanges with Thaba 'Nchu Elders). It gives the investigators and members an opportunity to be taught by someone different, with different styles of teaching, and the missionaries themselves to see and learn these different styles as well.

We had a powerful lesson with a less-active member. No plans, except for the impression to speak about endurance. And, low and behold, we found out that this less-active member once had a desire to serve a mission, but that desire faded, along with the burning passion and vibrant testimony of the Gospel. It was time, and a test of endurance.

Elder Brimhall and I were able to relate experiences and teach without any preachy overhaul, and the things we said surprised even ourselves. One, these experiences prepare us for others. Two, that fire won't always feel the same as it did the first time it came around. Sometimes it goes away. Sometimes we need to push forward, as it is a test of faith, and a trial to refine us as individuals. Do we really know this? If it was right then, it must be right now.

And three, a fire needs to be nourished. If stop feeding our testimony, it will perish. If we stop asking God, how can expect an answer? If we stop reading, how can expect to keep on learning?

By the end of the lesson, he was smiling from ear to ear, asking us to return for both him and his sister that same week. And this is only one of the number of experiences thus far.

Even Mother's Day was an experience to note, as we visited Bloemfontein to phone back home. The service at Church focused on the divine nature and role of mothers, and we were able to speak with our mothers back home as we went to the couple missionaries' homes.

And that is my report for the week. Much more has happened, and much more is about to happen. I continue to pray for you all, family and friends.

Even at this time that my arms feel like jelly. Yes, Elder Hammon and Elder Keizer made me gym this morning with bench presses and all manner of weights (and even a bit of protein). Yep, I'll be coming home with muscles - at least, that's what they've set out to accomplish.

Trials and Triumphs

The Botshabelo Elders are sick and afflicted. Yea, let me start with that. Elder Ocitti has been struck with the infamous influenza, whereas Elder Smith awoke one morning with an ailed digit. Thus making our mornings as such:

Elder Smith awakes at 04:00 with a shooting pain in his big left toe; inflamed, hypersensitive, bleeding, and with limited mobility. Elder Ocitti pulls himself out of bed ten minutes after the designated time and wraps himself in a blanket for as long as possible, looking up as much as possible; congested, sneezing, and coughing at random intervals.

But there is work to do, so I grab the first aid kit, and we muster up the strength to prepare ourselves and perform our labours; a prayer of faith pushing us through as the work goes on unhindered. And it is in the area we notice something awry this way come.

On Tuesday, we went into the area with the Zone Leaders to interview a candidate for baptism - Tumelo. However, things didn't go as planned. Suddenly, their attitude changed and they were completely against the idea, stating that the Book of Mormon was just too new for them, and that they needed more time. Tears streamed from his eyes, and it felt as if a dagger pierced my heart.

Immediately I thought, "We're here to interview Tumelo... the one with a testimony." I mean, the reason we have baptismal interviews is to make sure that the candidate is prepared to make the covenants he/she is about to make - that they are, in fact, ready. Moreover, if God has told him that he needs to be baptised, who are we to say no? If he was under age, I'd understand, but he's twenty.

In the end, we agreed to respect the family's wishes (especially considering he lived with them). Our goal is to work with the family to make this transition as peaceful as possible. By the end of May, he will be baptised. We were able to have a powerful lesson with his brother, in which Tumelo bore his testimony.

On Friday, we went to see a Part Member family; we're teaching and preparing the daughter for baptism and working on bringing the father and sons back into activity. As we arrived, we noted that the daughter wasn't home. We asked and found that she'd left home to stay with her grandmother. When we asked why, they said something about her wanting to go back to her old church.

Wait, what? Why would that make her leave home for good as well?

I committed her brother to visit her and to tell her that God loves her, that he loves her, and that he wants to walk with her to church on Sunday.

We started teaching a lady whose husband is a member. In fact, she tracked us down and said, "Hey! My husband's a member of your church - you need to see him." It was great. We were able to start seeing him, rededicate him to scripture study and prayer, and even bring him back to church a couple of times - he's working on a schedule with his boss and colleagues that would allow him to come to church every Sunday.

When we met with his wife, though, we were surprised that she, being a non-member, knew the restoration inside and out, even the doctrines of the church, and wasn't even opposed.

She said, "Who prayed for tate to find a place when he was moving from church to church? Who thanked God when you missionaries started teaching him? Who went to his baptism in Thaba 'Nchu? Who went out to find you and bring him back to church when he stopped going? Me! I did that. I will support him where he is, and I pray that he stays in this church until he dies. I'll even be there for him when he's ready to go to the Temple."

She even quoted 1 Corinthians 1 when Paul said "Is Christ divided?" to support her love for the Church. "But I'm too old to change churches now," she said. She's even got a strong calling in the church she's in, pulling everything together.

We even have a you lady who's been investigating the church for years already, but she keeps postponing her own baptismal date. Even a recent convert whom we asked to fellowship this young lady said, "I'm not even going to bother trying."

But all is well in Zion. Tumelo is still coming to Church. His brother even said, "Who am I to deny it?"

The Part Member family we're trying to bring back to Church actually came (they're even reading and praying). The branch even had a record attendance of 73 (it used to average 35), with 13 investigators (the members were even responsible for two of them).

The recent convert I asked to fellowship the young lady came up to me and said, "I did what you asked, and I got my answer. I'll do it." Together we were even able to chat with the young lady, and she agreed that there was no real reason for postponing her baptismal date - rescheduling for an earlier date.

And thus we see the tender mercies of the Lord. Hard work, faith, and obedience with exactness pays off. We keep working, we keep praying, and we keep believing - no matter how hard it seems to get.

And that brings me to other news. I'm losing my baba. Transfers are happening on Tuesday and my trainer is being taken to the coast to become a Zone Leader.

My new companion will be Elder Gwebu (from Johannesburg). I will need to rely on my skills of direction (yes, keep laughing, especially those of you know those skills don't exist). My new companion will also be the new District Leader.

For those of you who don't know, training is twelve weeks, so this is unusual.

Further news is that we'll be changing boardings (closer to the area). Elder Ocitti is healed. And I even found an Old Testament Manual with Elder Martin's name in it - another sign that we'll be companions some day.

This past week, according to the training package, was to focus more on Prayer and the Holy Ghost - and to most this seems really simple, but in the world we live today people don't see it as a two-way communication between God and man. We've developed a culture of recited prayers. And, frankly, that needs to stop! If you're reciting the same prayer as you recited yesterday, stop.

There is a better way. God's way.

Heavenly Father has, countless times, through the scriptures and mouths of His prophets told us that we need to pray to Him. It is a commanment - even that we do it often.

The pattern for this has been set: We address our Heavenly Father, express the feelings of our heart, ask specific and direct questions, express gratitude, and close "in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

We need to develop a culture of talking to our God, avoiding vain repetition. We need to realise, recognise, and believe that He will answer us through feelings (Galatians 5:22-23), thoughts, and ultimately a sense of knowing.

So this is my challenge for you this week, ask God. And I will be bold. If you trust God, ask Him if the Book of Mormon is true. If you don't have one, we'll get you one. And if you aren't even sure God is there, ask Him. He will answer.

Where is God in Your Life?

This past week has been an interesting one indeed. But before that, let me include a portion of the previous week I left out.

While on exchanges with Elder Brimhall, we were on the UFS (University of the Free State) campus to organise an open dialogue titled Porn: Bad or Good? with the purpose being To discuss the opinions and realities relating to porn, the industry, and addiction. We were trying to find people to help us with the formalities when, suddenly, the Student Council President walks up to me and says, "Do you need my signature for anything?"

As she read our proposal she seemed really interested and took her to her office to gain contacts to form a panel on the day. She gave us ideas for venues on campus and times most students would be available. Elder Brimhall and I then spent quite some time chatting to persons, students, staff and professors, from various departments regarding the dialogue - with some good expose on the Church.

It was a good experience - and reminded me just how much I miss being on campus. But we were there for work - and work we did.

During this week, however, I have noticed a concern we are having with many of our investigators - one we need to address creatively. When we teach, we feel the Spirit. When we teach, the people respond really well. But the moment we leave, and then return, we see that things they have committed to, they failed to follow through with.

And I began thinking, how can we get people to actually take the time out to read their scriptures? How can we get people to take time out for God? In this materialistic world, we see that many people are putting God third place. There is work and school, then their is family and social life, and then there is God. And it isn't right.

Fortunately, there are the few hopefuls who remind us exactly why we are doing the work. Like Tumelo, an investigator who bore testimony at Church yesterday, who is preparing to be baptised next week Sunday. His enthusiasm is inspiring.

My invitation to you this week is to see where God is in your life. Is He first place? Or is He third?

I love you, brothers and sisters. God loves you - remember that. Whatever you do, remember that.

Zone Conference - and a Haircut

The past two weeks have flown by. I have attended my first Zone Conference, first Zone Training Meeting, had my first exchange, and continue to encounter powerful spiritual moments with investigators and missionaries alike.

First off, Zone Conference. This is a meeting where all the missionaries in a zone (an area consisting of districts - which consist of areas) come together. We had Lesotho, Bethlehem, and Bloemfontein zones together that week. President and Sister Zackrison aimed at the atonement as the focus of the conference.

More hope, more investigators, and more joy was the theme, and integrating the atonement was awe-inspiring. More hope, because the Saviour has made all things possible. More hope, because the Saviour paid the price for our sins. More hope, because the Saviour has suffered all pains, infirmities, and afflictions for us (Alma 7:11-12).

We look at faith and know that it is that perfect brightness of hope that gets us through our darker moments. We look at all the Saviour has been through, knowing that He is there for us every step of the way. We look at hope and know that this is the foundation to every success, and our means of getting through every challenge in life.

More investigators, because the gospel blesses lives. More investigators, because the more we reach, the more we teach, the more we bring to the understanding that He does, in fact, live. That means, more people brought out of darkness, and into the light that has brought us so much joy. We do this because of our faith, and that hope pushes us to do even more than we ever thought possible.

More joy, because that is the reason He sent us to Earth in the first place. His great Plan of Happiness was so that we could come and learn, experience, feel, and know. That through the Atonement of the Saviour, Jesus Christ, we can find rest from our labours, forgiveness of our sins, and peace in our trials.

We came to learn. It was never meant to be easy. But knowing that our Saviour came down and suffered all our pains to know us makes it that much more worth it. He has been where I have been. He has been where you have been. He knows us - He actually knows us. And, in all, He loves us more than we could ever imagine.

Each of us has a purpose in this life. If not, He'd never have sent us here. So don't give up! He needs you - and all that you can offer.

At the Zone Conference, I was able to meet Elder Webb (my Never Dad). He calls me his Never Son. Let me explain - I was supposed to serve in Lesotho, with Him as my trainer (Father). But Elder Martin did not have a license. Yes, we're blaming it on Him. And just as punishment, all the people in his area are calling him Elder Smith. So meet Elder Webb, the Father I never had.

After Zone Conference, I cut my hair. Yeah, there is this lady in our area, Nthabileng, whose daughter is a member (whom we just reactivated - brought back to Church). The first time we met she says, "Elder Smith, I hope you know that I'm your new hairdresser. Whenever you need your hair cut, you come to me.

At Zone Training Meeting, exactly as the name implies, we went over the training package and spoke a bit on planning and habits. Habits - the reason for every success and failure that ever was, choose them wisely.

On Thursday I went on exchanges with Elder Brimhall in Bloemfontein. The guy has insane gospel knowledge. Together we discussed doctrines (both deep and simple), studies responses to those who decide to Bible bash us, and prepared well to help an ex-member and his wife (non-member) quit smoking.

We also locked the keys in the boarding. Yep, we locked the gate with no way to get in. Fortunately, the door was unlocked and his neighbour was kind enough to lend us her broom. But much to our dismay, it was too short. We were then able to use it to drag the mop out of the house, which we were able to tie to the broom with a coathanger wire that just so happened to be lying around. With the support of Elder Brimhall's shoe, we were able to drag the keys out of the boarding and open the gate.

It was great. We even taught seminary that evening (scripture study class). Only one person pitched up, but it made the lesson that much more meaningful.

On to the rest of the week; I'm convinced tracting and finding is just a drudge way of filling time so that Heavenly Father eventually says, "They've been working hard, let me give them an investigator."

I'm serious. We were teaching this guy who doesn't seem all that interested and suddenly his friends pop up. We weren't able to start over with them, so we just continued with the Book of Mormon. We invite them to Church, and low and behold only his friends come. His friends who say that they will be coming back without us even asking them. We see them again on Thursday (they're students at UTC and UFS).

Oh, and I wish I knew before I came out on mission (so that I could have bought more long sleeve shirts) - in many beliefs, praying to God wearing a short-sleeve short is an absolute no go. So here's to washing my long-sleeve shirts often before I can buy more.

That's all the time I have now. Just know that you are all in my prayers, day in and day out. Mission is great. The people are great - even when they bail, even when they reject. We're all sons and daughters of God.

Stay strong. God loves you - and so do I.

In the Field

I am out in the field... no longer training at the School of Prophets (Mission Training Center). Rather, spreading the word in South Africa Durban; more specifically, Botshabelo.

Yes, I am not in KwaZulu-Natal; I am in the Free State, serving in a township west of Lesotho. My companion, Elder Ocitti (hitherto referred to as my Father, a.k.a my Trainer), is from Uganda. And we, he and I, are the only two missionaries in the Botshabelo area (consisting of approximately two million people).

 Let me get started. Our boarding is actually in Bloemfontein, which means we drive out to the area every morning (about 45km). So that means I'm driving. First area, driving a Nissan Hardbody 2.5 in area with potholes. Yea, I'll call them that. Even though there is often a gap in the middle of the road - literally. More sand than road, more holes than landfill. But it's great!

Elder Ocitti is DLT (District Leader and Trainer) for our four man district - which includes Thaba-Nchu. The Elders serving that side are Elders Payne and Agabu (who served with me in the MTC).

So far, much has happened. From the MTC to the airport (meeting a musician from Brazil and an electrical engineer from Italy - Elder Martin and I tracted them). From the airport to the mission home in Durban. President Zackrison and his wife are great. An interview longer than any before and a driving test two hours after arriving. Let me say, waking up at 04:00 and driving an automatic car for the first time as a sudden and unexpected test - not fun. At least I have the experience now, and the authorization to be designated driver now. Which includes daily reports and servicing every 15 000km. We drive 100km a day.

From Durban, I boarded a bus to Bloemfontein. Nine hours on a bus, staying awake until 04:00, only to start working at 06:30 that same day.

And boy, what a journey it's been. We have five baptisms on date, 35 lessons each week, and we still find time to contact, and get home before 09:00. That means a solid seven lessons each day. Fortunately, people in Botshabelo are hospitable. We knock on their door and the first thing they say is, "Dumelang ntati, you can sit down." Often followed with a glass of something to drink.

One of our investigators, whom my companion and I invited to be baptized last week, reminded me so much of when I was investigating. His name is Tumelo, and he'd been taught by missionaries for quite some time. We were teaching him the Restoration, and he expressed that he didn't actually want to join because he noticed that being a member of the Church meant keeping commitments - specifically, covenants made with God. I was prompted to share my experience of only finding out, with certainty, after laying aside all distractions, prepared to follow through with any answer God gave me - and only then did I receive my answer.

We shared with him the first vision, an answer to Joseph Smith's prayer and told him that he would find no answer until he got committed. The Spirit was strong in that lesson - and we asked him, what was he willing to do when God answered. It rained that night - as it did when I received my answer - and I just knew. When we returned two days later he said, "I want to be baptized. I know this is God's Church." My heart was filled with so much joy. And I must say, he's been learning and understanding so much since that decision - participating as if he were already a member.

Getting to know the people has been great - with other powerful experiences along the way.

And then there are also those moments that you would never expect. Like praying in Afrikaans because the only two languages many people understand are Sotho and Afrikaans. Like tracting into Jehovah Witnesses - in Afrikaans - only to find them desiring to Bible bash with their Sotho scriptures... Right, because that's why we're here.

But all in all, it has been great. I found some time to read letters my friends and family left for me - and how grateful I am for the support (even though many expressed not quite understanding why). I am blessed to have people who love me anyway.

Now, a question I shared with family and friends:

What does it mean to us that the Savior has suffered "pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind" (e.g, Alma 7:11), has "descended below all things" (e.g., D&C 88:5), and was "in all points tempted like as we" (e.g., Hebrews 4:15)?

Alma 7:11 teaches us that Christ suffered pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind. D&C 88:5 teaches us that He descended below all things. And Hebrews 4:15 teaches us that He was tempted just as we were.

This tells us that He came down from above, from being King of kings, to be human just as we are. He descended below all things - he had no money, no home, no worldly possessions. The Creator of Heaven and earth came to the world with nothing, being born in a manger, and was tempted with all manner of temptations. Still, He persevered. Still, He never gave in.

For me, this means He truly knows us and everything we could ever go through. For me, this means that He loves and cares for us more than we could ever imagine. For me, this means more than words can describe. And, for me, this means that I owe Him all that I am - even though I can never repay Him for what He has done.

And as I close today, I'd just like to say, in two weeks I've seen more witnesses to God's love and mercy than ever before. I've felt His love and seen His work - and I know, without a doubt, that this Gospel is true. We learn from history that prior to 1820, the Christian world had grown to a place where they feared God more than they trusted in Him - where they prayed because of commandment, while some were taught not to pray at all. And it was only after the restoration that people were reminded that prayer is a two-way communication.

I reiterate, only after the restoration did people (from various sects and creeds of Christianity) begin praying to God for answers. Only after the restoration did people once again begin believing in the power of God and His love for man. Only after the restoration, did people begin praying to develop a relationship with our God. Now I don't know about you, but a religion that reminded the world that God still cares is one I'm willing to take a chance on.

Day One at the MTC

First day at the Mission Training Center; it has finally arrived. I am safe, I am well, and I am happy.

Let me start with the day. Basic morning packing and a drive down to Roodepoort, where I was welcomed by President and Sister Collins. I received my name tags, only to find that I am not the only Elder Smith at the MTC.

Yes, there is another Smith. Shocker! His name is Christian Scott Smith from Washington, USA. Fortunately, I guess, he's not serving in South Africa Durban, rather, in Ugandah, and he's confidently loud (unlike myself).

I was the first to arrive at the room I'll be sleeping, so I got to choose my bed (room 8). The place is really nice. Clean.

We filled out a personal history questionnaire and did our medical history, just for admin purposes. And then I had an interview with President Collins. Guess what? I forgot my suit jacket. You see, I said I'd forget something. They were, however, kind enough to lend me a spare they had in one of the garages.

The interview went well. We did Doctrine and Covenants 4:2:

"Therefore, O ye that embark in the service of God, see that ye serve him with all your heart, might, mind and strength, that ye may stand blameless before God at the last day."

So this is my invitation to you, take these words to heart. Serve the Lord, our God, with all your heart; love the work, love the people, and care for them. Then with all your might; be determined, and give a concerted effort. Study in your mind, think of the Lord and all His blessing; "let your thoughts be garnished with virtue". And never forget to labour with your strength, propelled by might and determination, to do the Lord's work wherever ye may be.

We just had lunch; meat pie, chips and veggies. I'm getting to know the people slowly and look forward to what the MTC has to offer.

Oh, and before I forget, the setting apart was amazing. I met with Bishop Kirchmann and President Msiza at Alberton Chapel with my mother and sister. The blessing was powerful, the Spirit was felt, and I'm truly looking forward to the fulfilling of these words.

May the Lord bless you, and may your days be filled with opportunities.