Hey y'all!
Not a lot happened last week but we had a good time!
We went on exchanges with the Assistants on Tuesday. I went to their area. We drove pretty much all day delivering stuff to other missionaries and all kinds of administrative stuff. Not the fun stuff!
Wednesday we had our Zone Training. That was fun! :) The theme was conversion, and how we need to be constantly strengthening our own conversion. It was really interesting.
Most of the week we spent knocking on peoples doors. Not a whole lot of highlights there, but we had Stake Conference over the weekend and there was an area seventy there, Elder Bluth. He shared this story... (it is trimmed due to lack of time)
When Elder Bluth was young his Dad had lots of sheep. One year there was a late frost after all the sheep had been sheared and that killed a lot of the sheep. It left 350 baby lambs without their mothers. Without theirs moms they had no way to eat because they were too young to eat the grass because they didn't have teeth. So, the Dad went to Elder Bluth and his brother and told them if they helped him care for the baby lambs he would split the profit with them in the fall. They got right to work. They built a feeding trough and put some milk in it and herded the sheep to the trough but they wouldn't eat. After trying and trying they came to the conclusion that they would need to take each lamb in their arms and feed each one with a bottle or the lambs would starve to death. At night coyotes would sit on the hill and howl. In the mornings they would come and find their handiwork, 3 - 4 dead lambs here and there. When their Father was home, he would go out and fire his rifle into the air to scare off any coyotes. They were safe while Father was home. With all their efforts some still starved and passed on. Over time they got used to disposing of the dead lambs. Until they named one. It had a black spot on his nose and would stay at their feet while they worked. He knew their voice and would come when they called. Then one morning they came to find him under a tree. Elder Bluth picked up the dead lamb and carried him in his arms to his Father and said, "is there anyone to help us feed our sheep?" His Father held him while he cried, then they dug a grave and buried the lamb. Then his Father reminded him of when the Savior said "Feed my lambs. Feed my sheep. Feed my sheep."
I really liked this story. I pulled a lot of symbolism out of it. Hopefully y'all enjoy it! Love y'all!
Love,
Elder Harper
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