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Monday, March 28, 2016

Week #68 - Happy Easter

Alright so my companion is out! Dead, he is going home. :'( He's been a great companion and now I'm getting Elder Bigler and Ill being training him as a ZL, so that will be so fun. He seems dope already, but its been a weird week with a companion that's so close to home. Anyway, email because he needs some dates when he gets home He's a good looking Australian who can sing, what more do you need? :) (He will be in St.George)

Anyway, I will send a voice recording next week with my new comp and man this week is packed! We literally are not proselyting till after 3 everyday because we have meetings and assignments everyday, then conference. I'm pumped!

But hey, I really love you guys, don't really know what more to say but that I love you and I have this quote from Bruce R. McConkie for Easter. Remember the Savior! 

"We do not know, we cannot tell, no mortal mind can conceive the full import of what Christ did in Gethsemane. We know he sweat great gouts of blood from every pore as he drained the dregs of that bitter cup his Father had given him. We know he suffered, both body and spirit, more than it is possible for man to suffer, except it be unto death. We know that in some way, incomprehensible to us, his suffering satisfied the demands of justice, ransomed penitent souls from the pains and penalties of sin, and made mercy available to those who believe in his holy name. We know that he lay prostrate upon the ground as the pains and agonies of an infinite burden caused him to tremble and would that he might not drink the bitter cup. As near as we can judge, these infinite agonies--this suffering beyond compare--continued for some three or four hours. 
After this--his body then wrenched and drained of strength--he confronted Judas and the other incarnate devils, some from the very Sanhedrin itself; and he was led away with a rope around his neck, as a common criminal with reeds of wrath they rained blows upon his back. Blood ran down his face as a crown of thorns pierced his trembling brow. But above it all he was scourged, scourged with forty stripes save one, scourged with a multithonged whip into whose leather strands sharp bones and cutting metals were woven. Many died from scourging alone, but he rose from the sufferings of the scourge that he might die an ignominious death upon the cruel cross of Calvary. Then he carried his own cross until he collapsed from the weight and pain and mounting agony of it all. 
Finally, on a hill called Calvary--again, it was outside Jerusalem’s walls--while helpless disciples looked on and felt the agonies of near death in their own bodies, the Roman soldiers laid him upon the cross. With great mallets they drove spikes of iron through his feet and hands and wrists. Truly he was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities. Then the cross was raised that all might see and gape and curse and deride. This they did, with evil venom, for three hours from 9:00 A.M. to noon. 
And, finally, when the atoning agonies had taken their toll--when the victory had been won, when the Son of God had fulfilled the will of his Father in all things--then he said, “It is finished".  His rising from death on the third day crowned the Atonement. Again, in some way incomprehensible to us, the effects of his resurrection pass upon all men so that all shall rise from the grave. 
He is our Lord, our God, and our King. This I know of myself independent of any other person. I am one of his witnesses, and in a coming day I shall feel the nail marks in his hands and in his feet and shall wet his feet with my tears. But I shall not know any better then than I know now that he is God’s Almighty Son, that he is our Savior and Redeemer, and that salvation comes in and through his atoning blood and in no other way."

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