I
think I knew for a long time that I was going to go on a mission, but it took a
long time for me to come to terms with that. I ultimately decided when I was in
France on my study abroad in Paris.
I
ran into my friend Zach Adams, who is serving his mission in Paris (the lucky
kid). We got to talk after a church meeting where all of the speakers talked
about missionary work and how much they loved serving. Zach told me that
serving a mission was the best decision he has ever made and that I should
seriously think about going too. I went home that night feeling unsettled,
because I knew I would have to make up my mind about serving a mission soon.
After a series of unfortunate events, the next Sunday morning, my roommate in Paris and I missed our bus to the train station for church. The way the train schedules worked, we would be missing about half of the meeting by the time we got there. We sat on the bus and I stared out the window, just being grumpy. And then I decided to pull out my scriptures and read. And this is what came up on my little iPhone screen:
After a series of unfortunate events, the next Sunday morning, my roommate in Paris and I missed our bus to the train station for church. The way the train schedules worked, we would be missing about half of the meeting by the time we got there. We sat on the bus and I stared out the window, just being grumpy. And then I decided to pull out my scriptures and read. And this is what came up on my little iPhone screen:
Then
Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of
eternal life.
And
we believe and are sure that thou art that Christ, the Son of the living God.
John
6:68-69
I
know that I'm not Simon Peter. But in that moment, I felt like I should be the
one asking the Lord to whom I should go. Because I know for myself that he has
the words of eternal life. I know and am sure that he is Christ, the Son of the
living God, and that He lives. And in that moment, I knew that all plans I had
made for my future not involving a mission didn't matter any more. All that
mattered was that I knew that the lord wanted me to share the knowledge that I
have of Christ, the son of the living god.
I didn’t care if I was going to be “old” by BYU standards when I got back
from a mission. I didn’t care that I would still have a few more years of
school to finish when I got home. I didn’t care that I would be putting
absolutely everything in my life on hold. I sat on that bus, driving past the
park near the Eiffel Tower, and cried unashamedly in front of the French, who
never show their emotions in public, because I felt so happy and at peace and relieved
that I had finally listened to the promptings pushing me in the direction I
needed to go.
With that being
said, even after knowing that I should go on a mission, I wasn’t quite sure I
knew if I wanted to go. I prayed for the desire to go on a mission, and to
understand why it was that for 18 months I was willing to give up everything,
move to a foreign country, learn Thai, and deal with the biggest bugs known to
man.
There is a verse
in the Book of Mormon in which the prophet Nephi says, “feast upon
the words
of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all
things what ye should do.”(2 Nephi 32:3)
I decided to do
that, and do you know what I found, over and over again? Christ’s simple
admonition to all mankind.
Come follow me.
Come follow me.
Christ had
complete control over his words. He knew the impact that this phrase would
have, and as someone who loves words and languages, as my mom has already
mentioned, it blows my mind that in three words, he was able to change a
nation. These three words spread to all nations, kindreds, tongues, and people,
and have changed the entire world for over 2,000 years. These three words have
stood the test of time. While Christ’s words have not changed, they will
continue to change the world, and us, if we let them.
By choosing to
follow Christ, I have found more hope and happiness than I can even begin to describe.
I know that He is my Savior. He is the Savior. He has suffered for each and
every one of us. He knows us so personally, and loves us so perfectly, that He
gave his life for us. It’s a love that I can’t even begin to understand, even
though I have tried.
But it doesn’t
matter how I know it, or if I understand all that happened in Gethsemane or on
the cross completely. What matters is what I do with that knowledge.
So I want to
serve a mission so that others can understand the happiness that I have, and so
that they can have it for themselves. So that others can come to know their
Savior personally and know that we are never alone. We are as close to the
Savior and our Father as we want to be. They are always listening to us and
they want to bless us. I am going to serve a mission so that the people I teach
in Thailand can understand that we are all Children of our Heavenly Father and
that He loves us. Individually, and perfectly.
I know that this gospel is true, and I can't wait to share it with the people of Thailand. I know that Jesus is the Christ, that He is my Savior, and that He lives. I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God, that Joseph Smith was a prophet and that he restored Christ's church to the earth, and that Thomas S. Monson is the living prophet today. I know that God loves each and every one of us, and I am so excited to be able to share my knowledge of this with others, every single day for the next 18 months.
I say these things in the name of
Jesus Christ, Amen.
So beautifully said. I am in awe of your testimony.
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