These are the people that the gospel was made for. The people who are captive. Shackled to the gutter they lie in, but gazing at the stars. Willing to change. Begging to change. Condemned to oblivion, but awaiting their savior.
The prodigals who return home, and weep in the arms of their father who has run out to meet them.
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Still working on the district name for the transfer.
No General Conference this week, unfortunately. That will be this coming Saturday and Sunday. We did have a Zone Conference though, and that was almost as good, right? Right? (sigh)
Found out that our temple day is the last week of the transfer, which I am not happy about. The new video is here, but I still haven't seen it.
This week we met with one of our investigators. I'll hold his name back, but he is dealing with just about every problem that you can possibly imagine. We were teaching him last night and he just sort of opened up and told us about how he is into tobacco, alchohol, hard drugs (which is an insanely big deal in Korea. This is only the second person I've met with that problem and when Elder K heard, he was incredulous). His family relationships are nigh on non existent. He used to fight a lot and served time in prison. His arms are covered with scars on about every stretch of skin imaginable from where he cut himself when he was younger. He struggles with depression, contemplates and has attempted suicide on a handful of occasions. His body has been so destroyed by everything else, that he is in pain nearly every waking moment, on or off of the drugs.
These are the people that the gospel was made for. The people who are captive. Shackled to the gutter they lie in, but gazing at the stars. Willing to change. Begging to change. Condemned to oblivion, but awaiting their savior.
The prodigals who return home, and weep in the arms of their father who has run out to meet them.
"You gave me so much more than I could ever ask for,
But I turned and followed a road that left me hollow,
And still you waited for me to come back home.
You brought me home."
Bring them home everybody. The Savior stands at the door and knocks, but I don't think he'd mind us giving them a call for him every once in a while.
Elder Whitlock
