Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Power of Pure Testimony

We've all heard the phrase "every member a missionary", right? We've all heard that and perhaps felt a small pang of guilt for maybe not sharing it as much as you could...I think we all go through that. I still remember the moment on my mission when I read Mosiah 18:8-9 and realized that it's...well, let's read it and see what it says. The prophet's words are way better than mine. So in this chapter, Alma is preaching to his brave followers. They had to listen in secret in a place called Mormon, a small grove of trees with a fountain of water. In this part, Alma is teaching of them of the pre-requisites  and requirements to be baptized-

 8 And it came to pass that he said unto them: Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light;
 Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life—

Through the beautiful restoration of the gospel, we are put under these same requirements through our baptism. So let's think about that for a sec; when we are baptized in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, we promised to BE WITNESSES OF GOD, even unto death. I mean, that's kind of intense! I didn't know that when I was baptized at age 8. Or ya know, maybe that's not the best way to put it. This is one thing that I love about the church...we are all taught at the pace we need when we need it. Perhaps at age eight, I heard stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death more like play nice with the other kids or if the Savior stood beside you, would you do the things you do?
Sorry, I went off on a tangent.
Let's think a little more about that...witnesses of God at all times, and in all things, and in all places. That means standing up for what's right and for what you believe in, even when you stand alone. President Monson has said "May we have the COURAGE to stand for what we believe." I like that extra word in there...courage. In spanish, the word for courage is valentia. When I look at that, I think of the word valiant. Valentia also means bold, which you all know, is MY word.
So let's look at it...we promised to be bold :) we promised to be bold and to share the gospel and to stand up for what we know is right and true and good. I know that God is our Heavenly Father and has sent his spirit to every one of us at one point or another, because He WANTS us to feel loved. He WANTS us to feel His existence and His presence. One of my favorite things to teach as a missionary was the role of the Holy Ghost in our own personal conversion. What we found was that many times, people have felt this beautiful, testifying spirit, but they simply didn't recognize what- or who- it was. Let's go to Galatians for just a sec.

22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
23 Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

Have you ever felt love? Love for someone as you listen to them tell you of their cares and their worries? Joy? Joy at seeing your good deed put a smile on someone's face? Peace? Peace in knowing that you stood up for what's right, even if they jeered with scorn? We have big, memorable moments of feeling the spirit, of course. When we get baptized,  maybe at EFY or some other church youth program, maybe even in the midst of a trial and we get a pang of love from our Heavenly Father...we all have those unforgettable spiritual moments. But sometimes we look over without acknowledging the small moments of simple, love, joy, peace and so on. And those are the moments that sustain us in the fulfillment of our baptismal covenants! Because those are the moments that strengthen our testimonies and drive us to share it with others.

Alma 4:19-20:

 19 And this he did that he himself might go forth among his people, or among the people of Nephi, that he might preach the word of God unto them, to stir them up in remembrance of their duty, and that he might pull down, by the word of God, all the pride and craftiness and all the contentions which were among his people, seeing no way that he might reclaim them save it were in bearing down in pure testimony against them.
 20 And thus in the commencement of the ninth year of the reign of the judges over the people of Nephi, Alma delivered up the judgment-seat to Nephihah, and confined himself wholly to the high priesthood of the holy order of God, to the testimony of the word, according to the spirit of revelation and prophecy.

In this scripture, Alma the younger is preaching to a wayward people. A people that he loves very much. It says that he was trying to "stir them up in remembrance of their duty" by "bearing pure testimony." I know that our pure testimonies, when born with a Christ-like love, have power to "stir" people up in remembrance: remembrance of the love of God for them, to stir them up in the remembrance of the truthfulness of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
All we have to do is open our mouths! All we have to do is express our love for others and for the gospel, and God will do the rest. He will send His spirit. I just know it. I love this gospel and I love seeing how it changes people. It is a beautiful transformation. And we have the responsibility and blessing to share our testimonies of it's beautiful, transforming power.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

End of my Adventure...and the Start of a New One

Well everyone...although it seems unbelievable...I AM HOME! One of the very first things that my parents told me that I must do once I get home and settled in is that I must post on the blog, because there are a few people that want to know how it all went. So here we go! I am going to talk about my return home and what has been going on this first week of being home.
I will start with what happened the evening before I left my Chile; we do something very special for the missionaries going home in my mission; we have the opportunity to invite our Chilean family, all those that we have met and come into contact with during our time serving, and they all come to the chapel where the mission office is and we have a little testimony meeting and we have just the whole evening to visit with one another, to share memories and experiences and to really bask in all of the love that comes with serving a mission. Truly Wonderful.
The next day, we had the changes conference with the whole mission where we shared our testimonies and were able to say good bye to all the missionaries. That afternoon at 5:30, we were at the airport checking in our bags.
Now I will be honest...during the good byes, with my Chilean family and my other missionary friends, I didn't cry. And I thought to myself..."Goodness, what's wrong with me? Shouldn't I be crying? Shouldn't I be a little emotional, at least a little?" I have never been much of a crier... but I was expecting at least something. I mean, I just gave 18 months of my life to this beautiful country, to these amazing people, all to serve the Lord and help others feel loved and know that God has a plan... how is it that I am not crying? I dunno, it honestly made me feel a little BAD. Like, I SHOULD be crying right now! What's my problem?!
And then we started taking pictures with our mission president and his wife, Presidente and Hermana Barreros. And when Hna. B hugged me...that is when I lost it.  Even through saying good bye, my final testimonies, through all that, the thing that got me was her hug in the airport. That was when it all came crashing down that it was ENDING. The final hug from my mission president's wife. She just hugged me, told me that they were proud of me (just like a mom would say), and that is when the tears came. Here I am at the airport, at the end of my mission, and I will never step foot in Chile again as a missionary. It was heavy on my shoulders.
The flights were pretty calm; I started getting less sad and more bubbly when I saw my Utah mountains- I AM HOME! My heart started pumping pumping pumping, and it just got crazier as the plane landed, we took down our carry ons, wove our way through the airport maze, and suddenly...there is the escalator. I was with the other two sister missionaries that were returning to Utah from my mission, and we could see banners and balloons and LOTS of people waiting at the bottom. We did rock paper scissors to see who would go down first, and as we started to descend...oh, how the crowd went wild!
Hugged my mom...and we cried. She is my best friend.
Hugged my dad...and we cried. It is thanks to him that I served a mission.
Hugged my brother...he picked me up, swung me around and cried as well.  with how our missions overlapped and his service in the National Guard, we haven't seen each other in about 3 years. He is a hero.
High fived my Grandma. She is a convert and one of the coolest Grandmas ever.
Shook my boyfriend's hand. He got home a month earlier from Texas.
More hugs. More tears. More happiness. I am completely convinced that there are few feelings more joyful than returning from your mission and embracing your family and your loved ones and knowing that YOU DID IT! D and C 130:2.
And you know what, this first week was great. Today marks one week, 7 days of being home. And it has been wonderful. Let us be frank...there are many that say that returning home from the mission is hard. I heard all sorts of crazy stuff...that I wouldn't want to leave my room for two weeks. That I would be awkward and unable to communicate. That I would fall into a depression. That all that I would want to do is go back and leave my house to go out and teach and that I would just cry a lot...I feel that I had heard it all. And it made me a little nervous.
I want to set it all straight...returned missionaries, we can be happy coming home from our missions! It does not have to be miserable! Do not let it all get to your head! I just KNOW that finishing the mission is tough, but it can also be joyful. You can spend it being all bummed out, and I know that we all handle things differently...but don't let the expectation of sadness get to your head. I miss my Chile. I miss my Chilean family. But I am joyful to be home. And I am joyful to continue on with this next part of my life.
And remember...be bold, stay rad, do what you do...and let your light so shine :)

Ashlynne Rose Harkins