Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Without warning the storm had let out snow the size of cotton balls, and after no time, began to reach my ankle, then my shin, and to the middle of my hip. My father was beginning to worry. Me a 12 year old boy and 55 year old man stuck on a 10,000ft mountain; as the story takes its twist, we could not do anything but wait.
After two or three hours, I became uneasy. We set out and found cover in a small cove of trees, where we could stay free from wind and snow. I gathered wood, bark and all I could find to start a fire. We both came close to our small but warm fire and huddled until the storm had passed.
It was the longest 2 hours of my life. I contemplated how we were going to survive--how could we live through such horrible circumstances? I told myself we were doomed to eternal misery on top of this lifeless mountain. But that was not the case; I had been prepared. I brought my survival kit, which included a knife, matches, blanket, food, and water. It was enough to survive for a couple days.
Why should I have worried? I had my father with me, even though I felt alone. When I was young and scared, I didn't know the mountain well, but my father did. He knew the plan, the path, he knew what I needed to be safe. That is why he warned me to bring my survival kit.
I want to relate this story to our Heavenly Father. He cares and He knows what we are going through. He knows the path, the way. He sent his son Jesus Christ to comfort us and create a path for us to return to him. Heavenly Father knows the way to be safe. Have patience, read His word and He will show you the way.
Although I was nervous and losing touch with hope, my father looked at me and said, "everything will be ok, the storm will pass." Those short words comforted me like a warm blanket. Everything will be ok.
As time went by, the storm eventually passed, and we were able to walk down the mountain to our destination.
We need to listen to our fathers more, not only our ''earthly fathers'' but our Heavenly Father.
"Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?"
Just as the survival kit could have saved our lives, Heavenly Father has given us spiritual survival kits. Scriptures, Prophets, and the Holy Ghost. We need to be in tune, and remember His survival kits.
How do you survive your hardest storms?
Photo from: http://www.snowscenes.net/
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Elder Chris Spendlove and I invite people to come unto Christ and would love to share the gospel with any of your friends or family near us.
My experience on my mission has been without a doubt a life changing experience. With the growth of technology and the cyber world we live in today, we needed to expand our horizon and take step towards reaching those who are ready to hear the gospel using social media techniques. Those who are willing to follow Christ.
Being a missionary is the most difficult experience I have faced in my short twenty years of life. There has been heartache, discouragement, and the evil one creeping into my mind from time to time. Although it has been rough, my mission has been a LIFE CHANGING experience, that money couldn't buy and is worth the effort.
Online missionary work to me is complementary with regular proselyting missionary work. We invite, we find, and we teach. I have found it very useful in my day-to-day activities, particularly using it for finding people who are hard to catch at home or are otherwise busy. I send them my blog posts or I send them a Facebook message. I ask them about their fears, desires or wants. I refer them to Mormon.Org to read my experience or others real life stories of people struggling with similar concerns. Anything to open a door for a question, or concern about there own life. I know it helps with missionary work to use these new tools for communication.
I hope to find better ways to find, teach, and bring those who are searching for the truth unto Christ. Bring those who need to be aided by his hand, giving love, and comfort.
[Image]I know through our online missionary efforts, we can help the Savior with His work in bringing His lost sheep unto him. I know these things to be true. I am here to help those in the Ukiah, California area find answers to their gospel question. Check out my blog to get to know me better:
Or contact me via Facebook or my email.
Elder Cameron Wright, California Santa Rosa Mission (LDS Online Missionary)
Sunday, November 14, 2010
When one has a stormy day, the other unfolds the umbrella. We are here to be with our family, not only for time, but for eternity.
"And, ye fathers . . . . bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord."
The gospel of Jesus Christ will unify your family. Bring them together and strengthen them against He who wants to destroy your family.
I love my family, I am so grateful for the sacrifices my mother and father have made for me and my brothers. They really put up with a lot.
HOW CAN YOU PROTECT YOUR FAMILY?
Saturday, November 13, 2010
The start of a long road had accompanied me and further training was needed. I was currently on an exchange, or a training guideline with a older, more experienced missionary. To detail the story somewhat more, we were on this exchange north of Middletown, in the city of Clearlake. To all those who know Clearlake they can tell you somewhat more of the surroundings of this wrecked and rusty little town. People are poor and the roads have three foot pot holes every ten feet. Half of the town is paved with dirt and ditches, where if you don't have a four wheeled vehicle, you wouldn't make it to your destination. As you can imagine, old buildings with dark and dreary bars, streets covered by those who infest the late hours of the night. "Depressed city" would be a good name for this sad little town.
I want to tell a story which evolves a family of five boys, one little girl and a single grandmother.
As I was on this exchange with an missionary named Elder Wilkerson, he told me about a humble and loving family, who the missionaries called "The Boys".
The day swiftly went by, as we taught the Gospel of Christ to all those who would receive it. Around 7:30 in the evening we drove our truck down a small dirt road, heading towards a trailer park on the edge of the Clearlake. We pulled up, put the truck into park and discussed what our lesson would be. As we were conversing, I peered around to see our surroundings. The trailer we had pulled in front of was old and the paint had faded to a degree of red, the molded, cracked deck was falling into pieces. The overhang of the deck was made out of fiberglass and was beginning to come apart.
We jumped out of the truck, stepped onto the wobbling wood steps and knocked at the sliding door. With hand prints and smudges on the glass, an older woman drug the door open. She grimaced with a overwhelming smile and said, "Elders, come on in." The first thing she did was yell, "BOYS!! the missionaries are here to teach!"
She was so happy we had taken the time to come over to her house.
Our next movement was welcomed into the small 15 ft x 30 ft trailer. I felt as if I was dungeoned into a small cave and given no oxygen to breathe. The midst of the home was covered in cigarette smoke and only a two seat couch, which was taken by an older man in his 70's. The floor was a smashed down carpet, leaving a person to think it was tile. The couch was ripped, kitchen floor was cut, and the mold from the wet winter had seeped in the ceiling. From my encounter, these people were very poor, and had little money to spare.
Surprisingly, in the corner of my eye I noticed some "Boys" walk down a shoulder to shoulder hall way. One at a time they filed into the room to meet the missionaries. Each of these boys (not to mention a small girl about 6 years of age) were holding a set of scriptures and were cleaning up for dinner. The oldest boy was in his mid teens, I would say 15, and the youngest of the 6 was a six year old girl.
The grandmother of the boys led the children into the small kitchen, where stood a round table, with a red cloth laying over it. Around we gathered with six dinner bowls, and a pot filled with a watered down roast beef soup. The grandmother handed me a large spoon and said, serve the children. I did as I was told, and served one by one till all the bowls were filled with scanty portions of the supper.
After every bowl was filled, Grandma expressed gratitude for us being in their home, and mentioned a prayer would be necessary before they began their meals.
The oldest began with a humble prayer of gratitude. As the silence filled the room, everyone bowed their heads and he began his prayer, thanking Heavenly Father for everything he had in his life: his shoes, shirt, socks, baseball, food, school, and his grandmother, etc. He told Heavenly Father he loved him, and he was so thankful for all the blessing he had in his life. He asked if he could have an opportunity to play a sport in high school. He asked God for safety, to watch over his little brothers and sister; to watch over his mother who was, unfortunately, in jail for drug abuse; to be with him throughout his day and night.
After a close of his humble prayer, I looked at my companion with tears in my eyes, and couldn't hold back. He was so thankful for all the blessings he had in his life and what seemed to me as nothing. This family's possessions were of no worth--they had no vehicle, owned nothing of any worth, yet this boy was so thankful for what he did have.
When the first was over, the next child had a turn to pray over the food to thank our Heavenly Father for all the blessings they have had received. One after another, they all gave thanks for the blessings in their lives. My companion and I were in drowning tears. I couldn't hold back the water from my eyes. My heart was touched by the love of God for His children. He cared for each and everyone of these kids, and they knew it. They knew God! They understood Him far more than I did at that point in my life.
I was greatly humbled this day. I really know why we need to be grateful. We have so much. Our Heavenly Father loves us and knows what blessings we receive in our lives.
This led me to become more grateful and to write a post about my experience.
One of our Latter-day Apostles gave a wonderful talk concerning the Christlike Attribute of Gratitude. Gratitude is thankfulness, or appreciation of a positive emotion or attitude in acknowledgment of a benefit that one has received or will receive. Being grateful for someone or about something, is a great characteristic one can achieve by love and caring.
The attribute of Gratitude has been on my mind for quite some time. I keep reflecting my life at home, seeing the things I could have done better. My family is my support, and I somewhat took advantage of their love and kindness. I need to be more GRATEFUL!!
I can't name all the wonderful blessings in my own life. I thank my Heavenly Father for all the things I have in my own life. Sometimes when we get down on ourselves, we don't realize or remember our wonderful blessings.
President Monson Quotes:
"We can lift ourselves, and others as well, when we refuse to remain in the realm of negative thought and cultivate within our hearts an attitude of gratitude".
I would like to thank my mother for carrying me for nine months of her life, waking up sick, wanting to eat but her body rejecting any piece of food she struggled to inhale, then putting up with me for 20 years. Thanks Mom.
I am grateful for my father who would push me and push me to do my chores, waking me up for work everyday, giving me the gift of carpentry, and showing me love when I made unwise decisions.
I'm thankful for my grandparents that tuned into the foundation of righteousness, and setting good examples for generations to come.
We truly have been given so much. I cannot wait until the day I can give my grandpa a big hug and tell him I love him. I would tell him so much. Fortunately someday I will see him and I will give him a big hug. I will thank him. We need to be grateful for what we have now!!
We all have different stories but we can still find something, anything we are thankful for. God loves us. He wants us to be thankful for everything we have. When we have nothing, we have God, and he truly is all we need.
"ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE" As we have a Grateful heart, we will see Heavenly Fathers blessings in our life. He sincerely does care about Everyone!!
Elder Cameron Wright
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
- Have you ever wondered if the Book of Mormon is the word of God?
- Was Joseph Smith a prophet?
- Did he really see God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ?
Joseph Smith gave his life for our Savior Jesus Christ. He died for him like unto apostle's of old. Remember the history of Paul? He was well to do in the Jewish culture. His birthright, education, and standing in the Jewish community was of high honor. He said, "Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ, " He was taken later in life and killed for what he manifested to be the word of God.
Many of the Apostles were martyred, for the sake of Christ, and God.
Andrew and Bartholomew, both being put to death by Crucifixion. James, Son of Alphaeus, was stoned to death by the Jews. James, Son of Zebedee, was killed by King Herod. The brother of James, John the baptist, was beheaded for the ministry. For the Cause of Christ.
We see that these men died and sealed their testimonies with their very own blood. Joseph Smith being a Prophet, Seer, and Revelator, sealed his testimony with his OWN blood. The work of the ministry can and will move forward. Joseph Smith brought back the small and simple truths that were lost, taken and misunderstood to be understood. Through Joseph Smith, Christ could bring back His gospel to its fullest. By reading the Book of Mormon, you can pray about its message and gain your own conviction.
Monday, November 8, 2010
He said, "Do you work at Safeway?" (Which we get a lot of because of our black name badges.)
We replied, "No, we don't work at Safeway, but we are missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ.."
Drinking from his coffee cup, gave us a different look, being a little embarrassed by his accusation. We both smiled and he asked us where we were from.
We replied, "UTAH."
The conversation went back and forth about subjects of family and interest. He asked us why we had black name badges and in uniform. I explained our purpose as missionaries and invited him to learn more. I asked him if there was any type of help he was needing around the house, garden or anything.
He stopped, looked up from his coffee cup and said, "Are you an Electrician?''
"No" I said, "but I can do the small things."
Almost tipping over in his chair, Said "I need someone to help me put batteries into my smoke alarm. Can you help me? The smoke detectors keep me and my neighbors awake because of the beeping."
It was a simple job to be done. I told him no problem. We exchanged information, and agreed in one hour we would meet him outside of his house.
The hour went by and came time to meet our new friend. As we walked into his square apartment, by the looks of his one seat couch, he hadn't had many people into his home. He lived alone, with only a small radio as his company. He was a retired vet, living off of what seemed to be nothing.
The old man showed us the project he had in store for us and set up a small latter. He handed the batteries to my companion Elder Bevan, and took up his long arms to adjust the smoke detector.
Out of the blue this old man started yelling at us. He said, "YOU BE CAREFUL! Don't screw it up! Can you read?! Open your eyes and read!! You don't know anything about this! You broke my smoke detector!!"
Consistently he told us we didn't know what we were doing. He said to Elder Bevan, "open your eyes to see." Ranting and raving, he kept giving us rude remarks about how we had no clue what we were doing.
I about had enough of his yelling and telling us we had no idea what we were doing. Just a simple act of service was my objective. Not to be yelled at for trying to help.
After we figured out the problem with the smoke detectors, and put in the batteries. The beeping noise coming from the smoke detectors had shut off. The old man finally realized we weren't crazy and settled down a few seconds. He put away his ladder, and paused in the middle of his room. Looked at me and Elder Bevan, and told us how grateful he was for what we had done for him. He said, "Now I can get some sleep tonight." The old man was so thankful for us. He took out his wallet and willingly wanted to give us money. We told him no, but thanks and gave him a card and told him we would be back to visit.
It was interesting to be in this mans home. He had no family, small possessions and little to entertain him. Although he was ranting and raving, but was so grateful for our service.
The Lord wants us to be a tool in his hands. Sometimes we don't understand all the reasons of the Lord, but there is always something in store for us. The Lord used me and my companion to serve, even though at a time I didn't know why we should have been helping this crazy old man when he was yelling at us. But I found out soon after how thankful he was for our help.
"And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God." Ask Heavenly Father to help you serve others, to place you into opportunities to serve. As you do so the Lord will bless you and your family because of your love and kindness.
Check out this web page about service and how it can bless your life. http://www.mormon.org/service/
I know how service can bless us in our lives. I know that when I do help and give service I feel better about myself. I can have a comfort in my heart telling me my service was acceptable. Service is love towards our Heavenly Father. He cares for you and me. Write an experience you had in the past about service? Why it changed your life or the life of someone else. How did you feel the love of God in your life? When did you need service the most? Did Heavenly Father send help?
I love stories so let me know..
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Do you know who you are?
Stand at the mirror. Stare deep into your own eyes, search the inside maze of your life and then close your eyes. Sense the silence, listen close, and say a soft prayer..... Heavenly Father are you there?
I know he is. I know we are children of him who loves us. We have an Identity.
What is your True Identity?
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
I received my call in Las Vegas, Nevada, approximately around ten o'clock at night. My mother calling me on the phone, telling me where I was called to serve.
She told me "Called to serve in the Santa Rosa, California Mission." First thing that went through my mind was, Santa Rosa California? Where in the World could it be? I had no clue where this place was, I had the idea it was southern, towards the border of Mexico. It was a bit surprising to learn it was on the opposite end of the state, Northern California. I looked on a map and peace instantly came over me. I was needed here. Thoughts kept running through my head, what was it like there? Who's going to be my first companion? What are the people like? I was so excited.
Just for your information I had never left my home for more than a week, especially from my parents.
The excitement of going on a mission was overwhelming. As a couple months went by, the day grew closer to enter into the training field. It came very soon. The day I reported to the missionary life of the MTC(Missionary Training Center), I quickly expressed my gratitude to my parents, gave them both hugs and I was off on the journey. Feelings of joy, anxiousness, and desire were swelling in my whole body. As I walked off, my parents were filled with joyous, happy tears. I was ready to go.
Everything was perfect, I was learning, teaching, and was in the center of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
The day came when I entered into the field, it was wonderful. My first area was Middletown, California. I loved it, nothing could take away my joy and excitement. My companion was awesome, the area was beautiful, and life couldn't be changed.
After about 4 weeks in the mission field everything from the change had settled down. My new life had begun. I quickly realized something... something I hadn't felt in my whole life.....I missed home.....I missed my family, friends, and the activities I enjoyed at home. Everything felt so distant in my life. People who I cared about were so far away. I...just...missed them.
For the first time in my life I felt alone. Rejection became more noticeable, people didn't understand how I felt. It was dark, and even in the light I couldn't feel the warmth. Everything seemed to be lost, my desire, excitement, and joy faded away. I wanted to give in to the world, to go home. The contempt of the inadequacy had entered into my mind. The torture inside, or Satan working diligently to bring you down is treacherous. I was sure I could do this by myself, that I could conquer the pain.
Two or three weeks later, I was reading a talk given by Elder Holland(one of many leaders of our church). He Directed his talk to those who feel completely alone. Those who have felt forsaken, betrayed, befriended, or lost. This talk was directed straight to me or anyone who has felt these bitter pains.
Although I was troubled by my own fears or discouragement, I had missed the whole point of the Saviors ministry. I didn't understand his gospel, his work. I didn't realize, I could use Him who knew me and knew how I was feeling. He walked the road of every trial, pain, sickness and temptation for us. I could use him, I could understand he would be there to help me. He knows what I felt. In the Gospel of John, Jesus Said, "I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you." He will walk beside you during your trails, take his yoke. Understanding he was the only one who could help me overcome my challenges was difficult or hard for me to grip. My problem was not letting him in or giving him a chance to work His miracle into my heart. After much prayer and reading the scriptures, I let him into my life. . One of my favorite quotes is "When you choose Christ, you choose to change." I needed to change, and I did.
separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
I am so thankful for the Sacrifice Christ made. For in Him we are made alive, through Him each of us can live the love of God, and by Him all things are possible. Don't separate yourself from god. He cares for you!! All he wants from us is putting our trust in him. "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you." (3 Nephi 13:33) He promises us great blessings, he is bound when we do what he says, but when we do not what he says, we have no promise. Great things await us.
Take his yoke, and not only overcome your situations, but defeat them with glory. We are in a fight everyday against those who do not want us to be happy. Those who want us to be against God. Pray always to conquer him who upholds his work. Heavenly Father is there for each and everyone of us. We are His spirit children. I know these things to be true, in His name, Jesus Christ, amen.