Monday, September 28, 2009

CSU comes to Provo

So I am a pretty big BYU football fan.  I go to all the home games, I watch all the away games, and I enjoy doing it.  This weekend was a very unique experience for me.  CSU (where Steve goes to school) came and played against BYU.  Steven and I have been talking about this game since August when I visited CSU campus and it has been a big deal for us.  We even bet on it.

I sat in my seats for the first half of the game with one of Steven's friends who is a BYU fanatic.  It was fun, but for the second half, I sat with Steven and his friends in the CSU section. Now for a year and a half on my mission I heard the most ridiculous things about mormonism and was able to shrug it off as arrogance or ignorance.  In those minutes that I was in the section, I heard things that I have never heard and things that are so ABSOLUTELY absurd...I was pretty upset.

It made me grateful I go to BYU.  I don't claim that we are more highly favored by God because 95% of us are LDS or anything like that, but I am glad that it isn't socially acceptable to show up at a football game completely wasted and say absolutely HORRIBLE things about people they don't even know or a religion they don't understand at all.

It was great that we won.  Steven had to wear a BYU shirt to school today. I'm pretty sure he didn't do it, but regardless, I know I won! :)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Missionary Moments

I don't know what it is about my life, but I always have these experiences that remind me how much I love missionary work and how necessary it is for me to remain active in missionary type activities.

On friday I randomly was on MSN Messenger, something that I do not do very often. While on, I started chatting with a boy who's family we worked with on my mission.  His family has been inactive for a while and he told me he was going to a different church and that the church wasn't true.  We had a good chat and I ended up teaching him the first lesson over chat, which isn't the most spiritual place on the planet, but he did commit to reading the scriptures and praying.

It is hard for me to see people I love struggle so much.  I don't know why my personality causes me to suffer so much in watching others fall away.  The good thing is that every time I have these experiences I am reminded at how much I love the church and am grateful for my testimony.