Hey all!
Well, here we are. Two whole years.
I'm writing this from the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport just over an hour before boarding my second and final flight on my way home. All the goodbyes have been bittersweet, but as one sister missionary I'm friends with shared in her final testimony, how blessed I am to have something so hard to say goodbye to.
I decided for my last email, I'd share a letter I wrote to one of my closest friends a week or two ago. It's a doozy, but the Holy Spirit told me to, so here goes:
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Elder ________,
Man, Pilot G2 .38 pens are just the best. Anyways, dang. This is probably the last letter I'll write you on my mission. Insane. I seriously thought I'd flame out a long time before this, but by the grace of God I think I'm actually going to finish the whole two years.
It's pretty humbling to think how absolutely nowhere I would be without my Savior, Jesus Christ. I'd be cooked. But the truth is, I'm not cooked and I am somewhere, because He's real. That's the biggest lesson I've learned from my study of the scriptures lately: "If the Book of Mormon is true, then God is actually, completely real." It's funny, you'd think a guy in my situation would come to that conclusion a long time ago–it's a little out of order, isn't it. But that's honestly what I've been thinking about more than anything else.
Growing up in such a faithful family and such a religious environment, I never really let myself spend time pondering that question because the existence of God was just a given. I was much more concerned with how in the heck I was supposed to follow all these commandments, make my parents proud, and somehow make things "even" with a Savior I could never even come close to repaying–not to mention all the battles for worthiness we teenage guys so often fight on our own without reaching out for help. Elder Bednar puts it best: "I just wanted to be a good boy." In reality, though, my repentance was often a lot closer to what Elder Renlund once called "miserable behavior modification."
So with all that on my gospel agenda, I never really got around to those dark questions lurking in the back of my mind: "What if this is all a lie? What if he's just a fairy tale, and one day I'll die and realize, 'Oh, I guess I was wrong'? Or, scariest of all, what if, even if He is real, He's not the One I thought I knew?" Those questioned stayed in a box that I didn't dare open all the way. I'll tell you what, though: they eat away at a guy sometimes.
So here we are now. This transfer has been the best one of my whole mission. I love my companion, I love our area, I love the friends we're teaching; business is booming. The doctrine of Christ–faith in the Lord and His atoning sacrifice, repentance, baptism by the proper authority, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost by the laying on of hands, and enduring to the end–has become ingrained in me in ways it never has before. Baptism and confirmation especially. But of all the miracles we've seen this transfer, the greatest was when I received this impression from the Holy Ghost: "If the Book of Mormon is true, God is real and He is exactly who He says He is."
"And I, [Oliver], knew that God could not lie; wherefore...my faith began to be unshaken in the Lord." (Enos 1:7, 11)
Can you imagine the relief an answer like that would bring?
______, I finally got it after twenty years of life in His Church and twenty-three months of service in His vineyard: the Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ is, against all odds, actually true. Not just something I think is true or something I want to be true, but an objective fact of reality. It just is.
You need to find out for yourself how it feels for God to reveal that to you. It's not something I can describe. It comes "line upon line, precept upon precept," day after day after day. Every day, you and I have to wake up and regain all over again our testimony that God is our Heavenly Father, we are His children, and Jesus Christ is our Savior. Hearing, pondering, and testifying of these three eternal truths for seven hundred and twenty-five days and counting has carved them in my soul like a river carves a canyon. I look back from the rim now and it takes my breath away.
Yep, He's real alright. He really is.
Love,
Elder Rigby
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Moroni 7:31-32:
And the office of their ministry is to call men unto repentance, and to fulfil and to do the work of the covenants of the Father, which he hath made unto the children of men, to prepare the way among the children of men, by declaring the word of Christ unto the chosen vessels of the Lord, that they may bear testimony of him.
And by so doing, the Lord God prepareth the way that the residue of men may have faith in Christ, that the Holy Ghost may have place in their hearts, according to the power thereof; and after this manner bringeth to pass the Father, the covenants which he hath made unto the children of men.