Three newly arrived missionaries and a boy with blue hair.
We had 36 Baptisms this weekend!
The most we had before at a time was 19.
As the senior leadership in the mission we divided up and tried to have someone make it to all of those baptisms.
At the ones that President and I attended I noticed some very significant similarities. They came as a result of obedience. This last little while President has said, “There is someone in your area who is ready to be baptized who at one time expressed an interest in the church, but is currently not being taught.” The elders found the Sister in Lake Ozark as a result of looking through past texts in the phone. Another set of sister missionaries had been out riding their bikes, which is a fairly new rule for Sisters in our mission. Something happened to Sister Poll___'s bike so she and Sister Rich_________ were walking pushing their bikes. It was then that they made a contact with a person who was baptized this weekend. Several baptisms were a result of members and missionaries following the direction of our area president to seek out and teach the discussions to less active families.
Sometimes as zone or as a mission we will set a goal and all work toward that goal. This weekend was not one of those times. This was an out pouring from the Lord as a result of the individual obedience and efforts of companionships and members. This came from the Lord.
Besides feeling incredible gratitude for the Lord and His help, my mind has sought for greater understanding about such an event.
I woke this morning thinking of the day of Pentecost and the days of the Kirkland Temple Dedication when a great number of people received a spiritual witness all at the same time. Each had individual experiences unique to them. As a whole those experiences combined to be a huge outpouring of the Spirit.
This past week, I have been seeking the Lord's help in obtaining some of the promises He has previously given to our mission. His response to those prayers were other scriptures that confirmed the previous promises. And so this weekend was a witness to me that the Lord keeps His promises when we keep ours.
Occasionally my mom would use an object lesson to get her point across. Like the time I impatiently demanded where my sack lunch was because I was going to be late for school. Soon I walked out the door, lunch in hand, never giving it a second thought until I bit into a liver worst sandwich. My mom had gotten her point across and believe me, I never complained about my lunch not being ready again.