The month is zipping past in spite of some slowwwwww days. We went to Hamtic for church this morning. It is our first time at church there. I was immediately nabbed to speak as the last speaker in Sacrament Meeting. I don't know if I bumped somebody, or if they didn't have one.
I spoke about the family, where we are from, then about the parable of the ten virgins and their lamps. I told about the lamps they had and how the oil was made and the wicks. We read the ten verses and talked about the oil being the faith and testimony of the virgins, and that their oil couldn't be shared; that it was earned a drop at a time, here a little and there a little. I finished with President Kimball's message:
"Attendance at sacrament meetings adds oil to our lamps, drop by drop over the years. Fasting, family prayer, home teaching, control of bodily appetites, preaching the gospel, studying the scriptures-each act of dedication and obedience is a drop added to our store. Deeds of kindness, payment of offerings and tithes, chaste thoughts and actions, marriage under the covenant for eternity- these, too, contribute importantly to the oil with which we can at midnight refuel our exhausted lamps." (198?)
Good Sabbath Day. We are going to have some dinner and then head out with the missionaries this evening to visit/teach (mostly share a testimony or two). Should be fun. In the morning we are meeting the other senior couple in the mission (Elder and Sister Taylot from Oregon) in Iloilo and taking a pump boat to Guimaras, where they are assigned. It is supposed to be the mango capital of the world. Should be fun too.
|On the way to the chapel in Hamtic this morning. This has got to be a jeepney record.|