Do you remember the last time you listened to a beautiful violin solo on the radio? Can you recall how the music moved you, how the melody tugged on your heart strings as the player's bow connected with the violin strings? And then, just before you lost control and burst forth into tears, you exclaimed "Wow, that must be a really shiny violin!" Do you remember that moment? Well, I don't.
Music is not credited to an instrument, a mallet cannot sculpt a statue, and a life-saving surgery does not put a scalpel in the newspaper. It is the composer, the craftsman, the doctor that produces such a work.In a similar fashion, we must remember that we are tools in the Master's hands, and we must be obedient to His will in order to accomplish His work, especially in missionary work. This is something that I finally began to understand this week.
Some of us are violins, some are cellos, and some are cumbersome french horns, but each of us has a part to play in the grand symphony of life, and we must do all that we can to be tuned properly. I do not believe there is such thing as a "Good Missionary." If we do all that we can to be humble, teachable, diligent, and we will become a "Tuned Missionary," and be able to play our part.We are called to be instruments. Through the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we can be re-tuned if necessary. Jesus Christ is our player, our violinist, and we will one day be able to hear the music that our Father has composed for us."Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God." (Matthew 19:17).
Life in Salmon Arm is a blast! We've been able to enjoy some of the nature trails here. We've also been doing a lot of service for the community, and we've been finding a good amount of people to teach. I've also really been enjoying my calling as a District Leader. The Elders that I serve with are so talented and diverse. We have a Zone Meeting coming up this week, and we're all looking forward to that.
May each of you have a blessed week! Be sure to celebrate May Day!
They don't celebrate that in British Columbia, which I find is a tragedy.