The Three Nechakites‏

Making travel plans

No poem time on P-Day

Enjoy a haiku


As the above haiku states, transfers are upon us this week, and we are again given the charge to oversee the travel plans for the zone. We have a good chunk of our zone that has changed this month, so we got a lot to do! (Mom note: He will be staying in Prince George, and will be getting two new companions.)


In the meantime, here's a picture of the temple from our last trip to Richmond.

Elder Reynolds

"Romance with a Clock"

"Romance with a Clock"

Your beautiful face fills me with sorrow
As a constant reminder of a certain tomorrow.
You've no piece for passion, no capacity for care,
But your captivating face catches my stare.
Oh, that I had the key to your gears
To fully understand our time these 2 years.
Some say you heal wounds, others you harm,
Yet I'd love nothing more than you on my arm.
I wish that I could take your hand
To hold you still and make time stand.
Despite my plea, you've never lost a second,
Nor did you hasten whenever I beckoned.
And so my dear clock, my diligent friend,
Please don't remind me when all this will end.


I promised an original poem this week, and I was able to find time as we drove 9 hours to Richmond and 9 hours back! I feel that this piece pretty accurately describes my thoughts this week. Haha just make time stop!

It has been a very inspiring week. The 3 of us were asked to speak in sacrament fairly last second, but we were each able to put our talks together in about an hour. The topics primarily focused on the unity between missionary, family history, and temple work. It is all the same great and redemptive work!

Time is a little short today, as it sadly always seems to be. Suffice it to say that we will be preparing for our zone meeting this Friday, and on Saturday night we will receive a life-changing phone call... That's right, transfer calls! We'll see if we've got another month or so here in beautiful Prince George!

-Elder Reynolds

Come, listen to a Prophet's voice

"Come, listen to a Prophet's voice
And hear the word of God,
And in the way of truth rejoice
And sing for joy aloud.
We've found the way the prophets went
Who lived in days of yore.
Another prophet now is sent,
This knowledge to restore."
-Joseph S. Murdock

So... again, not an original poem. Today, we had to drive out to a small town called Vanderhoof to pack up a missionary apartment, and by the time we got back to Prince George we only had about 3 hours left for P-Day, and 2 of those hours are spent typing on a computer screen. So time for writing was very slim this week.

As many of you are aware, we had the privilege to attend General Conference this week; it was exhilarating, to say the least. I still need some time to digest the beautiful testimonies that were given, but I left each session with a desire to repent and become a better person. And of course, the angelic Mormon Tabernacle Choir did not cease to amaze. It is said that the Aaronic Priesthood holds "the keys to the ministering of angels," but I am convinced that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is a collection of angels that minister with their music.

We also had several unique opportunities this week to teach and testify of the Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Not only that, but we also had several opportunities to render service to others, including three independent service activities where we split wood with axes. It was a lot more enjoyable than you might think! It's just so satisfying to get a clean split in one swift strike.

As I have studied this week of the powerful witnesses born by Apostles like Peter and Paul, and as we've now been able to hear from the men that I sustain as Latter-Day prophets and apostles, I've thought about what it really means when somebody says they "bear their testimony."


To "bear" can be defined as "to support the burden of." When I speak of "bearing testimony," I recognize the burden that comes from having a testimony. The burden of all who have received a spiritual witness and a testimony of this gospel is the responsibility of sharing it with others. When I bear my testimony, I share my belief in fulfillment of my duty to share my belief. That is the difference between bearing testimony and testifying.

That said, I bear my testimony of the truthfulness of the restored gospel. I have received far too many witness from the Holy Spirit of God that the labor that I perform is the same labor of the Saints of old, and there is nothing that I would rather be doing. I bear the witness that I have received of the Book of Mormon, and as a result, the witness that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the Lord's kingdom once again established on the Earth, prepatory to the Second Coming of the Messiah. I bear testimony that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the Living God, the Lamb prepared from the foundation of the world. This is His work.

"The Standard of Truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear; till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done."


This I know of myself, independent of any other.


Until next week,
Elder Reynolds