Loving God

June 29, 2011

The scripture passage is Alma 32. Again (I think I used it last in October) http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/32?lang=eng

A couple of months ago, I picked up a French copy of the Book of Mormon that had been sitting in the mission office. Since I’m quite probably the only person in the mission right now who reads French, President Funk recommended I take it back to my apartment.

I read it once or twice, and noticed that reading in French made me pay a lot more attention to the details because I had to think more about each word, and frequently had to stop and make sure I knew the meaning of a phrase. Frequently, reading in French brought out new meaning.

Yesterday, I started reading in French during my personal study, and turned to Alma 32. The chapter talks a lot about worshipping God. I took a start while reading it, because in French, “worship” is translated as “adorer” which also means simply “to love”.

Which provided a whole new take on these verses:
“I behold that ye are lowly in heart; and if so, blessed are ye. Behold thy brother hath said, What shall we do?—for we are cast out of our synagogues, that we cannot love our God. Behold I say unto you, do ye suppose that ye cannot love God save it be in your synagogues only? And moreover, I would ask, do ye suppose that ye must not love God only once in a week?”

These were good questions for me. Do I think I can love God only while I’m at church? Do I think I only need to love God once a week? Once a day?

How well do I understand what it is to really love and worship God? The scripture says “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart.” And I probably don’t do that. How well do I love God? How is that love expressed in the way I pray, in how I act at Church, in how I treat others? How often do I contemplate that love, and the love and grace of God in my direction.

After all, “We love him because he first loved us.”

So I want to improve my worship, to love God in word and deed, and to really let it be my whole heart.

The time I’ve spent as a missionary has helped me better understand how the time we spend praying, reading the scriptures, and coming to church can not only demonstrate but also increase the love that we have towards God, and pull us away from things which might otherwise crowd God out of our hearts and minds. But it’s in my hands how well I use these chances to love God and to learn from Him.

Yesterday at church, I was taking care of two or three concerns when a church member approached me and said “Elder, the water is out.” I knew what he really meant was “Elder, will you go and get a new bottle for the water cooler” but I wasn’t really ready to do that right then, especially since he wasn’t asking directly. When I didn’t respond, he asked again. I said “The security guard knows how to take care of it” and kept working on my other business. The member kept standing there, and after another thirty seconds said “Can you go and tell the security guard that the bottle is empty”. I pointed to the security guards desk a hundred feet away, and said “I’m a little busy, but you can ask him” and started looking for the next person I needed to talk to. The member looked at me in shock and said “You are not humble. As an Elder, you are not humble” and then walked away. And he was right, I had forgotten in that moment to be humble.

When we look for them, we will see these moments where we can correct and improve our behavior every day. The correction may come (and will mostly come) from others who we know are flawed, and we will be tempted to stubbornly ignore their counsel. But as we heed wise correction from every source, we will show our love for God and we will grow from grace to grace.

I know the Gospel is true, and it is an increasingly great joy to proclaim it and to live it. I know that through the Atonement of Christ and the promptings of the Holy Ghost, I can lay hold of faith, hope, charity, humility, diligence and every good gift. As I turn to God and serve Him with all my heart, I will be made perfect in Christ. I know these promises are true as I live them, and I know they are true for all of us.

Love,
Elder Westwood

We want to pray, but we don’t know how

June 21, 2011

The scripture for this week is Alma 34.http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/34?lang=eng The hymn is “O My Father” http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=292&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=292&searchsubs eqend=ZZZ

Yesterday, I was on exchange with a new elder. I was feeling a little sick, and so instead of eating at a restaurant, Elder B. and I went back to the apartment for lunch. Then I planned to take a twenty minute nap, but ended up sleeping for an hour, because he also fell asleep. We hurried back to the church to meet our next appointment, but they were running late. So I just sat down in one of the classrooms and turned the AC on while he went to get a glass of water.

Then I saw someone in the hallway. It’s not unusual for people to just walk into the church during the day, in fact that’s one of the main ways that we start teaching people. By the time I came into the hall, Elder B. was already there talking with them. It was two teenagers, S. and D. I asked why they’d come to the church. They told me they wanted to pray but they didn’t know how. Elder B. said we would be happy to help them. They told us that they’d come to pray for their friend S., who’d been in an accident.

They told us he was in a coma. They wanted to pray for him, they had faith he could be healed. Both were Hindu, but they’d come to the church because S. was Christian and he’d shared his belief that Christ could heal. They came to the church because they had faith in God and a desperate need to ask for his help, not for themselves but for another. They were worried about S., and about his parents. S. is an only child.

So we shared with them how to pray, and we shared our testimonies that God will care for S., that Christ does have power to heal him, and that their prayers will be heard, and whatever happens will be God’s will. We placed our faith in God. And we prayed with them. They felt peace and comfort.

I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again. But I think we helped them at that moment, and I know they helped me. I remembered again just how much need I have of God, and how vital he is to each of us, no matter where or who we are. I’ve been praying for S.

I love you all.

Elder Westwood

Peace through prayer

June 15, 2011

(editor mom’s note:) Matt’s Aunt Sunitha was able to visit him and his companion during a recent visit to Hyderabad. She says he is well and doing well. She also says the Hyderabad biryani Matt referred to in another letter is truly delicious.
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The scripture passage for this week is Alma 27 http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/27?lang=eng. I think the People of Ammon are the greatest success story in the Book of Mormon. They accept the gospel. They repent and stay faithful at great personal cost. They remain faithful through two resettlements, both caused by war. They teach their children so well that their children become synonymous with righteousness, faith and diligence. They keep their covenants despite temptation. They are successful in resisting the influence of Korihor and of the Gadianton robbers. Throughout all of this they show great charity and hospitality, first to the Zoramite refugees, then to released Lamanite prisoners of war. Imagine the effort and love that was involved in integrating those groups. Think of the trauma they went through, and then the trauma they helped others overcome. We don’t know their names. They were a quiet family-focused people, and they did God’s work. We can learn from them.

The hymn is “Come, Rejoice”. That’s how I feel this week. http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=9&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=9&searchsubseqen d=ZZZ

In her weekly e-mail to me, my mom includes summaries of the sacrament meeting talks from that Sunday. (For anyone who’s confused, sacrament meeting is the main part of an LDS church service. We partake of the sacrament, or Lord’s Supper, and then three or four members of the congregation present messages which they’ve been called on to prepare during the week. There is no pastor.)

This week, in the sacrament meeting here, I was called to speak. I’ve never been too worried about giving a talk, but this time I forgot about it completely until Sunday morning, when we were going out the door and Elder Tewari said “Do you have your talk ready?”

This was not as bad as it sounds, because we were leaving our apartment at 9am to greet people coming to church for the morning service, but the congregation we serve in meets in the afternoon. So I would have some time to prepare. But when I opened up my scriptures to start my planning, I couldn’t focus on making a plan. Different worries and concerns kept crowding into my thoughts. I flipped pages and read parts of different stories, but wasn’t getting any closer to having a talk prepared. I was becoming increasingly worried and frustrated.

Then I prayed. I prayed for peace, for the ability to focus on making a plan, and for the guidance to know what God would want me to say. The peace came. I turned to Matthew 18:11 http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/matt/18?lang=eng, which has been coming into my mind a lot over the past several months, and from there the rest came together quickly. I spoke on the Atonement of Jesus Christ, how it has changed my life, how it can change all of us. I talked about the joy God has and we have every time we repent.

I know I would not have been able to give that talk without prayer.

Then Brother Kalakanda told the story of Balaam, from Numbers 22 http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/num/22?lang=eng. It’s a great story. How often does God upset our plans in order to save us, and we stand there beating on the donkey?

I’m trying to be like Jesus. I don’t always do so well at it. But when I do, I feel so much joy. It’s in the small things, like choosing not to say something sarcastic after you think of it, like showing extra gratitude to someone, like sitting next to someone new at Church and taking a few moments to really care about their life, and learn about them. Being like Jesus is, without a doubt, the best way to be. I’ve felt it every time I come to him.

Love,
Elder Westwood

Glad tidings from Cumorah… and Hyderabad

June 6, 2011

Editor mom’s note: Once a month, usually the first Sunday of the month, we fast 2 meals and pay a fast offering–suggested as the price of those meals or a more generous offering if possible. That money is used by the bishop to help anyone in need in our local ward. If there is extra, it goes to the church offices to help with needs in other places. In our sacrament meeting on fast and testimony day any who wish to express their testimonies can speak instead of assigned speakers as is usual.

From: Mattathias Westwood
Sent: Mon, June 6, 2011 3:43:08 AM
Subject: Glad tidings from Cumorah… and Hyderabad

And so how speedily another week has passed. The passage for the week is Matthew 7. http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/matt/7?lang=eng

Now June has started. Which means yesterday was Fast and Testimony Sunday. I used to think the purpose of fasting was to lift us to a higher spiritual state, but I think now that we fast to realize our dependance on God, to stretch us and to help us recognize where we need to improve. I realized this yesterday when I thought about how much harder it is for me to keep my patience when I’m fasting. How much harder it is to remember my plans. Fasting yesterday made me aware of where I need to improve, and just how much my mood is dependent on three square meals a day.

To illustrate: At 11:30 am, Elder T. and I were sitting down to watch a DVD with two of our investigators. Now, there are 2 TVs in the church, one of which is for missionary use and one for church use… but the church use A/V cord was lost, and no one got a new one. One of the classes decided at the last moment that they also wanted to watch a DVD during their class… a teacher came down and asked us if we could adjust our plans to let them use the DVD player.

I was not happy. The DVD player was rightfully ours, as was the A/V cord, and we had already started. I went into the hall and told him this. I told him if they wanted to watch a DVD, they should have planned in advance and made sure everything was in order. I told him we had already started our class, and that we would be done in 30 minutes.

He went back upstairs.

Two minutes later, the twenty members of the class filed in to the room and started watching the DVD along with our investigators.

That was definitely not my plan. I wanted to shout at someone. I wanted to know who was responsible for this outrage. Then I took a deep breath and realized that this was the best solution possible, and that while my plans were going to be turned upside down, my plans had not been perfect to begin with, and this was no worse. I had to go into the hall again, this time to laugh at myself for being so fed up over something so small.

I learn to bend, but slowly… especially when I haven’t eaten in 14 hours.

And so I love a gospel which teaches us how to repent, to reevaluate our behavior and see where we have acted rudely, unjustly, foolishly. I love a gospel of forgiveness from a glorious loving God who looks at our foibles and smiles, and weeps, and calls us to be healed. I love a gospel which teaches us to stop looking at the mote in our neighbors eye and focus on the beam in our own. This is a gospel of joy, a gospel of peace, a gospel which humbles us enough to see how great our worth is in the eyes of God.

Love you all,
Elder Westwood

And Jesus beholding him loved him

May 30, 2011

The hymn for this week is “God be with you till we meet again” http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=152&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=152&searchsubs eqend=ZZZand the scripture passage is Philippians 4… or Mark 1… read both of them.http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/philip/4?lang=eng , http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/mark/1?lang=eng

I’m back in Hyderabad, staying in the same apartment I stayed in my first two months in India, serving in the same branch as I served then, but now with more experience and more responsibility. In the next branch over is a brand new elder who’s adjusting to everything in India for the first time. The names are new, the faces are new, the streets are very different, and on top of that he has a call to preach the everlasting gospel. And he’s stepping forward in a marvelous way, but it takes me back a long way to see just how much he has to learn. Yesterday, I was on exchange with him, and he complained that he couldn’t understand anyone on the phone… “They all sound muffled.” Then I saw that he was holding the phone backwards, because in a lot of Indian models the speaker is on the back… that helped him a lot.

Ah, life.

We were reading on Saturday from the Book of Mormon with a brother named V. I taught him when I was first here, and his wife was baptized a month ago, but he’s had some concerns about how the church services are different than in other churches. But he decided this week that he wanted to read the Book of Mormon that we gave him six months ago, and so we went and started it with him. We read three chapters. And while we were talking a little bit about the brass plates Nephi and his brothers go to get, he said “I have a question and I don’t know if it’s pertinent right now, but as I’ve read the Bible I’ve always wondered why it says so little about Joseph’s descendants, because Joseph is the chosen son, but the Bible talks so much about Judah and his descendants.” And we sat there for a moment to get over the shock, and then said “Well, if you’ll turn with us for a moment to chapter six, you’ll find out that the Book of Mormon is the record of Joseph’s descendants.”

I can never expect the questions people ask.

Love you all,
Elder Westwood

and a time to every purpose under heaven

May 23, 2011

I didn’t plan a scripture passage and hymn for this week. My rough thoughts are Alma 17 http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/17?lang=eng and “Guide Me to Thee” http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=101&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=101&searchsubs eqend=ZZZ

It’s been a beautiful week. Occasionally I get these shocks at how quickly time is passing, and this week was one of them. This is a beautiful time of my life, it will end, and there will be another purpose to turn my focus to. But now is the time to work with all my heart, might, mind at strength at the purpose the Lord has put before me.

And what a mighty purpose.

I’m starting to get a greater sense for the richness of each life in the eyes of God. For the richness of every experience. I’ve been trying to really think about the experiences people have had with God, with Christ, with religion, long before I met them, and how those interactions impact the way they respond to me and my companion. I’ve been amazed, everywhere I’ve gone, by how prepared some people are to listen to us, to take our words to heart.

And others aren’t prepared. And that’s okay. Because it’s God’s time, and not ours, that matters. And as my elementary school teacher reminded me, in a message he sent to my mother after she sent him my news about learning to read music: “I guess we’re fortunate to have a good and merciful God with enough patience to last an eternity.”

So fortunate!

More on that: Mr. W. has spent years trying to get kids to love music, to learn to play the keyboard. And I was one of those kids who enjoyed the class but maybe never seemed to learn much, and I would say I certainly didn’t have much hope in my musical talents. But what he taught bore fruit… in the time of the Lord.

So those are my thoughts for this week!

I love you all, and I’m learning little by little, line by line, precept by precept, that God fulfills all His words. And that is a wonderful thing.

I hope your hearts are as full of joy as mine is, and if they’re not, don’t worry, because they will be.

In other news, I’ll be going back to Hyderabad tomorrow, for as long as God wants me to be there. I’ll be in the same branch I was in before! And there’s a purpose in that as well.

Love you,
Elder Westwood

Growing Wings

May 16, 2011

Mom editor’s note: In Elder Westwood’s Mother’s Day call last week we learned a few things. First, Matt has an Indian intonation to his English now. Not too strong, but definitely noticeable. Second, he said that it has not been too hot where he is because Karnataka is one of the most temperate areas in India. He had worried about the heat and feels blessed to have had his first hot season in Karnataka. It is mango season now, which he is enjoying very much. He said mornings are going a little better because he’s learned to get moving right away. The people of India love to discuss religion, so they are busy teaching all day. They take a quick half hour for lunch and then teach until they head back to the apartment about 9:00 or 9:30. Then they plan the next day and eat a light meal and go to bed. Most people in India eat “dinner” after 9 p.m. so no dinner appointments with families like he had in California. He said most religious discussions are very respectful and wide-ranging, but occasionally someone wants to dispute this or that point. Matt said it’s wonderful to be able to say, “We don’t need to debate this. We can just pray about it and God will let us know what is right.” That’s quite a statement coming from Matt the debater!!
Love, Vilo (Matt’s mom)

The hymn for this week is “Now Let Us Rejoice”. http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=3&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=3&searchsubseqen d=ZZZ When I was a child (and thought as a child) I didn’t like this hymn because the chorus says “And none will molest them” and I thought “molest” was a bad word to have in a hymn. But now that I know more about what it means, I like it quite a lot. I especially like it this week, because I learned to play it on the keyboard! But more about that later. The scripture passage for this week is D&C 121, especially verse 45: “Let thy bowels also be full of charity towards all men, and to the household of faith, and let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly; then shall thy confidence wax strong in the presence of God; and the doctrine of the priesthood shall distil upon thy soul as the dews from heaven.” http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121?lang=eng

This week I’ve been thinking a lot about confidence. The church here has table tennis. Now, I’ll my life I’ve avoided playing table tennis, because I was really bad at it. I was generally uncoordinated, and table tennis, I could see, required special coordination and concentration. And so I would usually sit out when any of my friends were playing, because I didn’t want to embarrass myself. On my mission I also sat out, until a couple of weeks ago Elder G. asked me to play. And I decided to try. And I had confidence, for the first time in my life, that I could learn. And I’m still bad, but not nearly as bad as I was before.

We’ve also been going to the church twice a week so Elder G. can practice keyboard, because he’s trying to learn. And on Wednesday, I was sitting and watching him play, and looking at the notes… and suddenly I realized that I was able to read the music! I sang in a church choir for 4 years, and played trombone 4 years, and I could never read music. I was always very ashamed of that. It’s actually most of why I quit trombone. But there I was, reading the music. I remembered my elementary school music teacher teaching me the notes on the staff. I could never remember the notes before, but now I could. And so I asked Elder G. if I could try, and he let me, and then he said “You told me you don’t know how to play!” and I said “Really, I didn’t know, until now”

I don’t think he believes me.

A similar thing happened this week with D., who we’ve been teaching for about a month now. He went out of station (away from home) for a couple of weeks, so he wasn’t able to see us. And the first time we saw him, we reviewed some of what we’d taught before, and then we invited him to pray. And he said no. He was honestly terrified. He said “I’ll pray next time” and then I started saying something, which he knew was going to be a question about why he was nervous, and he said “Next time next time next time.”

And I took a deep breath and said a prayer of my own in my heart, and then shared with him a few thoughts about prayer. And as I spoke I saw the fear go out of him, and then he prayed, and it was a beautiful and heartfelt prayer.

Many of the people we teach don’t have confidence they can do what we ask them to do, whether it’s to pray or to read out loud or to stop smoking or to ask their boss for Sunday leave. But if there is one thing I have learned by preaching the Gospel, it is that we will never get confidence, or faith, or a testimony, until we try to do what God tells us we can do. We can go on saying “next time” or “no” or “it’s too hard for me” or we can take a deep breath, and try it, and see God lift us up beyond our own capabilities.

This is a great lesson, and one I’m just beginning to learn, and still frequently fail to act on.

I know God lives, that his promises are sure, and that “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me”. Sometimes, with my all-too-human eyes, I doubt my ability to do what God asks… but I am reminded time and time again that it is ultimately not my abilities that matter, but His, and that in Him all things are possible.

I love you all, and pray that you may conquer fear with faith and find the joy that comes in doing what you did not believe you could do.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Light Through The Darkness

May 2, 2011

The scripture passage for this week is Joseph Smith History, in particular verses 1-20. http://http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/js-h/1?lang=eng The hymn is “Come, come ye Saints” http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=30&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=30&searchsubseq end=ZZZ

I spent three days this week on exchange with Elder N. http://visakhapatnam.nic.in/ He joined the Church four years ago. He says before he was a Hindu atheist who disliked Christians. His mom went to Church sometimes, but he stopped her, and said “We’re Hindu, what are you doing?” Well, then he needed a job, and got one… but the boss told him it was as maintenance man for a local church. He wasn’t happy. But when he started working there, he noticed how people really treated him with respect. Elders started teaching him. He didn’t want to listen. But every set of elders who came wanted to teach him. Finally, he decided the church was true, and he got baptized. But he didn’t want to tell his mom, not because he thought she’d be angry, but because he thought she’d go telling everyone what a miracle God had done in changing her son.

So he just pretended that on Sunday he was going for work, not for Church. But some Elders got his address and went and told his mom that he’d been baptized. And just as he’d expected, she was very happy, and soon his mom and brother were baptized too. He thought he wouldn’t be able to serve a mission, because he was head of household since his father died. But his brother started working alongside his studies so that Elder N. could serve.

He’s a really good missionary. He told me he knows the Gospel is true because he’s felt it change his heart and he sees God answering his prayers every day.

One of the people we visited together is a woman whose brother was baptized a month ago, but she wasn’t interested. We shared the Book of Mormon with her, and we’d ask whenever we visited if she’d been reading, but she never did… until last week. Her family has been going through some really, really hard times, and she said that when she started reading the Book of Mormon, all her tension went away, she just felt free.

It’s an amazing thing to see someone suddenly get that testimony.

Another sister we were visiting told us last night that she hadn’t asked God whether our message was true, because we were talking about Jesus, and isn’t anyone who talks about Jesus telling the truth? Then her uncle, who’s a pastor, started saying that there are no prophets on the earth today, that all prophecy ended with the apostles, and that if we say there are prophets then we’re liars… so we think she understands now why she need to pray, that there really is a difference in doctrine and if God is there, then certainly God is the one to tell us the truth, to shine through the confusion.

That’s one of the things I love about Joseph Smith’s First Vision. The Father and the Son are a light cutting through the darkness. Men contend but God does not.

I love you all.

Elder Westwood

Easter e-mails

April 25, 2011

From Matt’s sister: Mentioned in an email to my brother Mattathais that it’s strange that we make a bigger fuss over Christmas than Easter, since without Easter Christmas wouldn’t matter. Here’s what he wrote in reply:

“Maybe we make a bigger fuss over Christmas because it’s a lot harder to avoid the pain and blood involved in Easter, which the world mostly wants to avoid. [There is] pain and blood that we don’t think about in Christmas, which is part of every childbirth. Both life and eternal life required pain and a lot of mess before the joy. Which might teach us something about how to handle pain and messes, and about how to really rejoice.”

A few good eggs

April 25, 2011

I was regretting, early in this week, that I hadn’t done any special scripture study to prepare myself for Passover and Easter. And then, in my regular daily reading of the Book of Mormon, I came to Mosiah 24, which recounts the deliverance of another covenant people of God from another bondage in another land, showing that the love of God manifested in the Passover is universal and rebounds through the history of this earth as we are willing to place faith in him. So I guess God took care of my passover reading for me. http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/24?lang=eng

The hymn for this week is “Rejoice the Lord is King”. http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&searchcollect ion=1&searchseqstart=66&searchsubseqstart=%20&searchseqend=66&searchsubseq end=ZZZ

Rejoice.

I’m very grateful for a God who delivers his people, for the suffering Lord who bears my griefs and carries my sorrows, who endured chastisement that I might have peace, and stripes that I might be healed. And if for this small moment I also must carry a few griefs and sorrows, endure a few chastisements, it is a small, small price to pay for the joy I also feel daily in His service.

I only hope that I might also, at times, place the griefs and sorrows of others ahead of my own griefs, and that I as I am chastised I may correct myself, so as to become pure as he is pure.

Oh how I love this Jesus who so loved us.

In the words of Zion John: “God loved the world too much, so he sent his son, begotten…”

Rejoice.

This week in Kolar Gold Fields, we had the first missionary activity which I have been fully responsible for planning and carrying out. It was an Easter Fireside. (For anyone who might be confused, an LDS fireside very rarely involves sitting by a fire… it’s just the word we use to describe a less-formal Church activity. Someday I should make a dictionary of these things…)

The first half of the activity was focused on the Atonement. We divided groups to read and discuss scriptures about Christ’s suffering and resurrection, and then invited everyone to share their testimonies of Christ.

Then we had the cultural activity. I always like doing an arts activity because I love to see what people create. I’m always astonished by the beauty that comes from everyone. When first planning the activity, I asked Elder J. if Indians do egg painting for Easter, and he said yes, he’d seen it before in Delhi. Then we found out that no one here does egg painting. But we decided to go forward with it anyway. Saturday morning, I was pretty nervous about how it would turn out. But the eggs were bought and boiled, we had the paint and brushes, so we went for it.

And everybody loved it. Really, totally loved it. We didn’t have enough brushes, because we’d only bought ten thinking mostly the children would want to participate. But all their parents waited about twenty minutes to get a turn, and made amazing creations. I think Elder G. was the only person present who didn’t paint an egg– I had painted one as a demo, and he supervised while I took photographs.

The glory of each person in this world never ceases to amaze me. I think I’m just beginning to get a grasp on how much our Father must love each one of us. He sent His Son.

The Lord is risen. Always Remember Him.

Love,
Elder Westwood