This week has been a great one! We had another Tormenta Blanca in Santa Lucia and it was great because we were able to help the missionaries there find more investigators! One cool thing that happened this week was we had an activity and we put up Meet the Mormons, and we’re gonna have a movie night. We invited people for weeks and weeks, and reminded the members to come and invite friends, and when the night came only about 6 of the members came. One did bring 2 non member friends who really liked the movie, and wanted to hear more. So at first, I was disappointed in the ward because everyone wanted to go when we told them and almost nobody came. It’s a ward of about 60 or 70 members that attend regularly. I was a little frustrated because not many had come, and I thought wow maybe it wasn’t even worth it to do the activity, but then I realized that 2 non members had come, and how even if one person came to the activity, if they could leave edified and feeling a little closer to our Savior it would be worth it. I love how personal the atonement is for all of us. The Lord does not look at us like numbers and say oh well only 1 person came closer to me today what a wasted day. No, he looks at the worth in each and every one of us. I loved this story i read the other day that show how much love he has for each and every one of us.
It was just before the new year,and we were visiting a ward in St.George,Utah, with our five little children – a ward that had no Primary or youth program because it was composed mostly of retired co uples. No 12-year-old deacons bumped elbows on the front row; it was the high priests who were preparing to bless and pass the sacrament.
Normally, the ward would have gently filled the padded seats of the chapel, but on this holiday weekend the overflow divider was pushed wide, and we, with a number of other families, were nestled on to metal folding chairs that stretched to the back of the cultural hall.
The meeting progressed as usual, and I watched as a dozen older gentlemen carried trays of bread, then water, through the bursting rows. They were making great effort to manage the unusually large crowd. Their faces were kind. Some had rounded shoulders and bent spines. They whispered directions to each other. One wore cowboy boots. One winked at a little girl in front of us.
My daughters and I took the last cups of water from our tray and handed it to my husband, Doug, who passed the empty tray to the brother standing at the end of our row.
The bishop stood at the pulpit to assess the situation. When he asked who had not received the water, a few pockets of people,including Doug, raised their hands. So the brethren returned to the sacrament table, offered a second prayer on the new water, and delivered it to the waiting members.
Our row was last to receive the water this time, and I noticed that Doug offered the couple next to him the two remaining cups. The tray was empty, and it appeared to me that Doug was the only one in the congregation who hadn’t had the water. I wondered what he would do. Would he let it go? not worry about it this week?
Assuming that everyone had now received the water, those who were passing the sacrament partook of the water themselves, using all the remaining cups. But the bishop asked one more time if anyone had not received the water, and Doug raised his hand. He was, as I suspected, the only one. He looked at me and we smiled, conscious of the craned necks and curious eyes.
The brethren returned to the table for a third prayer on the water. And suddenly, as I heard that phrase “to bless and sanctify this water to the souls of all those who drink of it” (D&C 20:79), a realization crept into my heart—an understanding so keen it pried me clear open and God’s Spirit swept in. It was a reverence I hadn’t felt in too long.
They were praying over one cup. For one person. One soul.
The sacrament mattered. Even for one. Just as the Atonement mattered. For one.
Hundreds of members waited for the “amen.” Dozens watched as the last cup was delivered to my husband, and he put it to his lips,and drank.
I had to look away, my eyes were so wet.
I looked up in time to see these sweet men in suits cover the trays with white linen. Just as Christ’s body, broken for us, was covered.Just as His Atonement covers us. All of us.
You and I are indisputably tied to Christ’s suffering. All our sins, grief,hurts, and losses are held in the drops of His blood. He said He has“graven [us] upon the palms of [His] hands” (Isaiah 49:16).
The emotion of watching Doug take the last sacrament cup changed me, changed my understanding of the Atonement.
Our Redeemer, the Mighty One of Israel, broke not just bread, butbody and soul. For me. For you. As if we were the only ones who mattered.
The power of the atonement is so real and i am so grateful for the love i can feel from it each and every day. I Love you all so much.
Con todo el amor,
Elder Justin Lototoa Wilson
PS we havnt had transfers yet so illo let you know next monday!