|A glimpse of Södervärn. I remember it by the landmark of the circular building, which is a hospital.|
During this past week, we have had a large focus of our teaching on modern day prophets and revelation. With this focus, we have been teaching a lot from General Conference. For those who don't know what General Conference is,
General conferences are conducted each April and October and comprise five two-hour meetings held over two days. The April meetings are called annual conferences and those in October, semiannual.
The idea of a modern day prophet is huge. When you think of Moses, Noah, Daniel, and other prophets, that's one thing. But when someone tells you that there is a prophet today, I can only imagine the image that pops into their minds. But it really is a wonderful gift that we have. And this week, I saw much growth because of it.
On Wednesday, we visited Eva. She is at a point in life, where she wants to move forward, but she is not sure how. We decided to read "The Music of the Gospel" together. As we read the talk, it was silence broken by occasionally voicing of agreement. As we finished up the talk, we had a wonderful discussion on hearing the music. The words had a powerful effect on her, and it brought an excitement for moving forward that I had not yet seen. I am constantly amazed at the impact that the words given by an inspired person can have. It is modern day scripture, and we get a chance to hear God's words through the mouthpiece of one of His humble children. And those words can be what we need to hear, what a family member needs to hear, or maybe a friend. But there is something for everyone in General Conference. One must only listen.
CHILDREN OF GOD
On Tuesday, Anas invited us to a dinner at his university. The dinner was in honor of a Muslim holiday. As we mingled and met people, we quickly found out that the majority of people were there to celebrate the diversity of our cultures. If I understood the holiday correctly, it is a celebration of friends and family honoring the experience of Abraham sacrificing his son. And it was a time of great joy. The Muslims who were there were gracious hosts, and they did everything they could to create an atmosphere that could have easily been a family party. As I was eating, and looked around, there were students from over 40 countries gathered in that room. But we were all gathered together, as children of God. There are many different beliefs, traditions, and cultures. But at that moment, it was reaffirmed to me that God loves each of us. We are all His children, no matter our background. And that love God has for each of us, can be felt as we serve our fellowman. I am thankful I was welcomed with open arms, and I am thankful for wonderful friends here in Sweden.
|The quiet suburban area of Staffanstorp.|