In The Trenches
I always say that the week was peculiar and interesting, but sometimes different interesting things happen. I came to realize that if you are bad, people tend to hate you, but if you are good, people will still find a reason to hate you. Therefore, it's better to be good because you will be hated AND happy.
I finally started to get better this week, only to find that on Saturday I got a bit of food poisoning from a kota shop... no more street vendor food for a while I think. I was unable to go out all day because of severe diarrhea and stomach cramps. Fortunately it got better by sunday and we were able to confirm all of our latest converts.
The other elders in our township had their bikes stolen on Thursday, and we had to waste several hours taking them to and from the police station so that they could fill out a report. They finally got new bikes on Saturday, and man they were nice... and I say were because the very next day Elder Lewis got mauled by a car as he crossed the street. We again had to drop everything to go to their rescue, and fortunately there was no major damage to anything but the car that hit him and the damage done to the bike. He had to go to the hospital for routine procedure, and he will have to walk on crutches for a week. Because of this, he will have to be working with me all week because I'm the only one who can drive. Hopefully things go smoothly. We will most likely have some drastic changes this transfer because of the situation.
We had a missionary fireside on Sunday, and Elder Hartman was supposed to be there, but because of a serious illness, he was hospitalized. As a replacement, an Elder Lewis came and spoke about marriage and in choosing the right mate. He related it to two different breeds of horses he had known as a youth, Great blacks and little Sorries, and how a great black had to be yolked to another great black or there would be tragedy. He compared the great black to a person who would never give up, nor discourage his or her mate, but would go on continually strengthening the other. He compared the little sorrie to a person that would easily give up and not provide support his or her spouse. In the end, the fireside was a success and everyone was quite pleased.
As always, I send all my prayers and love,
--Elder Jared William Davidson
Monday, June 25, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
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Letters 06/18/2012
Sambunani
Well this week has been quite dull. We had been devoting most of our time to the people who were baptized this sunday. We also had a father's day breakfast saturday, but because of the cold, most of the fathers did not attend, so the missionaries were called to eat the rest of the food that had been prepared. We had the opportunity to have President Omer with us afterward to interview one of the sisters being baptized. The very next day we had the APs attending church and our baptismal service for some reason. I came down with a gnarly cold the day before, and I started to dread the baptism because I knew the water would be cold. It was FREEZING!!! I started to get a migraine afterward, so we headed back to the flat a few hours early to rest. As we were driving home, I noticed the African sunset for the first time. It is definitely a beautiful sight to see. Sometimes it takes sickness to help you slow down and enjoy the beautiful things that would otherwise be missed. It also helped me more fully enjoy the feelings you get when an investigator finally comes to church after much prodding and patience. Life is good, and things continue to improve. Hopefully it can last the last three weeks of the transfer...
Much Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
Well this week has been quite dull. We had been devoting most of our time to the people who were baptized this sunday. We also had a father's day breakfast saturday, but because of the cold, most of the fathers did not attend, so the missionaries were called to eat the rest of the food that had been prepared. We had the opportunity to have President Omer with us afterward to interview one of the sisters being baptized. The very next day we had the APs attending church and our baptismal service for some reason. I came down with a gnarly cold the day before, and I started to dread the baptism because I knew the water would be cold. It was FREEZING!!! I started to get a migraine afterward, so we headed back to the flat a few hours early to rest. As we were driving home, I noticed the African sunset for the first time. It is definitely a beautiful sight to see. Sometimes it takes sickness to help you slow down and enjoy the beautiful things that would otherwise be missed. It also helped me more fully enjoy the feelings you get when an investigator finally comes to church after much prodding and patience. Life is good, and things continue to improve. Hopefully it can last the last three weeks of the transfer...
Much Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
Monday, June 11, 2012
Letters 06/11/2012
This week has been incredibly interesting as far as events to report. I had the opportunity to cook for an elderly Gogo in the ward. I made her chicken alfredo with a recipe that Mikki sent me, and she wouldn't stop saying how good it was (the food here is usually very bland.) I got a haircut at an indian salon, and the old man cutting my hair kept rubbing my head and laughing... It was quite peculiar, but my head felt much better afterward. I feel much more like myself this week, and it has been highly appreciated, seeing as how I have been leading the area of late. The weather has been a bit chilly here, and I had to buy an extra sweatshirt to keep me warm at night (the walls have to insulation.) Because of this, people have been using extra electricity. The overload caused the power to go out in Benoni and the surrounding cities and townships. Luckily the power returned, but for some reason we have no water... go figure.
As we met with a certain sister by the name of Dineo, she mentioned that she loves having us come to teach her, and she looks forward to our meetings ( she is usually the one who calls us to set up another appointment if things don't work out,) but she then went on to say that she hated us coming becuase we usually chastise her about something. This same lesson went on to be one of the most bold and powerful lessons I have been apart of. Afterward, we went to see an elderly gentleman who ended up cancelling our appointment to go and take care of his health, but he expressed that he knew we loved him and cared about him. He became somewhat emotional and then proceeded to thank us. This struck me quite deeply, and I realized that people can tell who we are, and our feeling towards them as missionaries. The following lesson, I experienced one of the great gifts of the spirit. We were teaching a woman who could not speak english, and we were struggling to teach her, so I said a silent prayer to myself, and then proceeded to teach the woman as simply as I could. As we asked her to recount our teachings, she spoke to another woman (a member) who translated to us, and she understood every thing we taught her with exeeding understanding. As the week went on, I noticed several other great examples of the spirit in our teachings. The last came on Sunday. One of the speakers cancelled at the last minute, and the 2nd councelor asked me to address the congregation concerning the sermon on the mount and the beattitudes. After 30 minutes of frantic scripture searching, I stood and as I walked to the pulpit I prayed for the spirit to be with me. As I spoke, thus being filled with the spirit, I proceeded to give one of the most powerful sermons ( for that's what it became) I have ever given in any situation. I recalled several other examples and teachings from the lives of Christ as well as Joseph Smith. The spirit is real, and it definitely cannot be mistaken when used and discerned properly.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Letters 06/04/12
June 4, 2012
This week was full of more interesting events. In the area of Kwa Thema (about 30 minutes drive from my area,) the people started to riot for some reason or another. They burned cars, buildings, and other inanimate objects. A few people were even killed. Because of this, the elders of the surrounding areas were all sent to team up with other districts within the zone. We had an Elder from Swaziland join us as a threesome, and it was not fun. He came in trying to change our approach, and because of it, we had little success this week. Luckily he has gone back to his area, and things should get back to normal. My health is getting better, and it has been very humbling trying to do the work when my body and mind say no. I have been very tired this week. I haven't been able to exercise because of this, and I can feel the difference it has made. Without that extra boost in the morning, I can't focus as well throughout the day. All is well though. The work will go on, and I am confident that I shall recover. Its just another thing to grow and gain experience from. I am beginning to realize what people meant when they said that missionaries are poor. Luckily, members have been feeding us quite well. They eat a lot of pap (a type of corn meal) and they feed alot to us. It fills you up like nothing I have ever eaten before. Everyone loves the missionaries, even if they have never heard of the church. Drunkards especially seem to like us. We have had several chase us down the street and proceed to tell us their problems and current situations. I don't know whether to laugh or sympathize. I will be leading the area this transfer, and I hope all goes well. I think Elder Xaba doesn't mind relinquishing a little power in order for him to have an easier load. I wish I could relay a few experiences more, but I don't think it would be quite prudent for the time being. Oh, and hopefully, hopefully mother remembered to pay my credit card balance.....
--Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
This week was full of more interesting events. In the area of Kwa Thema (about 30 minutes drive from my area,) the people started to riot for some reason or another. They burned cars, buildings, and other inanimate objects. A few people were even killed. Because of this, the elders of the surrounding areas were all sent to team up with other districts within the zone. We had an Elder from Swaziland join us as a threesome, and it was not fun. He came in trying to change our approach, and because of it, we had little success this week. Luckily he has gone back to his area, and things should get back to normal. My health is getting better, and it has been very humbling trying to do the work when my body and mind say no. I have been very tired this week. I haven't been able to exercise because of this, and I can feel the difference it has made. Without that extra boost in the morning, I can't focus as well throughout the day. All is well though. The work will go on, and I am confident that I shall recover. Its just another thing to grow and gain experience from. I am beginning to realize what people meant when they said that missionaries are poor. Luckily, members have been feeding us quite well. They eat a lot of pap (a type of corn meal) and they feed alot to us. It fills you up like nothing I have ever eaten before. Everyone loves the missionaries, even if they have never heard of the church. Drunkards especially seem to like us. We have had several chase us down the street and proceed to tell us their problems and current situations. I don't know whether to laugh or sympathize. I will be leading the area this transfer, and I hope all goes well. I think Elder Xaba doesn't mind relinquishing a little power in order for him to have an easier load. I wish I could relay a few experiences more, but I don't think it would be quite prudent for the time being. Oh, and hopefully, hopefully mother remembered to pay my credit card balance.....
--Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
Letters 05/28/2012
May 28, 2012
Well today is the last day of the transfer. Though I'm not going anywhere, it is a fun time to see where all the others are headed. This passed week has been very peculiar in many respects. The people have been acting funny, the weather is bipolar, everyone is getting the flu, and I am having an allergic reaction to something of an unknown origin. Despite the setbacks, we were able to baptize a sister that has been taught for over 7 months. She was never willing to commit to anything for an extended period of time, and she never really had a solid testimony until recently. She finally started coming to church consistently, and she now realizes the importance of the sabbath. I will send pictures when I buy a card reader.
Our zone went to the temple on Friday, and it was nice to just relax in the house of the lord. I had many questions and concerns that were finally answered as I sat pondering for nearly an hour. I am glad our area is so close to the temple. As long as I stay in areas within 3 hours of Johannesburg I will be able to attend once per transfer. I had a good spiritual thought to add, but it will have to wait until next week. My head hurts and my mind is on other topics. Everything should improve this week, and I'm definitely looking forward to having my body back to normal. Have faith. The sun will always rise again...
Well today is the last day of the transfer. Though I'm not going anywhere, it is a fun time to see where all the others are headed. This passed week has been very peculiar in many respects. The people have been acting funny, the weather is bipolar, everyone is getting the flu, and I am having an allergic reaction to something of an unknown origin. Despite the setbacks, we were able to baptize a sister that has been taught for over 7 months. She was never willing to commit to anything for an extended period of time, and she never really had a solid testimony until recently. She finally started coming to church consistently, and she now realizes the importance of the sabbath. I will send pictures when I buy a card reader.
Our zone went to the temple on Friday, and it was nice to just relax in the house of the lord. I had many questions and concerns that were finally answered as I sat pondering for nearly an hour. I am glad our area is so close to the temple. As long as I stay in areas within 3 hours of Johannesburg I will be able to attend once per transfer. I had a good spiritual thought to add, but it will have to wait until next week. My head hurts and my mind is on other topics. Everything should improve this week, and I'm definitely looking forward to having my body back to normal. Have faith. The sun will always rise again...
Letters 05/21/12
May 21, 2012
This week has been quite trying. We have had the opportunity to see, firsthand, how powerful the adversary can be. It seemed as though there was a concentrated attack on our investigators, and each case proved mentally exhausting. Some of our most promising fruits have been thrown around like the playthings of the devil. He is a real being, and his power and influence reach far beyond our knowledge or comprehension. Luckily, the sun always rises, and likewise, the power of God will always dispell even the darkest of the adversaries darkest nights.
The trials that we have gone through this week have humbled me greatly. I came to realise how much more I need to learn. I have also had many experiences where Elder Xaba and I were able to develope our companionship in unity. We finally had to sit down, let everything out, acknowledge and resolve our differences, and push on as one. I believe we have finally spanned the gap, and our companionship is being polished as a stone in a river. The fruits of our labors will be great if we can go forth as one.
I don't know how many times people have said that I look like someone they know, but someone finally put a name to it. A man in the ward that is slightly crazy told me that I am Michael Knight from Knightrider. This same man, Sonney is his name, is mostly homeless, not a member, and he can't be baptized for several reasons that have to do with his mental handicaps. Despite this, he shows up every Sunday dressed in his shabby shirt and suit and he participates fully in the meetings. His knowledge exceeds that of most every member currently attending in the ward, and he acts the part. He is friendly to everyone, he always helps when help is needed, and he loves the missionaries (especially the Americans.) I can't explain the many lessons that he has taught me through his example, and I know that he will be right in the sight of God regardless of his membership status.
All is well in Zion, and progression is one eternal round. It would take hours to make an account of the lessons and growth I experience, but know that "the universe is unfolding as it should..."
As always I leave my enduring and endearing love and affection.
--Love, Elder Jared William Davidson
This week has been quite trying. We have had the opportunity to see, firsthand, how powerful the adversary can be. It seemed as though there was a concentrated attack on our investigators, and each case proved mentally exhausting. Some of our most promising fruits have been thrown around like the playthings of the devil. He is a real being, and his power and influence reach far beyond our knowledge or comprehension. Luckily, the sun always rises, and likewise, the power of God will always dispell even the darkest of the adversaries darkest nights.
The trials that we have gone through this week have humbled me greatly. I came to realise how much more I need to learn. I have also had many experiences where Elder Xaba and I were able to develope our companionship in unity. We finally had to sit down, let everything out, acknowledge and resolve our differences, and push on as one. I believe we have finally spanned the gap, and our companionship is being polished as a stone in a river. The fruits of our labors will be great if we can go forth as one.
I don't know how many times people have said that I look like someone they know, but someone finally put a name to it. A man in the ward that is slightly crazy told me that I am Michael Knight from Knightrider. This same man, Sonney is his name, is mostly homeless, not a member, and he can't be baptized for several reasons that have to do with his mental handicaps. Despite this, he shows up every Sunday dressed in his shabby shirt and suit and he participates fully in the meetings. His knowledge exceeds that of most every member currently attending in the ward, and he acts the part. He is friendly to everyone, he always helps when help is needed, and he loves the missionaries (especially the Americans.) I can't explain the many lessons that he has taught me through his example, and I know that he will be right in the sight of God regardless of his membership status.
All is well in Zion, and progression is one eternal round. It would take hours to make an account of the lessons and growth I experience, but know that "the universe is unfolding as it should..."
As always I leave my enduring and endearing love and affection.
--Love, Elder Jared William Davidson
Letters 05/14/12
May 14, 2012
So this past week has been crazy busy. We already had many people to teach, but we spent a whole day tracting and we were able to dig up a few more gems. We had some complications with the two sisters that were supposed to be baptized yesterday, so we had to postpone their dates for the end of the month. We have been quite active in the morning hours, and I am starting to feel the difference physically, mentally, and spiritually. I have had to become a leader more and more everyday to keep the work going forward. We missed a few appointments a few days back, and I told Elder Xaba to notify them before hand that we would not be able to make it. When we arrived at church, several of these people expressed to me their disappointment that we did not show up, and that we failed to call them. I felt humbled and humiliated, and I have since sworn that it will NEVER happen again. We are servants of Jesus Christ, and with that calling comes a responsibility to represent him in all manners of our lives. We MUST NOT compromise that calling and the sacred nature of it. Since that day I have decided that I will need to speak up and be a leader more so than I have ever been before. My confidence and devotion have increased dramatically, and I have noticed in certain situations that I am more likely to act. But, as Ammon explains in Alma 26, I do not boast in my own strength, but rather the strength and spirit of the lord which dwells in me, building, edifying, and polishing. This is a great work and I intend to do all that I can to be the greatest instrument that I can become in the hands of the lord. This work is true. I have a solid foundation of knowledge and faith of said statement, and if anyone thinks otherwise, I invite you to test that knowledge. As stated in Moroni 10 :4-5,"...I would exhort you to ask God the eternal father if these things are not true, and if you ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will make the truth of it known unto you by the power of the Holy Ghost. And by the power of the Holy Ghost you may know the truth of all things." As it says, I promise that an answer will come. I have felt the power of this gospel and the atonement of Christ in my life. Most people forget where I have been, and the dramatic change in behavior. I am thoroughly convinced that such a change could not have been wrought upon any person without the touch of the master's hand. My heart is lowly and my spirit is contrite. Great is this work and great is my glorious calling. I say all these things out of the love of my heart and I hope all might yield to the advice and counsel given. Even those who already have a testimony of such things. We all need to be reminded, even myself as a missionary, and we all need our witness reaffirmed from time to time.
With much love ,
Elder Jared William Davidson
So this past week has been crazy busy. We already had many people to teach, but we spent a whole day tracting and we were able to dig up a few more gems. We had some complications with the two sisters that were supposed to be baptized yesterday, so we had to postpone their dates for the end of the month. We have been quite active in the morning hours, and I am starting to feel the difference physically, mentally, and spiritually. I have had to become a leader more and more everyday to keep the work going forward. We missed a few appointments a few days back, and I told Elder Xaba to notify them before hand that we would not be able to make it. When we arrived at church, several of these people expressed to me their disappointment that we did not show up, and that we failed to call them. I felt humbled and humiliated, and I have since sworn that it will NEVER happen again. We are servants of Jesus Christ, and with that calling comes a responsibility to represent him in all manners of our lives. We MUST NOT compromise that calling and the sacred nature of it. Since that day I have decided that I will need to speak up and be a leader more so than I have ever been before. My confidence and devotion have increased dramatically, and I have noticed in certain situations that I am more likely to act. But, as Ammon explains in Alma 26, I do not boast in my own strength, but rather the strength and spirit of the lord which dwells in me, building, edifying, and polishing. This is a great work and I intend to do all that I can to be the greatest instrument that I can become in the hands of the lord. This work is true. I have a solid foundation of knowledge and faith of said statement, and if anyone thinks otherwise, I invite you to test that knowledge. As stated in Moroni 10 :4-5,"...I would exhort you to ask God the eternal father if these things are not true, and if you ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will make the truth of it known unto you by the power of the Holy Ghost. And by the power of the Holy Ghost you may know the truth of all things." As it says, I promise that an answer will come. I have felt the power of this gospel and the atonement of Christ in my life. Most people forget where I have been, and the dramatic change in behavior. I am thoroughly convinced that such a change could not have been wrought upon any person without the touch of the master's hand. My heart is lowly and my spirit is contrite. Great is this work and great is my glorious calling. I say all these things out of the love of my heart and I hope all might yield to the advice and counsel given. Even those who already have a testimony of such things. We all need to be reminded, even myself as a missionary, and we all need our witness reaffirmed from time to time.
With much love ,
Elder Jared William Davidson
Letters 05/07/12
May 7, 2012
This week seemed to fly by. We had so much going on that we were not able to have a very productive week. We had zone meetings, new missionary meetings, as well as a number of other things. We had another opportunity to see the Young Ambassadors perform, and it was quite refreshing to experience. At the moment I don't have much to say. My mind has been running over the things that are to come this week, and I am finding it hard to focus on the things of the past week. I finally got food, and I have been eating alot to compensate. I have been exercising alot in the mornings, and it has definitely been helping me keep my energy and focus throughout the day. I'm still smoothing things out with the companion, and each day things get better. For some reason now, everyone says I sound like a younger version of Truman G. Madson. I don't hear the comparison, but that is my opinion. During our companionship study, Elder Xaba we speaking of obedience to God's rules and avoiding Satans, and of this he said something that really mad me smile: " I don't want to play with the devil cause I'm scared of God." We have a very packed week ahead of us, and my time now is short so that is all I have to give today, but I send my love and support, and the knowledge that I am becoming a shining instrument in the hands of the Lord.
--Love Elder Jared William Davidson
This week seemed to fly by. We had so much going on that we were not able to have a very productive week. We had zone meetings, new missionary meetings, as well as a number of other things. We had another opportunity to see the Young Ambassadors perform, and it was quite refreshing to experience. At the moment I don't have much to say. My mind has been running over the things that are to come this week, and I am finding it hard to focus on the things of the past week. I finally got food, and I have been eating alot to compensate. I have been exercising alot in the mornings, and it has definitely been helping me keep my energy and focus throughout the day. I'm still smoothing things out with the companion, and each day things get better. For some reason now, everyone says I sound like a younger version of Truman G. Madson. I don't hear the comparison, but that is my opinion. During our companionship study, Elder Xaba we speaking of obedience to God's rules and avoiding Satans, and of this he said something that really mad me smile: " I don't want to play with the devil cause I'm scared of God." We have a very packed week ahead of us, and my time now is short so that is all I have to give today, but I send my love and support, and the knowledge that I am becoming a shining instrument in the hands of the Lord.
--Love Elder Jared William Davidson
Letters 04/30/2012
April 30, 2012
The days have been getting faster as I continue to focus on the work. I haven't been as homesick as everyone told me I would be. I feel that I have hit the ground running, and this has helped me to stay focused thus far. We are struggling with several investigators not keeping commitments, but I have a feeling that a few of them will ponder deeply about such things this coming week. We had to chastise a few of them and lead them to humble themselves. Our ward has over 600 members, but only around 100 are active. Most of our time is spent trying to reactivate these other 600, as well as establish more priesthood holders so that we can split the ward and build another chapel. The problem with most of them is the distance to the church. Most people do not have cars, and walking sucks. If they were committed, they would walk anyway, but I will not be the judge of that. The people are great, even if they don't care to hear our message...especially the drunks walking the streets after dark (there are tiny bars everywhere.) I'm beginning to pick up a few words here and there, but President Omer told me not to worry about learning more than simple greetings, responses, and statements. Most people in Daveyton speak Zulu and a few speak sutu, but they all speak English! I have had to simplify my language exponentially, and I have to explain over and over again when I forget.
I have started somewhat of a workout routine, but I think I need to do more. I also need to start eating more than PB&J and oatmeal. They only gave me a portion of my allotment because I only spent half of the month infield, so I'm broke till tomorrow. My cupboards are bare, save the a fore mentioned meals. Elder Xaba and I are beginning to gel, but unfortunately everyone in our flat has been sick except for me. I have had to do most of the work and talking because of this, but things are getting easier and easier each day. I came here wanting to hit the ground running, and I believe that I have done just that. The old ladies, or Gogos, that are members still call me greenie anyway.
As I mentioned last week, the people are very poor. The houses and shacks are not insulated, and being that it is winter (though it feels like spring to me,) the people have problems keeping warm. They burn wood and coal when they have it, but when they don't, they burn tires. Once the sun starts to go down, so does the capacity to breathe. Luckily we have the car every day except Sunday, so most of this can be filtered for a short period of time.
On Sunday, we went to the YSA Branch where the Brigham Young University Young Embassadors came to visit. It was nice speaking with and being around Americans again. The work still goes forth, and I'm making lemonade out of the meager and often dainty lemons I'm given. All is well in South Africa...for now.
--Much Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
The days have been getting faster as I continue to focus on the work. I haven't been as homesick as everyone told me I would be. I feel that I have hit the ground running, and this has helped me to stay focused thus far. We are struggling with several investigators not keeping commitments, but I have a feeling that a few of them will ponder deeply about such things this coming week. We had to chastise a few of them and lead them to humble themselves. Our ward has over 600 members, but only around 100 are active. Most of our time is spent trying to reactivate these other 600, as well as establish more priesthood holders so that we can split the ward and build another chapel. The problem with most of them is the distance to the church. Most people do not have cars, and walking sucks. If they were committed, they would walk anyway, but I will not be the judge of that. The people are great, even if they don't care to hear our message...especially the drunks walking the streets after dark (there are tiny bars everywhere.) I'm beginning to pick up a few words here and there, but President Omer told me not to worry about learning more than simple greetings, responses, and statements. Most people in Daveyton speak Zulu and a few speak sutu, but they all speak English! I have had to simplify my language exponentially, and I have to explain over and over again when I forget.
I have started somewhat of a workout routine, but I think I need to do more. I also need to start eating more than PB&J and oatmeal. They only gave me a portion of my allotment because I only spent half of the month infield, so I'm broke till tomorrow. My cupboards are bare, save the a fore mentioned meals. Elder Xaba and I are beginning to gel, but unfortunately everyone in our flat has been sick except for me. I have had to do most of the work and talking because of this, but things are getting easier and easier each day. I came here wanting to hit the ground running, and I believe that I have done just that. The old ladies, or Gogos, that are members still call me greenie anyway.
As I mentioned last week, the people are very poor. The houses and shacks are not insulated, and being that it is winter (though it feels like spring to me,) the people have problems keeping warm. They burn wood and coal when they have it, but when they don't, they burn tires. Once the sun starts to go down, so does the capacity to breathe. Luckily we have the car every day except Sunday, so most of this can be filtered for a short period of time.
On Sunday, we went to the YSA Branch where the Brigham Young University Young Embassadors came to visit. It was nice speaking with and being around Americans again. The work still goes forth, and I'm making lemonade out of the meager and often dainty lemons I'm given. All is well in South Africa...for now.
--Much Love,
Elder Jared William Davidson
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