Jesus Lives

December 29, 2014

It was pure weird to call y'all for christmas. Haha, it just felt really weird. Phones man. Anywhey, it was super fun, but now I'm pure confused about what I want to do when I go home. Good thing I have like a whole year to think about it. Haha, by the way, I think its way funny, but everytime anyone asks me how long I've been out, I say, "oh, about a year more or less." Haha, the funny thing is I've been saying that for about a year now haha, and nobody has ever asked me again haha. Also, do I really have an accent? There's no way I have a mexican accent, and just a little Texas one, but it's not that bad I don't think.

So for Christmas, one of the girls in the ward who is um... uh... "special" gave all of the missionaries a present, and it was a little pebble, with some suckers taped to it. Written on the rock I grabbed was simply, "Jesus Lives." Wow. Haha, at first I was joking around and laughing about it, and when I got home, I tossed it on my desk. A few days later, as I was sitting at my desk, I picked it up, and started to think about it. What a short, sweet, powerful, and sincere testimony! That little rock, worth almost nothing, has been changed into a prized possession of mine.

In addition to that simple testimony, there is another. On Main Street in Grapevine, Texas, there is a dumpy little shop, in an unassuming location. On the side of the shop, there is a sign (the kind where you put up individual letters and combine them to make a word). On the sign, the shop owner put "Jesus Christ Lives." The best part is that one day, someone stole the "s," so it said, "Jesus Christ Live." Hahahaha. Genius. 

Anywhey, love y'all (yes, it's a part of my vocabulary now, it just comes out so naturally). 

Love,

Cole