Last one for September....

For some reason this past month I've been a magnet for people who need to talk to random strangers. I thought about writing about it the first time but decided not to, then the second time it happened I was just lazy, but now I'm relating it in a very weak sense to the gospel of Jesus Christ. I don't know, but I think it seems like something that would happen in the bible. I can just see Christ walking along and then someone decides to ask him a question...nothing mean or invasive just asking him what He thought or sharing with him your own thoughts about life and what means most to you . 

One day as I was walking to my car someone behind me started laughing. I thought he was making fun of me but in all actuality he was laughing at himself because he was practicing dance steps as he walked behind me. He then caught up with me and started to talk to me about dancing. He then asked me if my husband danced...I didn't know what to say...we were really having a conversation without knowing each other's names. It was beautiful, exhilarating, and just plain fun. Especially because I'm married and can just be friends with people, not wonder if they want to date me, etc.

The second occasion, I was walking to the library and I was late for a group project. When I walked out of the Wilk, someone held the door open for me, I said thank you and he caught up with me. We started talking and at first he was hard to understand because he was from Kenya and had an accent. But soon it was hard because he had questions that I felt like I should really answer. He asked about finding the girl of his dreams, being true to yourself, and why all married women jump to tell a friendly guy that their married. That last point was interesting. I realized that women here at BYU, generally do that. If I guy starts to talk to them they automatically think they are being hit on and thus bring up that they are married. I've never done this as I think talking to people and getting to know them is great, whether they are married or not, man or woman, etc. At the end of the conversation he told me he wished there were more women like me out there, he called me sister and we parted at that. 

I hope to be able to talk to my Savior like this. I hope to be able to tell Him about my life and thank Him and ask Him things. I love my Savior and I'm very grateful for prayer although I do not use that communication device as much as I should. I love the scriptures and how my New Testament class tries to help us get to know Christ. 

Love people, talk to them. 

It's 7:44 and I need two blog posts by midnight...

Well as I was doing my perusing of blogs I generally read, which include Jeff Gustafson's (Because he's awesome and his blogs are great), then my sister-in-law Shelly (Because her pictures are beautiful), and then my other sister-in-law Dana (Because she's pregnant and she does fun things), Jeff recently posted a link to his brother's blog. I read his brother's entry and really enjoyed it...it was quite long so I skimmed it but it basically talked about Salt. You might be wondering...Salt...um...okay. But really, Salt is great and I learned some new things. Apparently salt doesn't give the flavor of salt to its dishes but rather intensifies the original flavor. And after talking about the way salt is used in food, Tim (Jeff's brother) went on to talk about Jesus Christ and his teachings about salt. 

There are many phrases in the bible about salt and how one is the salt of the earth. In Mark 9:50 it says "Salt is good: but if the salt have lost his saltness, wherewith will ye season it? Have salt in yourselves, and have peace one with another. It is very interesting to to think how something in our lives would and/or could intensify our own "flavors." I love Tim's explanation of how he thinks the gospel is the salt to our lives. And with this salt our good natures of Heavenly parents are intensified! 

Salt is such a small thing, and yet it does so much. It flavours our food, causes cholesterol, and quickens chemical reactions. And the gospel of Jesus Christ and its principles seem so small in what is required of us and yet it does so much. It gives us hope, makes us love and be kind, it gives us a bigger pictures, and everything else. I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and I hope to continue to realize how much the church does and influences my life. I am forever grateful!

Well this is supposed to be on the last post...

I don't know what happened but here's the rest of that post on Saturday...for some reason it didn't make it. 

Well we've been studying the New Testament and in particular the book of Mark. Which is very interesting since it's not the first book in the New Testament. According to my professor Dr.Holzapfel, who by the way is such a great and knowledgable guy, he believes Mark was written first out of the synoptic gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John). He says this because Matthew and Luke borrow quite a bit of material from the book of Mark. It has been a very interesting and informative introduction to the New Testament. 

Some of the best things I've learned in class so far have included the knowledge that Mark had the worst Greek and Luke had the best. Mark wrote in Rome to the Roman's in the late 60's early 70's AD. Mark's primary source was Peter and it is also interesting to note that Mark was not an apostle of Jesus Christ but a follower. The issue of authorship is interesting because some scholars don't think Mark wrote Mark. But one of the counterpoints Dr. Holzapfel issued was that since people generally put their names on books they wrote, it had to be Mark who wrote mark because someone wouldn't put Mark (who nobody really knew) as the author instead of themselves. 

Anyways....lots of "interestings."

Welldity welldity well

So...I hate being forced to write in my blog...I hate being forced to write...as it is such a gratifying release of feelings, ideas, and craziness. But now my grade in New Testament is hanging on twelve blog posts.