Day 10 Churchie Stuff-but inspiring I AM RECHARGED

I awoke early and raced out to catch a taxi to the Sandton Ward, In Randsberg.  When I arrived there was a gate and no way in.  I called the local church leader and got the security code.  Whew, I made it.  I showed my current temple recommend and was privileged to help serve in passing the sacrament.
People were there from all walks of life. 

I loved talking to people and finding out about them.  Many shared how they were not active in the Mormon faith for a while and then came back.  I asked what drew them back?  They said they just felt like they needed to come back.  I asked others about what they did, it seemed many had entrepreneurial ideas, but many do not have business sense about some questions.  This is a small sample size.
A woman talked about living in Zimbabwe, another from Durban and how they persevered up to now.
A teenager spoke to being grateful, and how she learned to give and she at least no longer felt depression in her life, just a nice solid talk.
A woman gave a moving talk about how after her husband passed away she learned to give more and more.  She wanted to give something meaningful and spoke on how she hated cooking but was willing to for meals on Wheels.  She felt it was an acceptable sacrifice.  She cuts apples and on her way to the temple hands them to the homeless who are in the middle of the road panhandling.  AMAZING.
Another person spoke about the Sacrament and preparing ourselves for it, It was inspiring, I took notes! 


While there I had heard mention of a car trying to tailgate into the building behind someone else a the font gate.  They were likely there to vandalize, they were aggressive and demanded to come into say their prayers. 
The gate was held closed from them and there was no incident.
Members were telling me of the common vandalism, I was amazed.
  It was suggested that I do not go alone back to my hotel.
A kind member with whom I have a common acquaintance with drove me back and it was nice to talk with them.

I then had lunch with another IBMer I said whatever  you want, I am at your mercy.  He was kind and ordered Mild Indian.  My forehead was sweating and I was consuming the Naan bread to break the heat.
I am such a weak eater

I walked around the more wealthy pat of Sandton with a fellow Christian and IBMer. We saw kids playing in a sprinkler play area and we missed our own children. We talked about of collective faith.
Anyways the short and long of it was...again....I was inspired.


Afterwards the weather was good, I was poolside and enjoying the 80 degree with a breeze.  

Enjoy!
Jamon