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Friday, December 30, 2016

Merry Christmas!

Elder Coletti's Letter 12/25/16:

Ho Ho Ho!  Merry Christmas!  Wow!  This has been a very special Christmas season to me.  So much love, so much happiness.  Ah I love it.  I love my Savior Jesus Christ.

This week our entire mission got together for a Christmas Mission Conference.  It was a lot of fun.  We all ate, talked, watched a talent show, learned, etc. We just a great time!  One of the talents were two Elders that sang a song.  I had heard the song before and I absolutely loved it.  It's called "How Can I Be?" (I think, but I'm not positive on the title of the song;)).  It is just basically a song about how we can be like the incredible prophets in the Book of Mormon.  "I want to be like Abinidai, I want to be like Samuel the wise, I want to be like Captain Moroni, I want to be like my brother Nephi", etc. They radiated the Spirit.  They followed God.  "I want to be like Jesus Christ"  That was the one that really got me.  I want to be like Jesus Christ.  How can I be like Jesus Christ?  This question has been on my mind all week.  What do I need to do to be more like Him?  That is our purpose on life.  To be like him.  To win this "game" that God has started for us.  Jesus has already played the game.  He has already beat the game.  He knows what it takes for us to win.  That is why he gave us a "playbook" in order to help us succeed as well.  In order to help us win.  We are all on the same team here.  We all want to win the "game".  We all need to help each other win the "big game"!  That is what Jesus has done for us.  We need to be strive to be like him, and help others find this "playbook".  This is what all of these phenomenal prophets in the Book of Mormon have done.  They are sharing the "playbook of salvation".

"How Can I Be Like My Jesus Christ?"

Elder Coletti

Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Room

Elder Coletti's Letter 12/18/16:

I cannot believe it is Christmas this week!  Yes!!!!!!!  This Christmas season has been very special to my heart.  I have felt the Spirit in so many different ways.  I am so glad to be on my mission during the Christmas season.  My testimony of Jesus Christ keeps growing bigger and bigger.  I recently read about the suffering of Jesus Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane in the book Jesus the Christ.  Jesus Christ is everything.  He plays a part in everything we do.  My mom and my best friend both sent me this story this week, so I had better share it too!;)  I know that Jesus Christ is the center in everything we do.  He is there when we most need him.  Remember him this Christmas week!  He is the reason we celebrate.  Rejoice in our Redeemer.  Love you all!  Merry Christmas!

Elder Coletti

The Room

Joshua Harris

"Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again..."

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features in this room save the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed".

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title --- "People I Have Shared the Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.

It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written

Monday, December 12, 2016

Three Baptisms!

Elder Coletti's Letter 12/12/16:

So we have been having baptisms lately!  Let me tell about these incredible people:

謝濬鴻 (Harry):  Harry is 14 years old!  His mom was a long lost LA. Elders dropped by her house back in May.  Her oldest son (Jamie) was baptized in August, and then her youngest son (Harry) ended up getting baptized on December 3!  He is such a fun kid.  He absolutely loves missionaries and is very mature for his age.  He started talking about how he knows that this church can bless his family in the future. I am so happy to have had the opportunity to meet this kid.  I literally love him like my little brother.

賴盈廷 (Lai):  Lai is about 30 years old.  He ran into missionaries on the street back in September and he has been completely golden since then!  He loves learning about the Gospel of Jesus Christ and how it can bless his life.  He goes to the Gospel Principles Class every week and he loves going to church to have a peaceful reassurance.  He has some family problems, but he wants to make things right.  He knows that Christ can help him out.  He is one of the most humble human beings I have ever met.  You can feel his love every time he looks at you.  He wanted to change and he has.

竺藩盛 (Sean):  Sean is very special to me.  Elder Moss and I ran into him on the streets.  During our initial contact with him he had a lot of interest in English, but as we talked to him some more, he opened up.  He talked about how he wants more happiness in his life and that the messages we were sharing might really help him.  Sean is really awkward:)  He is just a little socially awkward because he grew up not having a lot of friends. He started coming to church.  Every time we sat down and had a lesson with him he would really opened up to us. He would talk about what he was thinking and how he was feeling.  He has an incredible testimony.  He knows that this church is true and that it will bring him more happiness.  I love this guy!

Well, that is what has been happening lately!  I am absolutely loving it in Taoyuan!  It is so much fun.  I have a cool lesson on faith that I experienced this week.  While we were biking in the night, we turned down this really small alley. I mean really small! We were probably 1 yard away (on both sides) of hitting the walls.  It was a very, very skinny alley.  It was also at night time and there weren't any street lights.  I literally could not see two feet in front of me.  As scary as this pathway seems, I have biked down it before in the daytime. I knew where it led (Key word: knew).  I knew that it was going to be alright.  As I was biking, I starting to think about how scary this would be if I had  no clue where this alley was going! I think that this is what faith is like!  Sometimes we don't know where the path we are going down leads to.  Sometimes we don't know what the result is going to be.  But when we have faith, it doesn't matter.  We just believe.  We know that it is going to be alright.  We know that we will see the light on the other side.  Faith gives us the power and the desire to keep moving forward.  It tunes out the "walls" to our sides.  It outshines the grim path ahead of us.  It's what keeps us moving forward.

Faith can have failure.  But Faith cannot have disappointment.

Love you!
Elder Coletti