Well. This week went by quick! All my Trainer and I have really been
able to do is tract and street contact. (if you don't know what those are ask
Chelsea). I've talked to many people and knocked on many doors. The end result
seems to be the same however. We aren't really making in ground in the area.
The ward loves the Sisters who have been here for a while, but they aren't
really sure about us. The elders haven't been in this area for a long time. We
went and chucked some wood into a ladies basement, painted a house, and gave
tours at the Memorial. Other than that it’s been mostly a walking week. I feel
this is quite like a scrum. Hard push at the beginning, but eventually it gives
way and we get this monster rolling.
Let me set the scene, the overall
game:
One of the final games of the season. Soon the victors will be known of
this league. The game has just begun and we're in the first few minutes.
Neither team is really gaining ground, but the game goes on. Rucks contending,
tacklers hurting, and lines have yet to be broken. The whole time we're testing
the defense. We've come out with a heavy offense and slowed to a constant
drilling at their line. The occasional kick sends the ball down field, but it
is immediately bunted back. (Sounds like the beginning of a mighty contest).
Soon we'll be engaging in Mauls and driving our way towards the try. A few
members carry the entirety of the team. While the rest of the team just kinda
sits back and watches. With the opposing team constantly pushing and driving us
back. Ridding us of any gains we had made. Soon we will score our first try.
Soon we will kick that conversion. Soon the team will act united. Soon we will
be successful.
The opposing team is a coordinated monster. They act as a team and drive
as a team. Our coach whispers from the sidelines of how we can begin our
advance. The assistants holler at us and tell us what we should do. Yet the
team still seems to falter. Every step we conquering go. Delivering mighty
hits, halting and slowing the cascade of this mighty team. However, no matter
how many times we knock them down, no matter the number of bone crunching hits,
they just pick themselves up and keep going. The team is acting as individual
units on a wide field. The enemy delivers hits and atrocities that any good ref
would call. High tackles and dangerous hits all around. The ref seems to be
against us though. He calls fouls on us when nothing has happened. Allowing the
other team to continue in their ways as long as they don't bother the referee.
(He is probably getting bribed). With valiant players our team pulls together
and presses against their opponents. We have few substitutes and they have
many. They roll their subs, new players to push against every few minutes. We
fight as hard as we can with our endurance keeping us afloat.
We've been trained and guided by the best coach in the universe. He
knows what we need to do, how we can accomplish our goals, and what position we
need to play. Some of us He gives the mantle of a forward. With our incredible
power we drive and tackle and break our opposition. Others He gives the crown
of a back. With their great skill they are able to score and to set up a
position well enough to keep the team rolling.
Our Apostles and Prophet, there are 15 of them for a reason. 15 players
on a rugby team. 15 Captains of our league. They guide and direct as taught and
inspired to them from our coach.
The leagues extend throughout the world. Our team started out as a small
club. Nimbly bouncing from place to place, delivering scores and hits as an
upcoming team, with great potential. Slowly yet surely our ranks have
increased. Our Captains are constantly changing as old ones are called to
assist the coach. Now the other teams surely have more, yet we are still a
powerful league.
I'll continue next time. For now, Love
you all!
Elder Adams
