Well, life in Carthage is just as peachy keen as ever.
As I've given tours, I have noticed fascinating patterns of human behavior (Side note: I pretty much knew this before but Sister Mills confirmed it and it's been defined: I have the gift of discernment. Like, of people. I can discern people. That's why people always turn out how I expect them to be (at least in our interactions together)--because I can discern it!). Anyways. As we open the door and let them out of the jail, there's a marked difference between those who smile, look you in the eye, say thanks when they walk by and those who don't. They are the ones who had a way more spiritual experience. Were way more prepared. They are the ones whose light of Christ you can feel. Etc. And yes, maybe that's why they thank you in the end. Because they had a good experience. There still is something, however, in their countenance, and gratitude/acknowledgement is just an outward expression of it.
Sorry, I honestly don't have much to say this week. The 170th commemoration of the martyrdom is coming up next Friday. Rumor is it's supposed to get cray cray at the jail. Also, Living Legends left and now the BYU contemporary dance team and also the jazz band Synthesis are here for two weeks. And guess who is on the CDT? My friend Tyler who lived at the Villa. It's really weird to see him except that it's not weird at all. And that's the weirdest part. What if I slip back to easily into normal life? Although, admittedly, Sister Richardson and I talked about how proud we are of ourselves because we really did start to get uncomfortable with some of the songs. They weren't even bad at all but we just felt really weird about it. (And I'm not even talking about the dance, just the normal jazz songs.) That's a good sign, right?
Ok, love you guys!
Love, Rachel
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