Carthage is still great. Have I told you about how Nauvoo is legitimately the biggest bubble? Like, no outside world interference, truly a bubble. Well Carthage is even more of a bubble, if that's even conceivable. And then you go through the tour a few times and the spirit's so strong you can become immune to it if you aren't careful.And if you aren't careful, you can create problems out of nothing, if you know what I mean. There are a lot of diverse personalities serving here in Carthage. . . It's quite a fun/interesting dynamic to work with the seniors so closely. I love them dearly. I'll never see seniors the same way again, on account of they are all my good friends, real talk. There's this couple named the Johnsons. Soooo great. Elder Johnson is like a father from another mother (don't worry Daddy, not to replace you!). Quite the quick and dry wit. He wants to be a star in Rendezvous (the senior play). I highly encourage it.
There's a really amazing phenomenon that happens whilst giving tours in the jail. As you go throughout the tour, even though I often don't know the people super well (if I even got the chance to talk to them beforehand), the spirit is just so clear. It's not so much that I'm given words to say (although sometimes that does happen). Rather it's just that I almost feel the spirit of the people in the tour. I just know what they need even if I don't actually know what they need. It's incredible. So often I just feel the soul of at least one person in the tour. And interestingly, although I guess not surprisingly, the most common theme I find myself testifying of is God's love. In some aspect or another. Everybody just needs it so bad. And I can feel it. I hope that doesn't seem weird. It's very real.
We got to see BYU's Living Legends this week, as they are in town. It's a dance-culture group thing of native and latin americans and polynesians. Super fun. Like super. If I could be polynesian. . . And they kind of tell the story of the Book of Mormon in a generic kind of way. It was touching. Man, I miss dancing so bad. Except for when we greet for Sunset by the Mississippi, I dance behind the audience. I get my fun in, no worries.
Ok, I love you!
Love, Rachel
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