Thursday, January 6, 2011

How often, eh?

I feel like this blog, for the time being, would serve best as a means of recording missionary experiences, but how often should this be done? however often you please. If you still read this, please, write on it, if you want to become a post-author, let me know :-), I'd love to have you write.


  1. This is not the last time
    I'm sorry for not writing more in the last month. It's past my onw month mark and this experience has become a quest for me. Is this because of my success? No, Quite the opposite, it's because no matter how I try i feel like I am a failure; in incomplete mixture of the necessary ingredients. Is it because I lack the talents or the skills necessary to do this? No. It's that I lack the commitment. The true virtue of commitment. And is this because of my weakness? No. It's because of my own falsly perceived strength! Is this a paradoxal concept? YES! Indeed it is! however, many of the truths in life are paradoxes.
    It is said that Man is less than the dust of the earth, and in this i find joy and sorrw. "Why? I'm pretty cool aren't I?" Yes, you are cool Kyle, but still less than the dust of the earth. And when I truly realize this I can find the peace, which contasins this truth: If I am nothing, what could i ever do to screw up? Nothing. I can't do anything enough to destroy anything irreperably, I can always turn back.
    Now, I'm supposed to say this: "In service you shall truly be humble, and this is to be made humble. By the work of your hands ye become the work in the Master's hands" and why not? our greatest humility and therefore greatest power is in the times when it is not about us, but about them and us together in service.
    So, this next month, I'm going to be humble, yep, and I'm going to pray for it...and hard too, and He will answer my prayers, and this I know.
    Posted by KyleKBateman at 7:38 PM

  2. I still read it till today - was a nice blog -never look back for the best is yet to come. I personally wished you would still write here even when the time of youth leaves with every day who passes but for others who may read this long after you walked this road when names are just a shadow ...of can you imagine you wrote that in february? it seams like ...