Elder Peter Henry Niceler
California Rancho Cucamonga Mission
6541 Woodruff Place
Rancho Cucamonga, CA 91701


Week 44 -- 3rd Area -- 5th Companion -- Hesperia, CA

April 6, 2015

This last week was really good.  We went out and just worked hard, and it seemed like every night I was just absolutely beat.  It was super awesome feeling that way.  We had to go down to Rancho Cucamonga for MLC (Mission Leader Conference) and that meeting was super long, but, was super good.  We had to be down at the mission office at 11am and the meeting went till 4pm, and we had to stay for another hour because one of the Elders we were carpooling with had an interview with the Mission President.  So, we ended up getting back up the Hill at 6pm.  It was just a super long day.  

We also got up on Saturday at 4:30am to go and see a blood moon, and it was totally not worth it.  It didn't even turn red it maybe got a very, very, very orange red.  It was totally not worth it.

General Conference was awesome.  All of the talks were great.  I loved how we got to hear such powerful testimonies of our Savior Jesus Christ.  One of my favorite talks was Elder Holland's talk.  I loved the story he shared to start off his talk.  Here it is:

"Without safety ropes, harnesses, or climbing gear of any kind, two brothers—Jimmy, age 14, and John, age 19 (though those aren’t their real names)—attempted to scale a sheer canyon wall in Snow Canyon State Park in my native southern Utah. Near the top of their laborious climb, they discovered that a protruding ledge denied them their final few feet of ascent. They could not get over it, but neither could they now retreat from it. They were stranded. After careful maneuvering, John found enough footing to boost his younger brother to safety on top of the ledge. But there was no way to lift himself. The more he strained to find finger or foot leverage, the more his muscles began to cramp. Panic started to sweep over him, and he began to fear for his life.
Unable to hold on much longer, John decided his only option was to try to jump vertically in an effort to grab the top of the overhanging ledge. If successful, he might, by his considerable arm strength, pull himself to safety.
In his own words, he said:
“Prior to my jump I told Jimmy to go search for a tree branch strong enough to extend down to me, although I knew there was nothing of the kind on this rocky summit. It was only a desperate ruse. If my jump failed, the least I could do was make certain my little brother did not see me falling to my death.
“Giving him enough time to be out of sight, I said my last prayer—that I wanted my family to know I loved them and that Jimmy could make it home safely on his own—then I leapt. There was enough adrenaline in my spring that the jump extended my arms above the ledge almost to my elbows. But as I slapped my hands down on the surface, I felt nothing but loose sand on flat stone. I can still remember the gritty sensation of hanging there with nothing to hold on to—no lip, no ridge, nothing to grab or grasp. I felt my fingers begin to recede slowly over the sandy surface. I knew my life was over.
“But then suddenly, like a lightning strike in a summer storm, two hands shot out from somewhere above the edge of the cliff, grabbing my wrists with a strength and determination that belied their size. My faithful little brother had not gone looking for any fictitious tree branch. Guessing exactly what I was planning to do, he had never moved an inch. He had simply waited—silently, almost breathlessly—knowing full well I would be foolish enough to try to make that jump. When I did, he grabbed me, held me, and refused to let me fall. Those strong brotherly arms saved my life that day as I dangled helplessly above what would surely have been certain death.”

So, this morning Elder Russell and I were watching the mormon message "Mountains to Climb," and while watching it I remembered a story from the past.  The story I remembered is about Eli.  The story is: One day I don't remember how long ago, Dad was getting ready to go and he couldn't find the keys to the car so he started to get super frustrated, so everyone was looking for the keys.  Dad wasn't getting any happier. I remember Eli just going off, I just thought that he was going off to check some other spot.  Dad found the keys and then Eli came back and said that he went and said a prayer that Dad would find the keys.  Well, we knew how it was that Dad had found the keys.  While I was thinking about that story I learned that acting on a twig of faith can do a lot.  Eli did something that I didn't even think to do, and because of that Dad found his keys.  We need to remember that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have put all of their trust in us and we need to do our best to live up to it. Just remember the story that Elder Holland started his talk off with.  That made me think of this, that we sometimes tell Jesus Christ to go and find a branch knowing that there aren't any branches, and Jesus Christ, just as the brother did, doesn't move and just waits for us to try and make the jump so He can be there to catch us.  He never leaves us no matter what.  Jesus Christ is at our side during us following him and during us not following him. 

I love all of you so much.

Elder Peter H. Niceler