“To you who think you are lost or without hope, or who think you have done too much that was too wrong for too long, to every one of you who worry that you are stranded somewhere on the wintry plains of life and have wrecked your handcart in the process, we call out Jehovah's unrelenting refrain, 'My hand is stretched out still'. His mercy endureth forever, and His hand is stretched out still. His is the pure love of Christ, the charity that never faileth, that compassion which endures even when all other strength disappears.”
by Jeffrey R. Holland
About two weeks ago the youth of the Columbia Maryland Stake embarked on a Pioneer Trek for 3 days and 2 nights, the amount of spiritual growth and power that this experience brought to our youth is overwhelming, I would like to share with you a bit about my experience.
My name is Jessica Haggerty, I am 17 and also one of the lucky few who had the opportunity to attend trek twice! Both experiences have proven to be hugely important to my spiritual growth and understanding of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Thursday morning (July 13th) we arrived to camp Liahona at 8am sharp to have our bags checked for anything we shouldn't have (like pillows or watches) and to get sorted into our families for the trek. I had an amazing family (go clouds!). Then we set off into the wilderness. The first day we did about 12 or 13 miles of hiking, pulling a cart about 10 times my weight. (Keep in mind that the weather was about 99 degrees).
Friday we hiked about 5 or 6 more miles, then spend the rest of our day playing pioneer games and square dancing (there is nothing a little dancing can't solve).
Then Saturday we had our group devotional, alone time, and testimony meeting. Finally we walked the remaining 3 miles back to camp, packed up our families things, and went home.
There are a lot of things that I could tell you about the trek, a lot of things I could tell you about the people that were there and the things that we did, but I want to focus on the things I learned about myself and my Heavenly Father. I want to focus on the way that I felt, and the spirit that had touched me.
I began this post with a quote about struggling to find strength when you feel too weak. Often times on trek, especially during the women's pull (a time when all of the young men go away so the young women have to pull the cart on their own), I felt like I was on the edge. I felt like I could only pull for a few more steps, I could only push for a few more minutes before I would give up and allow the weight of the cart to stop me from continuing on the path. But somehow, I kept moving, I kept pulling, I kept pushing. Even when my energy seemed long gone, somehow I found the power to keep going. In many ways I think this is similar to the atonement of Jesus Christ. Sometimes the weight of the world and the weight of sin seems like too much to handle. It seems as if at any moment my strength will run out and I will have no choice but to stop moving along the straight and narrow path. But when I turn to Christ, because of the strengthening and enabling power of the atonement of Jesus Christ, I find the strength to keep going, to keep repenting, and to keep forsaking. He gives me the power to keep clinging to the iron rod. Christ's love and charity extend to all people, the strong and the weak, the tall and the small.
"Let us never forget the faith of our fathers and the selfless sacrifice of our mothers, those pioneering Saints who set such an inspiring example of obedience. Let us remember them as we strive to be valiant servants in our work to ‘invite all to come unto Christ’."
by Joseph B. Wirthlin
Ever since I had a testimony I've loved to share it. And for the past many years serving a mission has been set in my heart. Trek is an experience that helped me understand even further how much of a gift the gospel is in our lives, and gave me an overwhelming desire to sacrifice my time and energy for the gospel, as the pioneers did while crossing the plains.
The pioneer saints walked, were hungry, were thirsty, they gave up their homes, all of their belongings, their families, they even suffered death so that I can be where I am now, and so I can know about the gospel and so I can be happy. Sometimes it is so easy to forget about where we came from, but trek reminded me of the great sacrifices that my ancestors made.
Because of the pioneers, because of what they sacrificed and gave to their families and to their God, I've found a desire in my heart to serve they way they have served me. I've found a desire to do hard things, because I know that nothing is impossible when I'm on Christ's side. I’ve found a desire to give opportunity in the way that I have been given.
In conclusion, trek was an amazing experience. It was so much more than just a few kids hiking in the mountains of Pennsylvania. It was a spiritual journey that had a heavy impact in the hearts of all of our youth. It has taught me things that I will remember forever, as I do hard things in college, on my mission, and as I journey through the rest of my life. I will always remember the times when I felt as if I could no longer push, but because of Him, I always kept pushing.