Recently my sister and I traveled to New Zealand. In New Zealand we stayed in a small town named Wanaka, about an hour north of Queenstown. In Wanaka, we found hundreds of things to do. Some were adventurous like kayaking, jet boating and bungee jumping. Others were calm such as attending movies, going on beautiful walks and drinking cocoa in the city park. As we soaked up the experiences in such a distant place we learned that our Heavenly Father is everywhere. Even if we are so far away from our homes, our beliefs are everywhere.
An hour an a half away on a Sunday morning we reached the church. A teeny tiny barely remodeled home with five rooms each about the size of a walk in closet. Each week as the time came closer to 10 o’clock we would begin to see a couple wander in. Three small families, if they could all manage, and on an occasion a couple visitors, the missionaries and the few children. In all about 18 people. Although the chapel was really a home and plastic chairs were more empty than full, the gospel of Jesus Christ was felt. We learned that our Heavenly Father is everywhere. Even if we are so far away from our homes, our beliefs are everywhere. Though I was only able to attend this chapel a few times I learned of the realness and truthfulness of this Gospel. Whether I am home or thousands and thousands of miles away, I know that my Redeemer lives because this gospel is the same, halfway around the world.