Monday, August 7, 2017

Passport Blessing, Church at Camp Pendleton

We had a missionary transfer from another mission into our mission. One of the elders who came to pick him up asked if he happened to know his best friend who is now serving in the new elder's previous mission.

Our elder pulled out his planner (the missionaries love to decorate their transfer planner covers) to show the new elder a picture of his friend. Sure enough, the new elder not only knew who his friend is, but had recently served with him and knows him well.
A little tender mercy in regards to this new elder. A couple of days after his arrival, I was talking to the office secretary and a delivery man came in and handed her a big envelope. She commented on how it wasn't sealed and she hoped nothing had fallen out of it.

When she saw it was from the new missionary's previous mission and it was his paperwork, I told her I hoped he had his passport with him because it wasn't in the envelope. Since he is from another country, that thought had me concerned.

Just a few minutes later in walked the same delivery man with some folded up papers in his hand. He said he had found them in his vehicle and wondered if they had possibly fallen out of the envelope he had just delivered. As he handed the papers to Sister Radford, he turned his hand and then we saw a passport.

WOW!! What a blessing he had noticed in enough time to trace it back exactly to where it needed to be delivered. That could have turned out to be a disaster, because since we hold onto passports until the missionaries leave, I don't think we would have figured out the missing passport until it was time for him to fly home to his country.

We definitely have divine intervention watching out for us and our missionaries. And I am grateful for that delivery man to have heeded the prompting he surely was given to come back to ask us about the papers.

Glen has early morning stake missionary coordination meetings every Sunday of the month except on 5th Sundays.

Since his schedule was open this past 5th Sunday, he wanted us to go to Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton and attend the meetings there. We had only been there one other time shortly after we had arrived in the mission.
We have several military relations senior couples who work on base. We have three sets of elders, including the assistants, who teach one-on-one to the military recruits on Sundays. We have several other sets of missionaries who cover the wards that include the military base members.

The young missionaries get an early start there on Sunday mornings at 7:15 a.m. and they go right into teaching any recruits who are ready and willing to listen. The group of recruits sit around a big table and write letters to their families. At 8:05, if there is a recruit scheduled for baptism, they all line up to move as a group from the building where they meet for church to walk to another building where there is a baptismal font.

This is the first time we have witnessed a baptism. We walked back to the original building where we had sacrament meeting at 8:30 and the recruit was confirmed.

I was happy to see a picture of Christ had been hung by our leaders at the front of the room. It was a sweet and spiritual experience to sing the sacrament hymn and receive the sacrament alongside the room full of marine recruits.

When we walked in the building earlier in the morning, the man conducting the meeting jokingly said he might just have us speak. At that point, I told him if he needed a speaker, Glen could do it. (Yes, I volunteered him because he is so good at on-the-spot speaking, he is always prepared and the recruits would enjoy him a lot.)

Since the man didn't say anything after that offer, I didn't think anything else about it. As soon as the sacrament was over, he called on me to give my testimony and Glen to say a few words. WHAT?!?!?? We had one second to prepare!

Glen asked him how long he should take and the man said 5 minutes. Then the man stood up and we got the scoop on how the speaker had backed out the night before. Then the man told us the war stories the speaker would have said had he been able to come and then he just rambled on a bit for the rest of the 30 minutes.

We were so frustrated! If the man had shared with us when we first got there the predicament he was in that they had no speaker, we would have right then told him we would take care of it. I always carry talks with me in my bag. We could have used the talks we have given in other sacrament meetings where we are the only speakers. We were prepared. We could have done it. If only he had told us...

After the meeting, he thanked us for saying a few words. I asked him why he hadn't asked Glen to speak as I had suggested and he said he didn't want to impose. I felt like imposing was putting us on the spot instead of talking with us ahead of time.

Oh well. The priesthood class and the investigator/new member class (which I attended) sent everyone out of there on a spiritual high. The Sattleys, a senior missionary couple, teach those classes. Sister Sattley taught about the Book of Mormon and provided each one of the 21 recruits attending her class with a military size copy for them to keep.

She had some questions of the soul (from Preach My Gospel, pg. 107) along with the Book of Mormon scripture references which answer these questions. She asked them to look at the questions and see if they have ever wondered any of those things. Several responded. "How can my family be happier and more united?" "How can I avoid sin?"

One recruit said he had been thinking that very morning, "Is there life after death?" I thought it was interesting that I had testified of this very thing in my testimony earlier. Then Sister Sattley had him open to the scripture reference so he could read the scripture answer to that question. She had provided colored pencils for them to mark the answers to the individual questions they had.

She left them with three invitations. They had already been working on two which were to always say their prayers when they got in their bed at night. The second invitation was to not use swear words. When asked how they were doing on that one, they unabashedly confessed that one is hard for them. In her quiet, sweet voice, she pointed out to them that they will feel the Spirit more if they do not swear.

Then she left them with a third invitation. To read a little out of the Book of Mormon each night before they go to sleep. She suggested they look up the answers to the other questions on the paper and read those answers as well. It was a powerful lesson.
Sister Sattley gave me my own military copy of the Book of Mormon along with Principles of the Gospel. She said it is also such a great book for the military members to have as it has a section of special instructions for Latter-day Saints in the military.

It lists various gospel subjects and a little bit about them so they can know more themselves, but also so they can explain to others if asked. There are priesthood ordinances and blessings so they can know the proper way to do them. There are also a few hymns contained at the end of the book.

My favorite part is the beginning few pages. Such great words and a great message. This is an excerpt:

In facing the demands of military life, you can find comfort, strength, and assurance through daily prayer and scripture study and by following the words of latter-day prophets. This book, Principles of the Gospel, is intended as a companion to your study and will be an inspiration and helpful resource as you strive to live the gospel.

In your military responsibilities, you have committed to serve your country honorably. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you have made sacred covenants to serve the Lord and your fellowmen. Remember that you can be valiant in your obligations to both your country and your Heavenly Father.

The scriptures contain many accounts of people of military might who were faithful to their covenants. Captain Moroni, a great military leader, serves as a worthy example.

He “was a strong and a mighty man; he was a man of a perfect understanding; yea, a man that did not delight in bloodshed; a man whose soul did joy in the liberty and the freedom of his country, and his brethren from bondage and slavery;

“Yea, a man whose heart did swell with thanksgiving to his God, for the many privileges and blessings which he bestowed upon his people; a man who did labor exceedingly for the welfare and safety of his people.

“Yea, and he was a man who was firm in the faith of Christ, and he had sworn with an oath to defend his people, his rights, and his country, and his religion, even to the loss of his blood. . . .

“. . . If all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men” (Alma 48:11–13, 17).

Like Moroni, you can be “firm in the faith of Christ,” even as you experience the demands of military service. In fact, you will find that as you serve the Lord, your service to your country will be enhanced.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Quotes of the Week

To properly fulfill your opportunities and responsibilities, you must practice what you preach!
--M. Russell Ballard

Heavenly Father knows more than we do. He will answer our prayers in the way that is best.
--Dallin H. Oaks

God provided tools to help us be successful in our mortal probation. One set of those tools is the scriptures.
--Richard G. Scott

Love is the very essence of the gospel, the noblest attribute of the human soul.
--Thomas S. Monson

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Coordinating Councils Dinner, Senior Couples FHE, District Meetings

Our Area Authority, Marc Davis, invited the two coordinating councils which he presides over to his home for a dinner party.

The coordinating councils consist of the six stake presidents in our mission plus all the stake presidents in the San Diego Mission, both the mission presidents and the San Diego Temple president.
                      
We were sad to see the Schmitts leave, but happy to meet the incoming President and Sister Stubbs who are now serving for the next 3 years over the San Diego Mission. She is a cousin to Kim Brimley, our friend from back home.
We ate dinner in the Davis's back yard overlooking a golf course.
We enjoyed the beautiful palm tree sunset.
Sister Davis and her sister prepared all the food. Their daughters were our servers. They took a little time out to eat their dessert after all the guests had been served.
A former missionary, Elder Thomas Friend, stopped by the mission office for a visit. He had just gotten engaged on the beach two days earlier and wanted to share the news with us.
Each Sunday Glen plans for us to attend three different wards. He set a goal for us to get to every ward in the mission at least once a year. We didn't quite make it our first year here. So he changed the goal to getting to each ward in the mission 3 times in the 3 years we are here.

We always find it so interesting to see what happens at each ward we attend. Either a missionary needs something, or a ward member, or investigator or a new convert needs to tell us something, or a leader has had something on his mind and wants to share with us. We love to discover the reason for each visit and see how things unfold. It is quite amazing.

Two weeks ago Glen was called upon twice to speak. I am always relieved to be able to sit back and relax and enjoy what he has to say at a moment's notice. He is a master at on-the-spot thinking and speaking and counseling. Whatever he needs to do. He can do it. He is amazing!

As we were driving to Fallbrook that Sunday, I noticed another walking trail. We decided to check it out the following Monday morning.
The sign at Guajome Regional Park touted camping. Sure enough--we saw campers. Glen claims he would prefer camping at the campground in Carlsbad right along the beach. I think this has a more true camping feel--with woods nearby instead of an ocean nearby.

Either way--we both decided long ago that camping of any kind is not our way to spend a vacation. It's too much work! We would rather drive to a hotel and go out to eat at a restaurant.
This part of the trail was particularly beautiful and there were bunnies galore hopping around.

We found Guajome Lake.
It isn't a very large lake.

But it is picturesque.

We took a little hike to the Upper Pond. On our way back we learned what all the detour signs meant that were posted along the trail we had been walking. One of the trails was closed and we had to backtrack a bit to get back to our car.
Because of the detour, we got our 10,000 steps in that day before Glen went home to vegetate in front of his computer doing letters the rest of the day.
We have our senior missionary couples over once a transfer (every 6 weeks) for Family Home Evening. Glen grilled a delicious pork tenderloin everyone raved over.

After dinner we always gather in the celestial room for a few minutes to share missionary experiences.
We love our senior couples! We missed the ones who weren't able to attend.
Last week we attended different district meetings. This one was in the Vista zone.
The next day we went north to attend a district meeting in the Temecula zone.
The third district meeting day we spent in Escondido.

The district leader had us join in playing a little game to decide which person would get called on to give the STEPP talk--a short 2-3 minute talk using a Scripture, Testimony, Experience and Preach My Gospel to teach the assigned Principle.

Each missionary is to prepare a monthly STEPP talk and always be prepared to get called on at any of the meetings.

The game was a form of bocce ball where a small ball is thrown out as the target and the players try to throw their ball so it lands as close to the target as possible. We were each given a wadded up piece of paper to throw as close to the target as we could. The person whose wadded paper landed farthest away would give the STEPP talk.

I was second to last to throw. I threw my wadded paper and it was getting close to the target and then it bounced off skewampus and landed a definite ways away from the group of other wadded papers.

Glen was last to throw. Of course his landed right close to the target and it was very clear whose wad of paper was farthest away.

No need for a measuring stick or anything. None of the others were even close to being as far out as mine.
But, on the bright side, I guess all those impromptu speakings at stake conferences, sacrament meetings and other various meetings paid off for me. We have never been called on to do a STEPP talk in the year we've been here, but I pulled it off.

The subject was humility. It's something I'm a pro at needing to work on. Who better to preach it than me?!!?

Here's my man working away in the home office. For a year now I've watched him reclining in his office chair instead of sitting up doing his computering.
I sat in that chair the other day and could not believe how totally uncomfortable that thing is. Maybe if you are sitting back and having a chat with someone.

But definitely not if you are doing computer work. Hours and hours and hours of computer work. Every single Monday. Not to mention a few minutes every morning. And again every evening. And more time if preparing for MLC. Or zone conference. Or a talk. Or using the computer for anything.

I insisted we go to the store and sit in all the desk chairs there to determine which one would allow him to have better posture while using his computer. 

This is the second best chair in the store. The first best upright chair that was comfortable didn't have padding on the armrests, so I didn't want him to get that one. 
He is now the proud owner of a chair that keeps him almost upright instead of almost fully reclined. He claims he can't tell the difference. I claim it's a big improvement. 

Who knows...maybe it will improve the speed at which he reads and answers the missionaries' letters each week!

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Quotes of the Week

How do we arm ourselves with righteousness and power? We keep the Sabbath day holy and honor the priesthood.
--Henry B. Eyring

Even if everyone is doing it, wrong is never right.
--Russell M. Nelson

Take time to talk to Him, tell Him everything.
--Richard G. Scott

When we are complacent with our covenants, we are complicit with the consequences.
--Gary B. Sabin