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Life is inexorable. It allows for no breaks, no pauses, no chances to rest and catch
one’s breath. As soon as one task is finished, five more line up and clamor for attention.
To bask in the glow of a job well done is a luxury few can afford. Thus it was when I
returned home, after a mission well served, in June of 1998.
No sooner had I stepped off the jetway when life once more demanded that I live it.
I had to find employment, reestablish relationships with my family, touch base with my
friends, and through it all maintain the high spiritual health I had developed while
serving in Tampico, Mexico. To this end, I continued to pray, read my scriptures, and
attend my Sunday meetings. A month after returning home, my bishop called me to
teach Sunday School to the thriteen and fourteen year old class, of which my sister was a
part.
I was not due to return to BYU until the beginning of winter semester. Thus, I
appraoached the coming months with eagerness and zeal. I spent my time working at the
family business, visiting with former friends, and volunteering in the baptistry at the
Denver Temple. The enthusiasm and momentum from my mission carried me saftely
through the first few months of awkward readjustments. However, as summer faded into
autumn, a profound meloncholy and restlessness entered my life. Though I had tried to
recconnect with my former friends, I had learned to my sorrow that the intervening years
had moved us all onto separate paths, moving us in different directions. Many brisk
September evenings found me wrapped in a moody lonliness.
For three more months I waited, looking forward to going back to school and once
more progressing with my life. During those days, I was still able to find moments of
hope and happiness, times when I could lift my head above the smog of self-pity. I found
joy in temple service, and though my friends and I had parted ways, I developed an
honest friendship with my parents. Although my life was not onerus, I was nevertheless
anxious to continue with my education.
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I left home this morning at eight. We went and picked up Beckie and
Grant. We then drove to the airport. Jason, Shawn, RJ, his mother, Michelle
Douglass, and Mel Cruz were waiting for us there. My flight was delayed twenty-
five minutes. I received my father’s copy of A Marvelous Work and a Wonder, by
LeGrand Richards from RJ’s mother.
When my family had slipped into inactivity eight years previous, they gave
away most of their church books. One of these was the abovementioned book. It
was the copy my father had used on his mission. When I started going back to
church in my freshman year of high school, Sister Roxanne Phillips, who was then
in possession of the book, planned for this day, and planned on giving me this
very special copy of Elder Richard’s book. Since I had already bought my own
copy, and felt like I didn’t need two, I gave away my extra copy to Melanie Cruz,
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who was not a member of the Church. This was, it seems, my first proselyting as
a missionary. My father’s copy of A Marvelous Work and a Wonder became one
of my most cherished possessions and helped me to feel a connection with my
father during the hard times of my mission.
I left my family and friends, my mother cried, and I flew to Salt Lake City.
They drove me to Provo in a van. I rode with two other elders, one from
Maryland going to Detroit, and the other from Seattle going to Pittsburgh. We
arrived in Provo at one o’clock. My former roommate, Tim Chartrand, was there
to meet me. We put my luggage in a room and went to an orientation and
welcome. The two of us paid very little attention to the presentation; we had both
bid farewell to so many friends in the last six months that we knew all the beats in
the presentation and were able to crack the jokes before the speaker did.
I then said good-bye to Tim, left the room, left the building, got in line,
had my picture taken, and received my nametag and house key. I was told to get a
haircut, and then they checked my immunizations. I received my books and
supplies, which included a Spanish-English dictionary, a copy of the discussions
in both English and Spanish, and “Spanish for Missionaries.” I then went to my
dorm, got my haircut, retrieved my luggage, and unpacked. I met my roommates
and my companion.
We went to dinner, where I saw Noah Huntsman—who no one thought
would serve a mission, but was scheduled to leave for Ecuador soon—and Jared
Hutchings—who was leaving for Uruguay a few weeks after Noah. I talked with
them both. Dinner that night was a choice of spaghetti or meatloaf. Neither
looked that appetizing to me, but since the spaghetti meal came with a side of
garlic bread, I chose the former. I also had a helping of Waldorf salad. We then
went home (that is, to my dorm). Later, we went to a meeting with the Assistant
to the President, and then met our teachers with the rest of my district. We came
home and I started writing in my journal.
I’m a little nervous about this whole MTC thing. Saying good-bye wasn’t
as hard as I thought it would be, though I’m already missing my family. Seeing
friends tonight really made a difference. I hope I do well. I can’t believe that I’m
a missionary already! Still hasn’t sunk in that I’ll be gone for two years.
Still in shock.
Looking forward to and dreading the future.
I am happy.
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We ate lunch and then attended our first class—P.M. Class: Commitment
Pattern, Brother Meik teaching. Brother Meik was the oldest of our instructors, in
both age and time spent teaching at the Mission Training Center. He had a
pregnant wife and a receding hairline. Hermano Meik (pronounced MEEK) was
energetic, enthusiastic, and very obedient to mission rules. We tried to sing
“Spirit of God” in Spanish, but it sounded horrible. We went to dinner and then
attended a meeting with President Gappmeyer, our branch president. I like him. I
had a short interview with him. He asked me to bear my testimony to the district.
I did so, came home, and showered.
I love it here. The last couple of days have been slow and it’s been hard
for me. But I’m starting to feel the spirit of this place—a spirit matched only by
the temple. My roommates are cool and I am looking forward to the next few
months serving and growing with them. They are:
Elder Jared Callister: from Boise, Idaho. He’s my companion. Seems to
be an agreeable and likable fellow. He was a very relaxed missionary, but also
very obedient. He was also the first in our group to become senior companion,
and was made district and zone leader shortly thereafter. He served as ZL for
over a year and then finished his mission as a branch president in Tanquian. He
had grown up in Hawaii and still carried with him the relaxed attitudes of that
culture.
Elder Michael Felley: from San Diego, California. He’s a Latino and is
pretty active and vocal. He had more energy than could have possibly been
contained in his wiry frame. He picked up the language much faster than the rest
of us and was often a guide and an inspiration, as well as a provider of comic
relief, for the entire district. His best friend from high school was later called to
the Tampico Mission, and eventually the two of them served together in Ciudad
Victoria and broke nearly every mission record. He finished his mission as an
Assistant to the President.
Elder Chad Fister: from Fullerton, California. He’s a tall and athletic type.
So far, he’s pretty cool. He was one of only three freshmen to play on BYU’s
varsity basketball team in 1995, and his love of sports often dictated our P-Day
activities. He set the mission on fire when he was a zone leader in Victoria by
baptizing an unheard-of eleven people in a single month. He was Assistant to the
President towards the end of his mission, and finished as a zone leader in
Tampico.
Elder Clark Taylor: from Monticello, Utah. He’s quiet but can be very
funny. I think we’ll have fun. Elder Taylor was very devout and serious about
his mission. He was often worried about serving in Mexico, mostly because he
threw up three or four times a week during our first month at the MTC.
Nevertheless, he was one of the first of us to become a zone leader, served several
months as a branch president in Soto La Marina, and finished his mission in the
offices as Secretary to the President.
Elder Michael Stauffer: from Afton, Wyoming. He’s really quiet.
However, I think he’ll make a great missionary. His frame was compact and
muscular; he was a wrestler in high school. Stauffer was quiet and unassuming,
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and could stay focused on Scripture study, even while Elders Felley and Hasty
were clowning around. He thus earned the nickname “The Rock." Elder Stauffer
finished his mission in Tampico as a zone leader.
Elder Michael Tonks: from Los Alamos, New Mexico. He was incredibly
intelligent and smart. Tonks was often the brunt of our jokes but always took it
with extreme good humor. He was my zone leader in Madero for a time before
being called to the offices to serve as Assistant to the President, where he finished
his mission.
Elder David Watkins: from Idaho Falls, Idaho. Of the twelve of us in the
district, he was the only one who had taken no high-school Spanish. He struggled
so hard to learn the language, and as our MTC district leader, we often rallied
around him. He finished his mission as a zone leader in Valle Hermosa.
We’re all going to Mexico Tampico. Bonds to last a lifetime will be
forged.
The other two elders in our district were:
Elder Geoffrey Hasty: from somewhere in Vermont, though he got tired of
saying that and started telling people he was from northern Utah, where he had
lived for the last year. He and Felley were the class clowns, often bouncing jokes
back and forth off each other to the point where we could no longer breathe for
laughing so hard.
Elder Jose Castillo: from Salt Lake City, UT. He was a convert and often
struggled with the rules and regulations of the MTC. He and Felley became fast
friends, and I think that Felley had a powerful impact on Castillo’s mission.
Both Elders Hasty and Castillo were preparing to serve missions in
Tijuana.
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missionary ever and even had delusions of grandeur—often dreaming of the great
and marvelous works that I would bring to pass in Tampico. This experience
reminded me of two things—that I am human, and that the Lord loves me,
imperfections and all.
I need to change the views that I’ve always had about my life. I have
always believed that I would someday be a leader of men—a great, moving force
in the kingdom of God. However, this is just not going to be. Elder Watkins was
called to be our district leader. This seemed very natural to all of us, since Wattie
was such a sincere and humble missionary. However, at one level, I was
disappointed, because I still harbored unrighteous aspirations of leadership. It
took me time and effort to overcome those feelings, but overcome them I did, and
was all the more blessed for it.
I am an ordinary man. I have come to know that the most important thing
I can do in this life is to raise up a righteous family unto the Lord. I will serve
Him all my life, but as a common soldier in His army, not as a general. For now, I
will serve. I do not need to lead. Only to serve the Redeemer of my soul, the
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Creator of Heaven and Earth, the Lord Jesus Christ, whom I love with all my
heart. And so it is written, and so it must be, and so I must accept it.
I feel like we’re finally settling in to the demanding schedule of the MTC.
The day went smoothly, and everyone in the district is learning to conduct
themselves with quiet dignity, even Elder Hasty. I find it interesting how a group
of young men and young women, total strangers to begin with, thrown together
24/7, can mesh together as a team in less than a week. I am confident that my
district can handle any problem, conquer any challenge, face down any situation,
take on the world. I also find it interesting how quickly a reputation can be
formed. Already I am the intellectual scriptorian. Ay caramba!
That night, I finally met up with an old friend from high school, Benjamin
King. He was leaving for Rome the following day, and it was exciting to see how
much he had changed in the brief years since we had last seen each other. I
hoped that such changes were in store for me, as well, during my sojourn in the
Mission Training Center.
Today was P-Day, and despite this fact, I broke my spiritual block. I just
haven’t been feeling the spirit as strongly as I thought I should. That first week
was long and arduous. Fatigue wore us all down, and by the time this first
Preparation Day came around, I was so tired that I felt spiritually out of step.
But when I walked into the Celestial Room of the Provo Temple, the spirit
washed over me like the waves of the sea. I nearly cried.
I wrote six letters (To my family, to Adrianne Nash, and to a few others)
and bore my testimony in each of them. The spirit just continued to grow. Then, I
sang for Richard G. Scott in the MTC Choir and then learned of the Atonement
from him. He spoke about searching the scriptures, and bore his testimony, a
testimony, he said, that went beyond faith. He knew. At the end of his talk, he
dedicated time for questions and answers, and in typical talk-show style, had
ushers with microphones on the prowl.
I am on fire now. The spirit is pulsing through my veins. I want to bring
this joyous message to all the world, and share the message of love and hope. I
am ready to lose myself in the work and learn what my Father can teach.
“I love it here! The MTC is awesome. A spirit exists here like no other. It’s
a cross between a monastery and a military camp. A monastery because you’re so
secluded and sheltered, and a military camp because of the rigorous schedule we
keep. It’s also cool to think of the 3,000 missionaries here who are building
themselves physically, spiritually, and mentally to go into the world and bring souls
to Christ.
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“My schedule is as follows: wake up every morning at 6:00 am. Eat breakfast
at 6:30. We are in class by 7:15. We spend 45 minutes in personal gospel study.
Brother Thomas comes in at 8:00 and teaches us how to teach the discussions. We
get out of class at 11:15 and go to eat lunch. At 12:30 we have some sort of activity.
On Mondays it’s a Large Group Meeting. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays
it’s gym. On Wednesdays and Fridays its personal study time. We are in class again
at 1:45 p.m. and read the Book of Mormon in Spanish. Brother Meik comes at 2:00
and teaches us the Commitment Pattern—how to use and develop our skills to teach
the gospel. We get out at 5:00 and go to dinner. Then we’re back in class at 6:00
and read the Book of Mormon in English for a half hour. Sister Brady comes at 6:30
and teaches us Spanish until 9:30. We then go home, write in journals, etc. and go to
bed at 10:30. That’s over nine hours of classes!!! All in the same room!!! I love it!!!
“The Sunday schedule is different. We wake up at 6:00 am, like always.
However, breakfast is not served on Sundays, so we take a nice leisurely shower. Or
about as leisurely as can be expected in a community bathroom—15 showers and no
hot water, usually. We have a one-hour district meeting at 7:00. Priesthood meeting
at 9:00, gospel study at 11:15, and then lunch. Sacrament doesn’t start until 3:00
p.m. and we have a light supper afterwards. At 5:15 my comp and I go to the choir
practice, and then there is a fireside and another gospel study (kinda like Sunday
School).
“Today was P-Day, and our schedule is like this: wake up at 6:00 am. Service
project (cleaning the gymnasium) from 6:30 to 7:30. Breakfast, temple, lunch,
laundry, and letters. And then sleeeeeeeep!!! Tonight we have a fireside (Richard G.
Scott of the Twelve) and a district meeting. P-Day is officially over at 6:00 p.m..
“I’m really getting into the spirit of the work. The other day, we practiced
street contacting. Brother Meik put us on a timer, as we role-played the scenario
with our companions. First we had to do it (that is: approach, build a relationship of
trust, prepare the contact to feel and recognize the spirit, give the contact a Book of
Mormon, and make an appointment) in seven minutes. Then we had three, then one
and a half, then 30 seconds. Then we moved up, to one and a half, then three, then
seven again. The purpose of the activity was to figure out the most essential things
that need to be said, and build on those, rather than on other, less important
statements. However, the overlying lesson in this and all my classes, is let yourself be
guided by the spirit.
“In all my district, I’ve taken the most Spanish. This has automatically
promoted me to Spanish Tutor. Its not an honor I would like nor am comfortable
with—I was never very good at Spanish (I got B's). However, I do help where I can
and learn what I must.
“I’ve also found myself in a role that I’ve played before. Elder Hasty claims
that I have the entire Standard Works memorized. Now, this is a role (scriptorian)
that I’m comfortable and familiar with. I can deal with it easily.”
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I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that the curse of my life has returned with
force. If it ever had, in fact, left me. I still suffer from a low self-esteem, though
it manifests itself in tricky and subtle means. I know who I am and where I am
going, but this does nothing for this new manifestation of the old curse. My views
of myself and relationships with people are of a klutzy, spastic, awkward kid. I
know I shouldn’t worry about this now, but I ask myself, why? Why am I not
confident in my relationships with others? Why does this curse follow me
around? I am walking a thin line between pride and self-pity.
Frequent mood swings were the norm for me in the MTC. However, since
then I have thought that much of what was wrong with me at that time was Satan
whispering to me that I was going to fail as a missionary. On this day he
reminded me of my sub-standard social skills. I didn’t know how to talk to people
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Never mind. I’m better now. I had a dream last night about my last
weekend in Colorado with my friends at a local amusement park called Elitch
Gardens. It brought to my remembrance a few forgotten things. I also received a
letter from Jeff Baker, a high school friend who often had more faith in me than I
did. All in all, I’m as happy as I’ve ever been. I guess this was the first of many
up-and-down cycles. It was a culmination of many things. The Lord, though, in
His ultimate goodness, has given me a chance to be happy. I can’t explain it (how
my dream helped), but I was much happier this morning.
More than anything, the dream reminded me of the love of my friends back
home and the fact that they believed in my abilities and often forgave me of my
shortcomings. The events recorded in this entry taught me a profound truth:
things often look better in the morning. During my mission, I learned to leave the
most pressing and hopeless problems for the morning, and in the light of a new
day, filled with hope, I found inspiration and answers. I am confident in my
abilities and in my future. I have faith and hope in God.
Things of import today—Hermano Curtis subbed for Hermano Thomas.
He told us horror stories from his mission in New York City. Hermana Brady said
“De nalgas” to a group of elders which means something entirely different than
the standard “De nada” which the situation called for.
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It’s time for some serious self-reflection. And so I turn to the source that
has always made my thoughts so clear: my journal. For the Holy Spirit works its
way into my writing. I return now to the subject of humility, and more
specifically, leadership aspirations. I have always aspired to leadership positions,
but very rarely have I served in them. Right now, I am serving under Elder
Watkins, my DL. He is a man of rich family background, yet is the most humble
guy I ever met. He’s struggling to learn Spanish, but he’s got the biggest heart of
anyone I’ve ever known. I love him and I love serving him. He’s a great leader.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I need to learn how to be happy with
being an ordinary soldier with superior mental attributes (not to be prideful, just
trying to consider the facts objectively). Here I am simply trying to lay the
situation on the line and be honest with myself. I had learned in the past year or
so that I had certain mental gifts, among them memory and intelligence. I
recognized that they are gifts, and as such come from God. I also recognized that
I was lacking in other important abilities.
I need to learn how to serve, being aware of my strengths, but placing
those strengths at the service of my leader. I think this is an important lesson I
must learn—how to accept authority. I sustain Elder Watkins with all my heart,
yet still long to lead. Maybe if I learn and appreciate lines of authority, I will
someday be a better leader. Maybe then, when I’ve truly learned humility, the
Lord will deem me worthy. Until I overcome my prideful nature, the pride that
puffs up my heart, I will never truly be a great leader.
I got mad at Felley today, ate lunch with Watkins and Tonks. Several days
previously, during an exercise in which we all took turns reading out loud, the
district decided that my reading voice had a decidedly professional sound to it.
They thought that the rhythm, the cadence, the enunciation and articulation
sounded like what you would hear on a book on tape. I vaguely recall that on this
day, Felley made reference to this ability of mine, and did so in a way that he
thought was funny, but offended me. The fact that I can’t even recall what the
comment was demonstrates that the whole affair was rather trivial and
unimportant. He later apologized for hurting my feelings, and I apologized for
being a weenie.
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good about what I said. The branch presidency had known since the fifth of June
that somebody from our group would have to fill the position that Elder Gillespie
would be vacating, but their choice was held in abeyance until this evening. I was
honestly shocked when the call was extended to me, and in a Forrest Gump-like
response, I replied simply “OK.” I realized that I should reply with greater
formality and quickly amended my response. My duties as Assistant to the
President included orienting new missionaries, planning sacrament meeting, and
assisting the district leaders in their responsibilities.
In addition, as I walked down my hall tonight, I heard a group singing
“God be with you till me meet again.” Think, Nathan. Last summer, what that
song said to you. Perhaps God has forgiven you and you are again on the right
track. On a visit to the Temple Square the summer after I graduated from high
school, I left the Tabernacle with this song playing on the organ. I felt certain
that someday I would be a leader in the Kingdom of God. This evening I thought
that perhaps the promise had been renewed, that I was to lead people in
righteousness someday. However, not only did I still struggle with leadership
aspirations, I still struggled with learning how to be a leader.
“Well, it’s P-Day again. And again I’m doing my laundry. Only this time my
roommates and I are here in the laundry room at 4:45 am to beat the crowds. Last
week, we did it at 1:00 p.m. and it was impossible to find a dryer; this week we’re on
top of things.
“I said the opening prayer in sacrament meeting on Sunday. We have
branches at the MTC, not wards. Branches are quite a bit smaller. We have 48
missionaries in our branch, possibly fewer, I’m not sure.
“This upcoming week is going to be hectic. Not only are we going to have a
record number of missionaries here, but there is also a new mission president’s class
going on all week. It’ll be cool because all sorts of General Authorities will be
coming through here.
“I’m learning and growing a lot. I can bear testimony in Spanish, as well as
pray and sing in Spanish. Now, if only I could carry on a conversation. I’m doing
fine, you can put your mind at ease for another week.”
God is so awesome! This week, 138 new mission presidents are attending
classes at the MTC, including President Dennis Brown, from my home ward. I
was hoping to see him, to remind me of home. And I did. At the precise moment
I was thinking of it. Five years later, Sister Kathy Brown would be instrumental in
keeping me active in my home ward. I was going through a tough time in my life,
taking a semester off from school, and not feeling very connected to anyone or
anything in the ward. Sister Brown found me one Sunday, reading a church book
in the foyer during Sunday school, and asked me to substitute as a temporary
primary teacher (she was Primary President). I said yes, and three weeks later,
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Another great Sabbath. I was made AP today. Found out that Amanda
Cochran, whom I home taught at BYU, is coming into the MTC this week and
will be in my Branch. She received her mission call to Germany a week before I
received mine to Mexico, and shortly thereafter, we attended an endowment
session together at the Provo Temple. I’m looking forward to seeing her again.
I had a humbling experience tonight, concerning pre-judgment. In our PM
Gospel Study, one young elder seemed rather odd. He raised his hand and told a
story about hearing voices in the temple, and talking to the person for whom he
was going through the endowment session. Our entire district looked at each
other in bafflement, thinking that this guy was crazy. Elders Felley and Hasty
exerted an admirable effort to stifle their laughter. However, the closing hymn
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for that meeting was “Love One Another,” which humbled me. I should not judge
my fellow servants. In a similar meeting a month later, this same individual told
a story in which he revealed that he grew up in a polygamous colony and was
physically and sexually abused. Why he chose to share this in a large group
meeting, I do not know. What I do know is that I should not judge another, for
“in the quiet heart is hidden sorrow that the eye can’t see.”
Not a lot to say. I’m tired. Just preformed first official act as AP—I
checked the Captain out of his room. Captain Moroni was Hasty’s nickname for
one of the two enormously tall elders who occupied the other two bunks in his
room. Wilt the Stilt and the Captain were both going to English-speaking
missions, and so left us after only three weeks.
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“On Saturday, we started learning the discussions in Spanish. The words are
written right there on the page, but we have to come up with our own questions.
“¿Que cree que es Dios?” (How do you believe God is?) or “¿Que piensas de Dios?”
(What do you think about God?) Everybody is having a good time teaching and
learning the Spanish charlas (discussions).
“Tomorrow, I have twenty-three new missionaries coming into the branch. I
remember how dazed and confused I was on that first day and how thankful I was
for Elder Gillespie and his orientation meeting. I’m excited about returning the
favor by helping this new group fit into the MTC lifestyle.
“After three weeks now together, everyone has buckled down and begun to
study. We’re even more of a team now than ever before. Elder Watkins, our
fearless leader (he’s our district leader), is so rad. I wish I could be more like him.
He leads in such a quiet, humble, loving, dignified way. And we’ve got some
awesome individuals besides him, too. There’s Sister Lipiec from Ontario, Canada
who has a dying mother back home, whose best friend committed suicide on the
weekend before she entered the MTC, and so forth. She is so strong. I admire her
faith and perseverance.
“One of the other teachers, who teaches the class next to ours, is a returned
missionary from Tampico. Hermano Frandsen is his name. He comes in often and
we ask him tons of questions about the mission. It seems that it’s not too far behind
America, meaning they have McDonald’s and stuff. However, there are no hot
showers, he said. In one area, he even had to sleep on a dirt floor.”
I welcomed the new districts today. Since we had two in-coming districts,
President Gappmeyer suggested that I ask Elders Hasty and Castillo to aid me in
my tasks. Callister and Castillo took one district, and Hasty and I took the
Germans. Hasty, as the district clown, was much more relaxed in front of the
group than I was, which made me feel all the more inadequate. I had not, as yet,
developed my own personal leadership style, and I thought that I had to bring the
best of Hasty, Felley, Fister, and Watkins to bear in my own personality.
After the meeting, I reflected on my apparent shortcomings. I now have an
ugly fact staring me in the face. I am not the Great Leader I’ve always wanted to
be. I am neither strong enough nor courageous enough to lead people. Maybe
God only gave me this position as AP to show me my weaknesses and teach me a
lesson about aspiring to leadership. Even though I’m serving in a capacity that is
beyond my abilities, I am going to give it everything I’ve got. I’m going to try my
hardest. I owe it to the branch, to the church, and to my Savior to serve with
100% of my heart. I will not let my Lord down. I will do my best.
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Fighting monotony. It’s been encroaching for the last three days. I’m
down on myself for not giving 100% of my best effort. Again, I felt that laughing
and goofing off was not part of the righteous missionary’s day. Because of that,
I’ve just not been extremely happy the last couple of days.
I met Pedro today. He’s from Mexico and he bore us his testimony in
Spanish. We met him at lunch after Hermano Thomas’s class. He was at the
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This was my first leadership challenge in the mission field. I was never
really comfortable talking to people, and especially not when they were angry
with me. This was the first time that, as a leader, I had to lay down the law and
call someone to repentance. This was also the first time that I realized that I had
a leadership style of my own, as I went about fixing the situation, not with harsh
words or blown-up polemics, but with a spirit of love and reconciliation. I did not
have to be bold and daring as a leader, I just had to love those I served.
The district leaders for the new districts were called tonight. Watkins and
I trained them. One of the new District Leaders was an Elder Nathan Smith,
called to serve the German district. He had been the best friend of one of my
college roommates, and, perhaps because of this fact, he and I quickly became
close friends during our time together in the MTC. I spent long hours in his room
talking to him and learning from him. I like being a leader, sort of. I still think
I’m only an average one.
Happy Canada Day, eh! Yesterday I caught my second wind and today has
been great. I’ve refocused on the work, placing upon the altar of sacrifice
everything I have or have had. I press forward enjoying my time at the MTC, yet
looking forward to getting into the field.
Today I taught the first charla in Spanish to another elder. This mysterious
other elder was a member of another Spanish-speaking district who was perhaps
two weeks behind us. There were many opportunities like this to practice on
other elders, though most practices remained within our own district. Towards
the end of our seemingly interminable training, we practiced more and more with
other districts. I think Callister and I did fairly well.
I am looking forward to P-Day tomorrow and catching up on my sleep.
It’s amazing how tired you become sitting down twelve hours a day. Oh well.
Another great day. I still have a lot to do tonight: a hall council, brief talks
with my district leaders, and scriptures.
I wonder if the elders in my District are treating the hermanas with the
proper respect that I’ve always believed women should be treated. I don’t know if
I should say anything, maybe just set the example. This is a perfect example of
why I failed so often as a leader in the MTC. I often went along with the group
until my conscience pricked me. However, by then it was too late. I could never
ask those I led to change and repent when I myself had participated in the
transgression. It didn’t matter that I felt remorse and desired a change in myself
as well. To those I was called to lead, I was often just another one of the
participants. In this case, the lack of respect that I agonized over was just simply
treating the sister missionaries like one of the guys—joking with them, often
passing gas in the middle of class, and so forth. This also explains why I had
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much better luck leading the other districts in the branch—they never saw my
everyday imperfections.
I torqued off Sister Brady tonight. I wasn’t taking my Spanish lessons too
seriously, and was making dumb jokes instead of applying myself. She would cast
a sharp look in my direction and I would feel sheepish and ashamed. However, in
trying to make it better, I only made it worse. I would apologize, and then I would
just go back to doing the same thing. She finally snapped at me and said that if I
were truly apologetic I would quit with the dumb jokes. Then the fire alarm went
off and we were excused early. Good thing, too. Another five minutes in that
room and she would have killed me.
I welcomed a new district today. They are English speaking, going to
Texas. Now, of the four districts in the branch, ours is the most senior. This only
adds to the weight of authority and responsibility that is already burdening my
shoulders. How could I ever have aspired to this and more?
I can’t believe that I’m already halfway done with my experience here at
the Empty Sea. In just over a month, I’ll be in Mexico. Ay caraches!
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I figured something out today. There is a reason why I struggle with pride
one minute, and low self-esteem the next. It’s a question that has followed me for
some time. I talked about it briefly in one of my other journals. It’s not “Who am
I?”, but it’s closely related. Where do I belong? What role do I play in the
Kingdom of God and in the world in general? What meaning will my life have?
Callister and I were walking in the front of the MTC today and saw one of
our new elders, sitting on the grass, his bags packed. He was being sent home! It
really dampened my day. Especially since he was one of the three elders that I
was going to recommend as district leader.
Deep philosophical musings today at dinner, about the meaning and value
of life, and the price and cost of following Christ.
Wow! Another great Sabbath. I taught the new district in the morning; I
feel like I did a good job. Usually, the DL is in charge of teaching (or delegating)
the lesson for the morning district meeting. However, in a new district without a
DL, the AP would teach the first lesson. Thus, I rarely had the opportunity to
attend my own district meetings.
Every week, all the district leaders met with the branch presidency, to
discuss the needs of the branch. Sister Lipiec also met with us; she served as
Head Sister for the branch. It was a calling that no one else in our district knew
she had. She was a very caring individual and tried so hard to be a friend to all
the sisters in the branch. In that morning’s meeting, we discussed a sister, whose
name I know not, who is having severe emotional problems. Sister Lipiec has
been handling the situation at the expense of her sleep, but today we discussed
professional help. I pray for her, that she might overcome.
During the mission conference, which was held on the first Sunday of
every month, we heard of the “Jesus Seminar,” a group of left-wing minister that
has declared that the Resurrection is a myth and that Jesus was not the literal Son
of God. The Book of Mormon says otherwise. I foresaw a time when the
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knowledge of Christ shall wane, and “Mormons” shall be the only ones to declare
that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the living God.
In his capacity as our spiritual leader, President Gappmeyer had the
responsibility of conducting three interviews with each member of our district—
an entrance interview, a mid-term interview, and an exit interview. That Sunday,
our district had our mid-term interview with the branch president. President
Gappmeyer told me I was doing a fine job as a leader. He says that other elders
he’s talked with have a lot of respect for me. That’s all good, I suppose.
Tonight we had a great fireside about being who you want to be, and then
another one about drawing closer to the Savior. I haven’t been as close to Him as
I should be. I need to rely on Him like I never have before. The focus of the work
is not my own abilities, but on the love of the Savior and His Atonement.
Our district was assigned to clean the gym, and felt lucky that we had
drawn such a choice assignment. Other districts vacuumed dorms and scrubbed
toilets; ours swept the indoor track and cleaned off the basketball courts. Of all
the chores we had to choose from, I enjoyed the solitary ones the most. I loved
sweeping outside, because I enjoyed being alone in the early morning air.
It was on such a morning that I had this amazing epiphany. Today, I was
sweeping outside the gym, singing “Last Farewell,” a song by Jeff Goodrich that
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speaks of the martyrdom of the Prophet. Of a sudden, the spirit filled me and I
remembered all I had learned about the life of Brother Joseph. I then cried, for I
knew that he was a prophet. I cried because I finally understood the immense
power of the Spirit of God. I could rely upon this spirit to testify to my
investigators with the same power that it testified to me that morning. I could rely
upon this spirit to carry my insufficient words to the hearts of my listeners with
conviction.
I placed some names on the prayer roll, among them the nameless sister
whom we had discussed in correlation meeting. Later, our district went through
a hearing impaired endowment session. They had an extra television set next to
the large screen, and on the TV was a video with a lady translating the
endowment into American Sign Language. I took part in the prayer circle. I had a
great endowment, and once again felt the spirit’s purifying influence.
Then, later tonight, Carlos E. Asay spoke about the Prophet. It was
wonderful. I know that he was a prophet. The talk focused on eight tests of a true
prophet. This was another of those rare moments when I took notes, and I
actually carried those notes with me for the rest of my mission.
Last night, the whole district gathered in our dorm room, laughing,
talking, having a good time. In the middle of it all, I slipped out and went next
door to the other dorm, now empty. There I knelt down beside Elder Tonks’ bed,
and poured out my heart in prayer. I cried to the Lord. I said, “This is what I’ve
done wrong in my life. If you still want me to serve, let me know.” Wham! The
spirit filled me. I said, if I were to serve, I needed Him to make me equal to the
task, to help me to overcome my fear of people. If I’m going to succeed as a
missionary, I need Him. I know He’ll help. I felt an outpouring of love from on
high; I received my answer, returned to the district, and determined that I would
face the future with hope and optimism.
“My Spanish is coming along great, better than it ever was in high school. I
think part of it is that we have incentive to learn; we’ll be using it in a month. Most
important, however, is the spirit. You just really can’t beat God as a tutor.
Sometime I can speak well, sometimes I can’t. The difference is that sometimes I
have the spirit, and sometimes I don’t.”
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then the Lord would bless me. “If the Lord should command me, I could do all
things.”
Today, Felley pushed me over a chair. Very funny. This occurred during
a rather boisterous class exercise. Felley bumped into me, and overreacting, I
toppled over my desk. He felt bad, which was precisely why I did it. I was very
upbeat this afternoon. Part of it may have been because we finally got our travel
plans.
“Just a quick note to let you know that I have my travel plans. They go as
follows:
“I leave the MTC at 3:30 in the morning on August 5. I leave Salt Lake on
United flight 776 at 7:10. I arrive in San Francisco an hour and forty-eight minutes
later, 7:58 local time, 8:58 your time. We have a three-and-a-half-hour layover in San
Fran.
“We leave San Fran at 11:30 on United flight 1011. We arrive in Mexico City
four hors and thirteen minutes later, 5:43 local time, 4:43 your time. I have a three-
hour layover in Mexico City. I leave Mexico City at 8:35 on Mexicana flight 748. I
arrive in Tampico fifty-five minutes later, 9:30 local time, 8:30 your time.
“Just thought you’d like to know.”
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District 60-B
Front row: Elders Callister, Stauffer, Tonks, Sisters Lipiec and Bachman.
Middle row: Elders Taylor, and Hasty.
Back row: Elders Fister, Felley, Castillo, Watkins, and Barrett.
Elder Barrett
Studying the gospel
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