Unsolicited Mission Story - Sylvia

After I spent a whopping 12 days in the MTC, I was greeted by my mission president, President Lewis, and his wife.  Shortly thereafter, I was introduced to my trainer, Elder Kafton.  He was a good guy, but he had never been a senior companion and the Elder who was in the area previously hadn't left it in the best of shape.  Let's just say that my first few days in the area were interesting as both Elder Kafton and I were struggling to acclimate to the change that had taken place in our lives.

Luckily, the Lord plants some tender mercies in the lives of his children who seek to serve him.  On like my 6th day in California, we had a dinner appointment with two of the members of our ward who were kind of on the fringe and who were renting a house together.  Unknown to us was that they actually had a third roommate named Sylvia.  She was the kind of person who had avoided missionaries up to that point and had enjoyed activities forbidden by the church.  Nevertheless, she had been prepared to receive the message.

Despite our weaknesses, when Elder Kafton and I walked in, we brought the Spirit, and helped Sylvia, in that moment, to realize that that's what she wanted in her life.  We immediately began to teach her and she began to learn of and to accept the principles and teachings of the gospel.

Possibly the best part of Sylvia's conversion experience was the miracle(s) that attended her as she began to learn and grow.  Sylvia asked God to show her in a way that she couldn't misunderstand that this was true and that this is what He wanted for her.  The result was that the Psoriasis that Sylvia had had for years was miraculously cured within just a couple days.  She herself said that there was nothing short of the power of God that could account for such a complete and rapid recovery of a condition that had persisted for so long.  She had had her sign.

Unfortunately, Sylvia's story didn't have the fairy tale ending of Elder Kafton and I baptizing her before the backdrop of a golden sunset.  Though she made fantastic strides and learned so much about the gospel, she ended up falling away to a certain degree and going back to the lifestyle that she had previously embraced.

However, I didn't say that the story didn't have a happy ending.  About a year after I first met Sylvia, I was transferred back to the same zone where I had begun my mission, right next to my first area.  Literally the week before I was transferred back into that zone, Sylvia was baptized after being re-taught by Elder Johnson and Elder Lamositele.  Inasmuch as I had just been transferred back into the zone, and had just been assigned to be a district leader, I was able to meet with Sylvia and teach her some of the new member lessons on exchanges and see how she had come full circle.  It was fantastic to see the fruits of my labors from more than a year earlier.

Sylvia and me a few months after she was baptized.  On a side note, Sylvia's dog, Bella, and I got along fantastically.  When I came back and starting teaching Sylvia again, Bella totally remembered me.  She's actually licking my thumb in this picture.  :)

My favorite part of the story is that, during her second conversion experience, Sylvia experienced a similar miracle as the first time.  The reappeared Psoriasis disappeared again after her reconversion, but it was much slower than it had been the first time around.  The Lord will always hear our cries, and His hand is always outstretched toward us, but depending on the choices we make, sometimes He's slow to hear us.  Despite the delay in her conversion process, I rejoice that Sylvia had the opportunity to be baptized and that I had the opportunity to teach her along the way.  There's nothing quite like it.  :)

Unsolicited Mission Story - 12/4/13

In my first area, there was a member family that my concurrent companion, Elder Stevens, and I had been planning to see for a couple weeks.  We'd frequently plan them in, but it just hadn't happened for a couple weeks.  As far as we could tell, they were doing alright and didn't desperately need our help, but we thought it would be nice to visit and get to know them/uplift and encourage them.

On the evening of the 4th, we were in the area and figured that that would be about as good a time to stop by as any.  When we knocked on the door, it was quickly opened and they let us in and were a little blown away.  Apparently, just a few minutes earlier, they'd been talking about calling the missionaries to see if they could get a blessing for the father of the family.  He'd been feeling significantly ill and he was the only Melchizedek Priesthood holder in his family.  Elder Stevens and I busted out the consecrated oil and anointed and blessed that man in the name of Christ on the spot.

We were talking with the whole family for a few minutes afterward when the sister-in-law, who'd witnessed it all, needed to make her exit.  As she was walking out of the house, she turned to the two of us and said, "Thanks for listening to the Spirit."

Throughout my mission, I was often astounded by the intricacy of God's work.  He prompted a pair of missionaries to think about this particular family two weeks ahead of time, knowing that they really wouldn't be able to visit them in the next couple weeks, so that those missionaries would be thinking of that family right in the moment that they needed a pair of worthy priesthood holders to administer to the patriarch of the family.  And to think that things like that happen at least millions of times each day, all over the world, is mind-boggling.  God truly loves his children.

The Call

March 26, 2013

Dear Elder White:

You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  You are assigned to labor in the California Sacramento Mission.  It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 24 months.

You should report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on Wednesday, July 31, 2013.  You will prepare to preach the gospel in the English language.  Your assignment may be modified according to the needs of the mission president.

You have been recommended as one worthy to represent the Lord as a minister of the restored gospel.  You will be an official representative of the Church.  As such, you will be expected to maintain the highest standards of conduct and appearance by keeping the commandments, living mission rules, and following the counsel of your mission president.  As you devote your time and attention to serving the Lord, leaving behind all other personal affairs, the Lord will bless you with increased knowledge and testimony of the Restoration and of the truths of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Your purpose will be to invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end.  As you serve with all your heart, might, and strength, the Lord will lead you to those who are prepared to be baptized.

The Lord will reward you for the goodness of your life.  Greater blessings and more happiness than you have yet experienced await you as you humbly and prayerfully serve the Lord in this labor of love among His children.  We place our confidence in you and pray that the Lord will help you become an effective missionary.

You will be set apart as a missionary by your stake president.  Please send your written acceptance promptly, endorsed by your bishop.

Sincerely,
Thomas S. Monson
President

So, if you haven't heard, I got my mission call at the end of March.  I submitted the paperwork basically as soon as I could, so that I wouldn't have to wait and obscenely long time in case I was called to some crazy place like Brazil.  Like twelve days later, my Stake President/recently-released Bishop gave me a text to let me know that they had made my assignment and the call was on its way.  The next Thursday (March 28th) I received a big white envelope in the mail that told me I'd be going to Sacramento.

I've come to the conclusion that a mission is always an interesting experience.  However, I think mine is going to be an especially interesting experience.  I'll be 25 when I leave, I'll have a master's degree, and I'll be serving amongst the youngest missionaries in generations.  Also, the thriving metropolis of Stockton, CA is in my mission.  Stockton hasn't been a very hospitable place in decades, but since 2007, it's ranked in the top 10 in violent crime rate (and probably property crime, too) and perennially makes Forbes' list of most miserable places to live.  These are exciting times, my friends.

Finally, I'd like to leave you with the scripture that, if all goes according to plan, will soon be gracing a plaque in the Denver North Stake Center.  I was planning on using this scripture the first time I tried to go on a mission, but it has much... much more meaning now.  I guess the Spirit testifies of truth, regardless of the timing.

"I know that which the Lord hath commanded me, and I glory in it.  I do not glory of myself, but I glory in that which the Lord hath commanded me; yea, and this is my glory, that perhaps I may be an instrument in the hands of God to bring some soul to repentance; and this is my joy."
-Alma 29:9

Having Faith

Yesterday, one of my friends and fellow disciples in the ways of awkwardness and social unacceptability, Elisse, gave a Sunday School lesson in which she urged the congregation to reread and study their patriarchal blessings.  I read mine again yesterday after I got back from church.  There have always been three paragraphs in my blessing that have been the most interesting up to this point in my life.  One of these has largely been fulfilled (I hope), one is entirely in progress, and the third is clearly yet to be.  As I read my blessing yesterday, it hit me how truly prophetic and (apparently) sequential these things are.

Patriarchal Blessings are given to members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints by the Lord through ordained patriarchs and usually contain counsel and promised blessings to the individual based on his or her faithfulness.  Because of the personalized nature of these blessings, they should be considered sacred.  Members of the church are generally discouraged from reading their blessings out loud or sharing them with others outside of their immediate family.  In this post, I will share three short lines from my patriarchal blessing, which give only the most general idea of the content.  The vast majority of my blessing will not be shared.  I'm aware that this is very much the electronic equivalent of reading portions of my blessing out loud (in a public square), but I believe that the passages are short enough to maintain the personalization and sacredness of the blessing.  More importantly, I feel prompted by the Spirit to share these things as they appear below.

The three most interesting paragraphs of my blessing appear in order right in the middle of the blessing.  There are several short paragraphs before these three, and a few longer ones after these three, but the Lord put the most interesting parts to my life at this time right in the middle.

First, the part that I think and hope has largely been fulfilled:

"It is important to continue your education.  As you enter institutions of higher learning, you will be able to discern between right and wrong and cleave to the principles of truth."

 I say that I hope that this is mostly fulfill because I'm oh-so-close to getting my master's degree and, at this time, I don't plan on getting a third degree... ever.  If the Lord needs/wants me to get a Ph.D., I won't fight him on it, but I have basically no desire to do so of myself.

The part that's almost eerily prophetic is that it states that I will enter institutions of higher learning; plural.  At this point, I've studied for two different degrees at three different institutions and have, most of the time, had a spirit of discernment about me.  I have largely been able to discern truth from fallacy in what I've seen, heard, and been taught, and have been able to choose what is good.

Next, the part that I'm so in the middle of, it's slightly painful:

"The Lord knows the righteous desires of your heart.  You will be called to serve a mission to take the message of the gospel to many who have never had an opportunity to receive it."

When I went to get my patriarchal blessing in 2006, the patriarch asked me a few questions about myself so that he'd have a better idea of who I am and what my blessing should contain.  At some point, he asked me about my goals or aspirations for the future were... or something like that, I honestly don't remember the question or his response to it.  However, I do remember the Spirit actively engaging my vocal cortex to cause me to say, "I'd like to go on a mission."  The response to that statement came as the first sentence of the passage I shared above.  It didn't seem that profound at the time, but little did I know...

During the five, or so, years that I was called to not serve, I took that first sentence as a mild consolation that I would still be able to serve, probably later in life, as a senior missionary.  Since September or October, when I found out that I would, apparently, be able to serve in my youth, the entire process involved with having that first sentence in my blessing has blown my mind open so wide, you could fit a softball through it.  This has been a clear testimony to me of the omnipotence, omniscience, and infinite love of the Lord for me, on an individual level.  It's like the Lord walking out of an alley, taking off his tie, and saying "Like so," but on a much grander and more powerful scale.  (Don't worry if you don't catch that reference, but bonus points if you do.)

Finally, the part that remains unfulfilled:

"[T]he time will come in your life when you will desire to marry.  You will be lead to one of God's righteous daughters who is choice and has a testimony of the gospel."

I'm not honestly sure how the first sentence will manifest itself.  I mean, I've felt some desire to marry for a while, but it's almost like the Lord is saying, "No, you have not yet begun to feel a desire to marry!"  It kind of scares me... in possibly the least scary way imaginable.

The more profound portion of this statement is in the second sentence.  The Lord states, in no uncertain terms, that there is not only a woman for me, but that he will actively lead me to her when the time is right.  At times I've worried that there worried be a woman for me or that other things would get in the way, but the answer is pretty clearly, "Quit freaking out, dude, I got this," or probably something a little more eloquent.  If I will maintain faith, I can know that not only will there be a woman for me, but that the Lord will lead me to her in a way that will probably be about as obvious as an angel holding a blinking neon sign reading, "Pick This One!"

At various times in my life, I've had trouble cultivating and maintaining that faith to trust in the Lord.  Because I couldn't discern a clear path to the blessings based on the trends that I saw at the time, I didn't want to believe that they would be mine.  However, as I've continued to walk in the path that the Lord has set for me, I've watched the blessings unfold and become manifest in precisely the way that he assured me they would be.  He could see the end from the beginning, even though I could not.  At the moment, even though I cannot discern, in particular, how the Lord will bless me with an eternal marriage and family, he has assured me, in no uncertain terms, that he will provide me with the opportunity to receive such.  Unlike the me of old, I want to maintain faith and resolve to trust in the Lord and his goodness that he will provide the blessings that he has promised me.  I've doubted him before, but I'm going to do my best to not do it again.

2012

...it's been an interesting year.

If you told me on New Year's Eve 2011 that I'd be in the position in which I currently am, I would probably believe you, but only because the Spirit would have testified to me of the truth of it.  Some things were expected, like making some progress in my master's degree and finishing out my coursework.  Other things, like temples and missions, were much less expected.  This year was also my least active blagging year, particularly because grad school has imparted to me a spirit of procrastination and a strong desire to write no more than I really have to.  Here are some of the highlights of the last calendar year.

• Structural Dynamics - Oregon State brought in a new professor last winter and assigned him to teach the graduate-level structural dynamics course during the winter term.  It was terrible.  In addition to the assigned textbook for the course, the professor gave us another 1.5" binder's worth of notes.  No one finished the midterm or the final.  One of the assignments that the previous professor had assigned was incorporated into one of our homework assignments as Problem 3.
• Paris - This Spring, I was privileged to finally use the Passport I've had since 2009 and go to Paris, France.  It was awesome.

• Temple - Later in the Spring, my bishop realized that I hadn't taken out my own endowments, so he wrote me out a temple recommend.  When I made my previously-scheduled trip to Denver in the summer, I went through, and it was glorious.
• Mission - On the day of a return trip to the temple I felt a distinct prompting that I should try again to serve a mission.  I did the medical evaluation again.  I was cleared.  I'm planning to turn in papers in May, or so to leave in the Summer.  I've changed my official prediction to Houston, Texas East, speaking Spanish, with other probabilities including Philadelphia, PA; Lubbock, TX: and Québec, PQ.
• Last Class - This fall, I took my last formal class ever and received an A.  My final master's GPA will be 3.70.
• Research - It's been a constant struggle.

 Plans for 2013

• Research
• Thesis
• Graduation
• Plan A: Mission
• Plan B: Engineering Job
• Plan C: Taco Bell

Hooray 2013!

Bombshell

Before I begin, I want to make sure that you're caught up on the back story.

When I was 18.75 years old, I turned in papers to serve a full-time, proselyting mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  A couple weeks later, I was asked to complete an additional medical evaluation to determine if I could serve in the field without the medication I was taking at the time.  The evaluator determined that I was in need of the medication in question and, thus, could not serve a mission, because this substance was not allowed in the mission field.  My branch president pulled me into his office and told me I wouldn't be getting a call in April of '07.

After this, I went to BYU, met a couple crazy girls, made some great friends, and made tons of people feel awkward in social situations.  Best time of my life (so far).  I graduated, couldn't find a job, sat around for a while and now I'm in grad school at Oregon State.  You know that part of the story.

Now fast forward to the 24th of August 2012, almost two months after I had been through the temple for my own endowments.

During the previous days, I had been contemplating what I should do with my life and what my plans should be after graduation.  As I awoke that morning, I had a very distinct, unmistakable impression that I should try again to serve a full-time, proselyting mission in my youth.  I tried to dismiss this impression like Jonah and hop the next ship to Tarshish.  This wasn't the first time since I'd been deemed ineligible that the thought had occurred to me. However, at other times, it has been easy to push out of my mind and dismiss as a stupor of thought.  This time it stuck with me.  I had already planned to return to the temple that day to do an endowment session.  As I was sitting in the celestial room, I prayed as to what I should do in my future and if I should again try to serve a mission in my youth.  I received another impression in accord with the first.

As it turns out, I actually took two different medications when I was 18.75 years old.  For semantics' sake, we'll call one of them Pyridoxine and the other Tocopherol (not their real names).  For years following my non-call, I had always assumed that it was the Pyridoxine that had kept me from serving.  This is most likely from my own, internal bias resulting from the fact that that medication was more vital to my well-being than the Tocopherol.  In reality, Tocopherol was a newer, more powerful, and more closely monitored medication (though it had received FDA approval, for what that's worth).  In the years following, I've continued to take the Pyridoxine, but stopped taking the Tocopherol a couple years back, as it was no longer particularly necessary.

I talked with my bishop the following Sunday and asked him to contact the missionary department on my behalf.  It turns out that a young man is allowed to serve while on the medication that I've code named Pyridoxine, assuming that he can pass the same medical evaluation I underwent 5 years ago.  Yesterday, I went to Eugene to undergo another evaluation.  The evaluator said that she'd be glad to recommend me to serve a mission.

As I contemplate this concept, it makes the whole of my life since I turned 18 make much more sense.  I was not called when I was 19 because the Lord wanted my grandfather to be able to supplement my education.  When I sought to marry a young woman (or two) the answer was a resounding 'no' because the Lord still wanted me to serve.  The Lord lead me almost forcibly to Oregon State University so that I could be prospered financially and be around people who would help me come to the conclusion that I should try again to serve a mission.  I even think the Lord prompted my bishop to ask when he did if I wanted to go through the temple for my endowments so that my spiritual eyes could be more fully opened and I could receive these revelations.  Without the clarity the endowment has brought me, I would almost certainly not be making this post.

Then there's the financial prosperity the Lord has brought me itself.  For the last year, or so, I've kind of been wondering what I'd do with the big pile of money with which I've been blessed.  I figured I'd use it to pay down my student loans and/or help get myself set up when I graduated and/or get myself a motorcycle.  I was wrong on the last two accounts and mostly wrong on the first one.  At this point the two biggest hurdles to my missionary service are the aforementioned student loans and some dental work.  My teeth aren't nearly as pristine as they were in 2007.  (Seriously, I had gorgeous teeth.)  Now, I'll need at least 2 fillings, probably a[n inlay], and hopefully not too obscenely much in my roots.  With the big pile of cash with which I've been blessed, I should have enough to make 25+ payments on my student loans, get the dental work done, and pay for most of my mission, assuming the dental work isn't absolutely obscene.  My path has clearly been blessed by the hand of God.

At this point, my plan is to finish my master's degree as planned and graduate in June of next year.  It's unlikely that I'll be ready much before that time, regardless.  I will probably begin papers in February or March and submit them in May for a July availability date.  At no point in this process will I absolutely assume that I will be getting a mission call.  I have learned to not be pretentious.  Though it seems very likely that I will get a call, I'm perfectly willing to accept the possibility that I, again, won't.  I ask that you take a similar approach for me and any other prospective missionaries.  I'd really appreciate it.

However, I'm more than happy to accept predictions.  If you're going to make one, I recommend taking into account that I will be taking a medication, though that medication is fairly easy to get and fairly cheap.  Still, I think somewhere in the US or Canada would be the most realistic prediction.  If I had the luxury of hand-picking a mission, I'd want to go to Winnipeg, Manitoba, because I like Canada and Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and western Ontario seem like good places.  Yes, I know it would be wicked-cold there; hand warmers would be a must.  If I was to log a more realistic prediction, I'd say [Arcadia], California speaking Spanish, because that's where East LA is and I have a sneaking suspicion that the Lord wants me to learn to love illegal immigrants, even if I don't accept their life choices.

Updates will most certainly follow.