Our First Zone Conference


28 April 2018

Last Saturday Bob  and I drove to Manti (about a two-hour drive) and attended the Manti Utah Temple. (Since it’s outside our mission boundaries, we got permission to go.) This temple was completed in 1888, the third temple to be built west of the Mississippi. Though extensive renovations were completed in 1985, they kept the character of the historic building, restoring murals and original furniture, etc. We loved being there! Almost all of the seats are wooden benches, but, we weren't uncomfortable. The celestial room, however, has cushioned seating – and it’s the first time I ever sat in a platform rocker in the temple! (There were only two of them, but, I couldn’t resist.) :-)
On Monday, I won a prize at our bi-monthly Aloha dinner (when we welcome new missionaries and say farewell to the ones who are leaving.) The man who serves as the MC at our dinners is from Hawaii, and he announced that if anyone knew the state fish of Hawaii and could tell him how many letters are in the name, they’d win a prize. Luckily, I knew that the state fish of Hawaii is humu humu nuku nuku apua a, and that it has 21 letters. I won a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts that I shared with our zone the next day. It’s always fun to win a prize!
This week Bob (Elder Crenshaw) organized a zone conference (our first one) and we had a special speaker.
Brother Eric Diazenza is from the Republic of Congo (or, West Congo) and is working here in the Church Office Building with the oral genealogy program. His story is interesting. He was studying to be a priest in the Catholic Church. (Had already completed six years of seminary.) But, during the terrible civil war in his country in 1998, many of the priests were targeted and killed, so it wasn’t safe for them to stay at the churches. Many of them went home to stay temporarily with family. During that time, his family interacted quite a bit with a neighbor family, who were LDS. Eric ended up learning about and joining the Church. The problem for him was that along with separating himself from his former religion, he was also giving up his expected career path. Soon, he moved to South Africa and completed a degree in math. While there he taught middle grades and created a best practices program for other teachers.
He also married and began his family, and eventually was able to come to the United States.
Because he knows the people and the cultures of the many villages in Africa, he has been an invaluable help in guiding parts of the oral genealogy program.
Many, many villages, all over Africa, only have an oral tradition for keeping records. (Written records primarily exist in the bigger cities.) There is a saying that when an old man dies, a library burns. For these villages, that’s literally true. Starting about five years ago, extensive efforts are being made to interview the village leaders – the ones who have memorized all of the family history/genealogy - and, to record the information while these people are still alive. Then, once the histories are recorded, they’re transcribed and processed so they will be available on-line for others to research. In each village where interviews are made, a copy of the records are given to the village for their own future use. It’s amazing how many thousands of records have already been recorded and how many millions more are still to be done! We love being a small part of this great work.
It’s been a good week!

A Wonderful Week


21 April 2018

We were thrilled by a special phone call on Sunday, as well as some letters and photos from family that arrived Tuesday! It made our week!
Elder Crenshaw and I spoke in our mission devotional on Monday. We were assigned to speak about what our zone does. There are 18 zones in our mission, and each has a different function. (The tasks performed by Digital Imaging Processing [our zone] are more varied than most.) We thought we’d be able to just brush up the talk we gave about the zone last summer, but, ended up having to rewrite most of it because things change all the time. Also, we took pictures of the missionaries who work on six of the eight different projects in our zone - and we used them to create a PowerPoint presentation - to make it a little more interesting.
We had a wonderful Mission Conference on Wednesday. President Fenn spoke on the last week of the Savior's life, and on His resurrection. Then, Sister Fenn shared some sweet memories of the final days of her father's life, and that last talk he gave in general conference. He had been very sick for weeks, and the doctors didn't expect him to live as long as he did. But, for the family, it seemed as if he needed to stay alive long enough to give that one, final talk, and then he felt free to leave this life. You can listen to that talk by going to www.lds.org/ensign/2011/04/the-purifying-power-of-gethsemane?lang=eng and clicking on the headphone icon. No matter how many times I hear it, I am moved to tears by Elder McConkie’s final testimony.
On Wednesday, we also had a special zone brunch. Twice a year we’re allowed to spend a little money to do something extra for the zone, so we had our brunch catered by the cafeteria in the Church Office Building. We did a little extra with table decorations, etc. as well – and we combined this with a farewell for Sister Marlene Bollinger, who goes home this month. We LOVE Sister Bollinger and will hate to see her go. (She’s the one who instigated having everyone sing “Zip-a-dee-do-da” to Bob that one morning, not long after he became zone leader.)
Elder Crenshaw teases Sis. Bollinger a lot. He’s left notes by her desk about how old she is, and messes with her about her name (calls her Sister Bowling shoes or Bowling alley, etc.)
Another sister in our zone, Sister Tilley, works near Sister Bollinger. Sister Tilley’s husband is in security (and is a former drug enforcement officer from Montana.) Recently, Sister Bollinger called Elder Crenshaw and told him she needed to see him right away. Once he got there, they had Elder Tilley handcuff him – for “stalking” and harassment. J
Sister B. intentionally looks very stern in this photo, but she’s lots of fun!


Bob and I got our 23andMe DNA results back. Most of the findings were similar to what we learned from the ancestry.com test – as far as our genetic ethnicity, but, 23andMe also does a health risk report. They test many variants that can predict if you might be at risk for some diseases (like certain types of breast cancer; late-onset Alzheimer’s; Parkinson’s disease; and, a long list of others.) I was interested in what they would tell me.
Happily, I don’t have any of the variants that would indicate I am genetically prone to any disease or condition on their list. That doesn’t mean I can’t contract those diseases – just that I’m not predisposed or at a higher risk to do so. (It’s surprising what they can tell from one vial of spit!)
The report did say that I’m genetically predisposed to weighing more than average, and, that my current weight is lower than they would have expected it to be. Hmmm.
But – here’s the best part!! I have the genetic muscle composition that is common in elite power athletes!! Clearly, I’m an underachiever in that category! (Oh, wait! That’s what all the extra weight is – it’s muscle!) Hahaha!
We finally had our photo taken in front of the Salt Lake Temple the other day, and I’m including it below. Although it was windy the day we took it, we had sunshine and blue skies. Good thing we did it then, though, because the next day we had snow!

At the Feet of an Apostle

14 April 2018

This has been a very spiritually-rich week and I wish I could share every joy, every little miracle and every tender mercy with you. There have been wonderful events, both here and with family at home.

At home, our sweet granddaughter, Claire, was baptized last Saturday. Our daughter, Laura, had a special prayer answered. Our son, John, celebrated a birthday. And, our son-in-law, Travis, passed the research presentation for his PhD – and, now, he can do his project this summer and graduate in December. (A long-awaited goal!) I'm sure there were other special things, too, that I'm just not aware of. 

On our end, one of the highlights of this week is that we had a special mission devotional on Monday with President Dallin H. Oaks and his wife, Kristen. It was wonderful!

They both told some funny stories and Sister Oaks told us that when he’s not traveling, President Oaks visits one of the wards in the greater Salt Lake area each Sunday. Often, he goes to sacrament meeting, then youth classes, and then, Relief Society. (He seldom visits the high priests, which, now is the Elders Quorum.) Can you imagine having President Oaks pop in on your ward Relief Society meeting?!

Pres. Oaks prays each week to know which ward to attend, and that’s the one he goes to. (Sister Oaks said she loves him most when she sees him on his knees in his study, praying for guidance. It was sweet to hear her say that.)

Then, President Oaks taught us. We had seats near the front, so we literally were sitting at the feet of an Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ.

He testified of Christ and quoted from “The Living Christ” document.

One thing he challenged us to do was to read the Book of Mormon as if it is a series of sermons about Jesus Christ. He showed us a list he’d made of his favorite sermons about the Savior from the Book of Mormon.

He also talked about revelation – and quoted from the Book of Mormon to make the point that, although there are some mysteries of God we cannot know in this life, many others can be revealed to us.

Alma 26:22: Yea, he that repenteth and exerciseth faith, and bringeth forth good works, and prayeth continually without ceasing—unto such it is given to know the mysteries of God; yea, unto such it shall be given to reveal things which never have been revealed; yea, and it shall be given unto such to bring thousands of souls to repentance, even as it has been given unto us to bring these our brethren to repentance.

1 Nephi 10: 19: For he that diligently seeketh shall find; and the mysteries of God shall be unfolded unto them, by the power of the Holy Ghost, as well in these times as in times of old, and as well in times of old as in times to come; wherefore, the course of the Lord is one eternal round.

Mosiah 2:9: And these are the words which he spake and caused to be written, saying: My brethren, all ye that have assembled yourselves together, you that can hear my words which I shall speak unto you this day; for I have not commanded you to come up hither to trifle with the words which I shall speak, but that you should hearken unto me, and open your ears that ye may hear, and your hearts that ye may understand, and your minds that the mysteries of God may be unfolded to your view.

What do we do with the knowledge and understanding we receive once we get it? President Oaks quoted from a lecture by Elder John A. Widtsoe regarding the knowledge and insights we gain in the temple. (His point being that knowledge purely for academic purposes is of little value. We cannot just know, we must do.)

Here’s what Elder Widtsoe said: “Knowledge becomes serviceable only when it is used; the covenant made in the temple, or elsewhere, if of the right kind, is merely a promise to give life to knowledge, by making knowledge useful and helpful in man’s daily progress. Temple work, or any work, would have no meaning unless accompanied by covenants. It would consist simply of bits of information for ornament; the covenant gives life to truth; and makes possible the blessings that reward all those who use knowledge properly; or the penalties that overtake those who misuse knowledge. Penalties and rewards hang upon the use of knowledge.” (emphasis added)

There’s a lot to think about in that one paragraph!

Jordan River Temple


7 April 2018
Bob and I have started joking that it must be nearly time to go home because we've finally risen to our level of incompetence. Somehow, we both managed to misplace documents we'd be working on and ended up having to recreate them. I had extra notes on the paper I lost so keep hoping I didn't forget anything important. Bob at least had a back-up resource to help him with reconstructing his. We ended the day on a much higher note, though. 

Yesterday, we attended the open house for the Jordan River Temple. Wow! What a magnificent building!!
To give you an idea of size, this temple has 16 sealing rooms. (Our Raleigh temple has two.) We loved being able to see this beautiful House of the Lord. 
After the open house, it will be rededicated in late May, and then we have plans to attend a session here, with others in our mission zone, in early June.

Following our hour in the temple, we stopped for dinner, then, decided to explore a nearby sporting goods store called Scheels. Wow! We'd never been in a Scheels before. Calling it a sporting goods store is a little like saying Wegmans is just a grocery store. We had fun just looking around.
They have an aquarium you can walk under and around. We saw a "Dory" fish (among many others) and took a picture of the woman who has the job of cleaning the tanks.
 
They also had an enormous display of stuffed wild animals. There were deer, foxes, bears, turkeys, moose, mountain goats, raccoons, pheasants, and many, many other animals.
 

On another note, I'm going to include a story that Elder Barry shared with us this week. (He and his wife serve in our zone.) It's a wonderfully uplifting story about an experience their family had with being blessed by paying their fast offerings. Elder and Sister Barry have been focusing on recording and sharing special memories on their FamilySearch accounts, and we're glad he shared this one with us!
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Elder Barry's Fast Offering Story
Dec 2, 1984 (5 Sundays that month). We had 6 small children at home. (Brooklynn would not be born for another 11 years.) All the money we had left on hand was $15. I had worked for two different companies that year and both had declared bankruptcy, so we hadn’t had much in the way of wages and I was out of work.
Our penny jar was empty and the only money we had left was $15. I asked Brenda Sunday morning if we should pay our fast offerings this month or should we buy a Christmas tree tomorrow. We were the poor, why should we pay our fast offerings? Perhaps we were exempt. . . We had always tried to pay a generous fast offering, but this $15 is all we had left.
We decided to pay our Fast Offering that Sunday in December. As I handed the tithing/fast offering envelope which contained our “Mite” to the member of the bishopric, our home teacher, and as he inserted it into his suit pocket and gave me a handshake; well, at that moment a miracle started to happen. The windows of heaven were unlocked.
As we drove home from church that day and clicked on the garage opener, there was a Christmas tree standing in our garage. A nicer tree than we could have purchased. And that was just the beginning. On television that night George Bailey must have been seen on “It’s a Wonderful Life” by many of our neighbors because the cry went out: “John and Brenda are in trouble.”
Our stake President came over that night, President Charles Daulquest, and his wife. He asked us, “Can you helps us out?” and we say, “Sure, President.” He then gave us an envelope full of money from his own pockets. I was a bit confused about how we were helping him out by accepting money from him, but, have since learned what that means.
Then our home teacher came over ‑ the same person I had given the envelope to at church ‑ he also gave us some money. Then our Bishop came over and handed us a check from the ward Fast Offering account. I believe he gave us back everything we had paid that year.
I don’t think the right hand knew what the left had was doing. The following morning there were two more anonymous envelopes in our mail box each with more money.
It was during this same time frame that our car engine had frozen when the freeze plugs burst. Luckily, we had two cars but with no money I was forced to repair the engine by myself in our cold garage ‑ with some direction from our next-door neighbor and a book from the library.
Later this same week our other home teacher stopped by our home and asked me to take a ride with him. He drove me to his bank and we both walked up to the ATM machine and he asked me to push the buttons for how much cash I needed. I told him that I could not do that, and so he pushed the buttons and gave me the cash and told me if I ever need any more money we would do this activity again.
Well, that week ended. The car worked, after a month of working on it, and two brothers in the ward offered me jobs, one full time and one, part time. I took both of them. The windows of heaven opening might not happen as dramatically to others as this did to our young family, but I bear witness that paying our tithes and offerings, which I have always done, is a blessing to all of us.