Showing posts with label Missionary. Show all posts
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Monday, June 5, 2017

Not a day goes by...

June 4, 2017

Four years ago today, I was in the Provo Missionary Training Center. It was a P-day. I wrote in my journal:

"TODAY WAS GEWELDIG. My dad sent the talk "Becoming a Consecrated Missionary" finally and THEN TAD R. CALLISTER CAME TO GIVE THE DEVO on the blueprint of Christ's church it was SWEET." 

Three years ago, I was in Gouda. On that day, we were on exchanges and we did service. I felt like we had wasted too much time at the person's house post-service and then too much time in the apartment for our dinner hour. I felt really guilty and like I was being a lazy missionary. But then I remembered district meeting where we talked about "the love of God and all mankind--self included." Even Moses had weaknesses that never became strengths. All we can do is repent, and then get to work becoming better. I remember kneeling on that checkered black and white floor and saying a prayer of repentance, and then we got out and I just felt like I was being steered toward all the right places and we ended up having four lessons. I gained such a strong testimony of listening to our leaders that day. I wrote in my journal: 

"I love being a missionary.... Repentance is real and God even blesses the sinner." 

Every entry wasn't like that--there were some times that the days seemed hopeless and the clouds hung low. But the one thing that never changed was the feeling: I love being a missionary. From the day I got my tag to the day I took it off, I treasured it. And, not gonna lie, it kinda hurts knowing that I'll never wear it again. 

Not a day goes by that I don't think about my mission and how much I loved it. Rarely does a day pass where I don't wish I could go back. And you know what drives me crazy? People who belittle those feelings. 

Examples of things people say :

"It's not like you can't have spiritual experiences anymore"
"Your spirituality is dependent on you, not your mission"
"You can decide to let your spirituality decrease or increase--it's not dependent on your mission"
"Your mission wasn't meant to last forever, just move on" 
"Your next companion is going to be your spouse, so just go get married." 

Okay, I know that life goes on and that we can still have missionary experiences and grow spiritually after the mission. It's not the spirituality that I miss. 

It's the companions I got to be with 24/7 who laughed and cried with me. The companions I got to have "Together Forever" movie nights with and sing with while getting ready in the morning. The companions I who grew to be my closest friends--and who had to be my friend and spend time with me because we were companions ;) 

It's the district and zone meetings that brought us all together in purpose. It wasn't like church--it was a different feeling--one of unity and togetherness. 

It's the privilege of getting to preach the gospel full-time. 

It's the members! Oh, those members. I don't know if many of them even remember me with how many missionaries they've had, but those dutch members have my heart. 

It's the investigators--the people you find in the most random ways who's lessons become the highlight of your week.

It's the multiple learning experiences you get every SINGLE day because you are FORCED to take your problems head on. We can have learning experiences still, but not in the same way. 

It's the mantel; the greatest blessing I've known. I really miss wearing that tag.

It's the COUNTRY. I never thought I could feel so at home in a foreign country, but I really did. 

There is nothing like a mission. Nothing that can even be comparable to a mission. It is the most unique life experience that I will ever have. And everyone who's like me, who misses their mission, who is having a hard time moving on--even months or years afterwards--IS COMPLETELY VALIDATED IN THEIR FEELINGS. 

Even Jeffery R. Holland, a man of 76 years old, counts the months that he's been home from his mission. He's said that no one's mission meant more to them than his did to him. 

"I tell you that it was the most important thing that ever happened to me in my life, that it’s brought so many blessings that have now become important and now take their place in my life, but which would not have happened, I’m absolutely confident they would not have happened, if it had not been for the privilege of a mission."

I know my mission has shaped me in a similar way. I wasn't the best missionary, and sometimes I wish I could do it all over, but better this time. But what I learned from all my experiences was divinely inspired, and I wouldn't trade in any of them for anything.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Giving Our Will

Another fab talk (do I say fab too much? probs) is The Fourth Missionary (you can find it here http://www.scribd.com/doc/34660140/The-Fourth-Missionary ) and though it is long, it is straight up perfect.
 
Here is a snip-it of what he says about surrendering your will to the Father's:
 
"In the end, your heart and your will is all that you have to give that the Lord does not already have. If you give your time, two years, and your strength, you give only that which He grants to you with each beat of your heart and each breath that you draw. If you dedicate your gifts and talents, you only return to Him what He already has given to you. If you pay tithing you only return to Him a tenth of what he has already given to you
Everything that you have to give to the Lord, has its origin in Him, except one thing: your will. He does not haveyour heart, nor your mind, unless you give them to Him. It is the only gift you have to offer that He does not already have. And so when you give yourself, you truly give everything to Him."
 
Everything love. It's hard, but it's probably harder to fight it. So, in the end, it's probably the easiest thing you could do.
 
:)

 

Becoming a Consecrated Missionary

Nowhere on the internet can I find this talk, but luckily for me, a Sister Missionary who served in my area and became a great friend introduced me to it by sending me a copy. It is fabulous and should be read by every missionary or missionary-to-be.

I thought I was going to be great. I thought I was going to get out in the field and be an F-A-B fab missionary. But then I read this talk and realized just how much of my nature I need to change to be completely moldable by the Lord so that I can be His mouthpiece and servant. It's a humbling talk, for sure, but also a definite motivator.

It's long, but worth it. Promise.

Enjoy :)


President Tad R Callister
September 6, 2007

 Becoming a Consecrated Missionary

Many years ago, I entered the Missionary Training Center as a young, enthusiastic missionary. The training was shorter and simpler then, but the spirit was just as powerful. I have long forgotten most of what was said, but an observation made by the MTC president struck me that has remained with me to this day. He said, “Every mission has a number of good, even great missionaries, but most missions only have about five or so consecrated missionaries—those who are willing to lay everything on the altar of sacrifice.” Today I believe we have many more such consecrated missionaries in the Canada Toronto East Mission. But to those of you who are not quite yet there, but would like to be, it is to you whom I would like to speak today—about becoming a consecrated missionary.

What Is A Consecrated Missionary?

What is a consecrated missionary? It is a missionary who is willing to lay everything on the altar of sacrifice and to hold nothing back. It is a willingness to give every ounce of energy, every conscious thought, and every drop of passion to this work—to submit our will to God’s will whatever it may be. Every missionary who has been to the temple had covenanted to consecrate his all. The book of Omni records the depth and breadth f that covenant: “Yea, come unto me, and offer your whole souls as an offering unto him” (Omni 1:26). The law of consecration is the law of the temple, it is the law of the celestial kingdom, and it is the law of a Zion mission.

Parley P. Pratt was such a consecrated missionary. He has served as a missionary for more than 25 years of almost constant labors. He had just returned home from his latest mission in Chile. He was hopeful that he could now remain at home and enjoy his family, but such expectations were short lived. President Brigham Young called him to serve yet another mission—this time in the eastern states. One can imagine the feelings that must have swelled up in Parley’s heart. Perhaps he thought “Haven’t I given all that a mortal could be expected to give? Don’t I deserve to spend some time with my family and friends? Cant I just relax for a while?” But Parley P. Pratt was a consecrated missionary. On September 7, 1856, shortly after learning of his call by Brigham Young, he offered the following tender reflections and prophetic insights:

“I have desired, after travelling for twenty-five or twenty-six years, mostly abroad, to stay at home and minister among the people of God, and take care of my family; but God’s will be done, and not mine. If it is the will of God that I should spend my days in proclaiming this Gospel and bearing my testimony of these things, I shall think myself highly privileged and honored. And when the Spirit of God is upon me, I think it matters but very little what I suffer, what I sacrificed—whether I secure the honor or dishonor of men, or where I die, if it so be that I can keep the faith, fight the good fight, and finish my course with joy. I have all eternity before me, in which to enjoy myself.” (Autobiography of Parley P. Pratt, p. xxv.)

Sometimes there is a temptation to withhold part of the offering. Such was the case with Ananias and Sapphira, his wife. The scriptures tell us that they sold a possession and secretly kept back part of the price. As you recall, the consequence was devastating—they lost their lives (Acts 5:1-10). Sometimes good men, perhaps even great men, cant quite bring themselves to put everything on the altar of sacrifice, and in the course lose their eternal lives. So it was with the rich, young ruler. He had kept the commandments from his youth up. Then the Savior declared, “Yet lackest thou one thing. Sell all thou hast and distribute unto the poor…and come follow me.” But it was too much to ask, and he went away sorrowful, unwilling to put his all on the sacrificial altar. Peter, overhearing the conversation and understanding there could be no shortcuts to eternal life, no holding back, declared in contrast: “We have left all and followed thee” (Luke 18:18-28).

Perhaps we have one or two things which we lack, that we hold back from the sacrificial altar, that prevent us from becoming a consecrated missionary. May I discuss some of those, so that hopefully we too might become like Peter and leave our all on the altar of sacrifice.

Leave Our Fears On The Sacrificial Altar

First, we can leave our fears on the sacrificial altar and open our mouths with everyone. I recognize there may be multiple reasons why someone doesn’t open his mouth at all times and in all places—why he holds back a part of the offering. It could be a timid personality, or a fear of man, or a streak of laziness, but whatever the reason may be, it is never ever good enough. It never outweighs the Savior’s command which states: “At all times and in all places he shall open his mouth and declare my gospel as with the voice of a trump both day and night.” And then comes the promise to all those who do: “And I will give unto him strength such as is not known among men” (DC 24:12). This injunction is repeated again and again in the scriptures On another occasion the Lord said, “And thou must open thy mouth at all times” (D&C 28:16). And yet again, “Lift up your voice and spare not” (DC 34:10). As to those who are unwilling to do so, the Lord warned: “But with some I am not well pleased, for they will not open their mouths but they hide the talent which I have given unto them because of the fear of men” (DC 60:2)

Sometimes in life we just have to square our shoulders and do it. There is no magic pill that makes us courageous, no passage of time that strengthens us, no memorized approach that emboldens us. We are left only with the compelling counsel of King Benjamin: “And now, if ye believe all these things, see that ye do them” (Mosiah 4:19).

Years ago, my grandfather was serving as the president of the Rotterdam Branch in Holland. He told of a woman who came to him destitute, who had earned the equivalent of an American quarter for the entire week. She asked if she needed to pay tithing. He looked at her for a minute in her impoverished condition, and then said: “Sister, if this were my church, I would not take your tithing. But this is not my church; it is the Lord’s church, and tithing is a principle upon which blessings of the Lord are predicated.” (LeGrand Richards Speaks, P. 185.) She paid her tithing. 
If I could, I would exempt some who struggle from opening their mouth. I know how hard it is for them, but I cannot. The command to open one’s mouth is not my command. It is not the command of Preach My Gospel, it is not the command of the missionary department, it is the command of the Lord who has spoken on this subject again and again through his living prophets. Sometimes, we have to be like Nephi and say, “I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them” (1 Nephi 3:7). Sometimes we must do more than tell the stories of the Book of Mormon; we must live them.
The Lord in speaking to a group of departing missionaries, told them five times to “preach by the way” (DC 52:10-27). We preach by the way when we talk to people in the parking lots, when we speak with people in elevators, when we speak to people in the stores or at the gas stations. Consecrated missionaries preach by the way at all times and in all places, both day and night. Sometimes we have missionaries who are so worried about offending people that in the process they never ever save them.
Jeremiah discussed the challenges he faced in opening his mouth. He said that he was in the “derision daily,” meaning that he was ridiculed on a regular basis. Obviously fed up with the rejection and the mocking, he momentarily threatened, “I will not make mention of him [meaning Christ] nor speak any more in his name.” In other words, he would no longer speak as a representative of Jesus Christ, and declare the gospel. In essence he took off his badge and declared he was going home. Then the noble spirit of Jeremiah surfaces, and he said: “But his word was in my heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones and I was weary with forbearing and I could not stay” (Jer 20:8-9). Thereafter, he could not stay in his “apartment.” He could not stay from sharing the gospel; he could not stay from opening his mouth. He became a spiritual hunter (Jer 16:16). It seems only appropriate that Jeremiah should prophecy of hunters in our day: “and after will I [the Lord] send for many hunters, and they shall hunt them from every mountain, and from every hill, and out of the holes of the rocks” (Jer 16:26). Consecrated missionaries are the hunters he saw.
The reason it is so important to open our mouths is that every time we do so we exercise faith, and every time we exercise faith we invite miracles.

Put Our Romantic Passions on the Table
Second, a consecrated missionary puts his romantic passions on the altar of sacrifice; he has a locked heart and a focused mind. He is never flirtatious; he does not have an eye on the cute blonde laurel or the friendly young single adult, nor is his prime focus with the young women after sacrament meeting. He rises above all of that. As hard as it may be, he disciplines his passions. His eye is riveted to this work. He is like the thoroughbred horse with his blinders on. He races ahead, seeing only track and finish. If an inappropriate thought enters his mind, he drives it out with a song or scripture or poem. His mind does not go with the flow. Rather, there is an active, concerted, conscientious effort to keep his mind pure and clean. When David saw Bathsheba, he continued to watch—that was his downfall. When Joseph was tempted by Pharaoh’s wife, the scriptures say: “[He] got him out” (Gen 39:12), and that was his salvation. It is no different with our minds. You young missionaries are surrounded, almost immersed, by those in immodest clothing, by suggestive billboards, by magazines and papers that have lost all sense of moral decency. I know you are trying to garnish your thoughts with virtue unceasingly (DC 121:45). I commend you for this and encourage you in this noble pursuit. The consequences will be monumental in your life. As a missionary you will have confidence that the Lord will hear and answer your prayers. When you go home and date, you may have a romantic courtship, but one that is still clean and wholesome. And when you are married you will be a loyal and true spouse.

If every action is preceded by a thought, then every consecrated missionary must first have a clean and consecrated mind.

Give up Pride

Third, a consecrated missionary gives up his pride on the sacrificial altar. The Lord made it clear, “And no one can assist in this work except he be humble and full of love” (DC 12:8). Pride manifests itself in many ways—perhaps in disloyalty to those who are our leaders. Loyalty is much more than a reluctant submissiveness. It is an active pursuit not only to follow the counsel of our leaders, but to seek their counsel. A consecrated missionary hungers and thirsts for instruction as to how he can be better, and how fortunate we are to have so many missionaries in our mission who manifest that spirit.

Pride may manifest itself in jealousy of companions. I think of one of the finest elders of this mission. I never heard him say “I.” It was always “we” or “my companion did this” or “my companion did that.” Though his words always credited someone else, somehow you always knew he was the driving force behind it all.

Pride may manifest itself in a defensive attitude of a multitude of excuses. On one occasion I reprimanded a missionary for an act of blatant disobedience. He started to offer excuses; finally I said “if you want to offer excuses I cannot help you. If you are willing to acknowledge the wrong, we can then build for a constructive future on a sure and solid foundation.” Fortunately he chose the latter course.

The other night I was with Elder Choi and Elder McClellan. We were talking to a mother who was reluctant to let her 17 year old son be baptized. For at least ten minutes of the conversation she chastised them severely, and literally “raked them over the coals.” No doubt they were embarrassed, perhaps even offended. In my estimation, they had done nothing wrong. Instead, they were taking an undeserved whipping of substantial proportions. I thought, will they fight back, will they argue, will they defend their position? To their credit there was no argument, no excuses—simply the humble response that they were trying to do what was best for her son and if in any way they had failed to do so they were sorry. They were not trying to win an argument. They were trying to save a soul. With that humble spirit, her heart softened and finally she agreed that she would listen more carefully to the message her son was being taught. They were consecrated missionaries—their pride had been put on the altar of sacrifice.

We put our Negativism and Sarcasm on the Table

Fourth, the consecrated missionaries are willing to give up any negativism or sarcasm. Instead they are optimistic and positive. They have a 24-hour smile. They live the invitation of the Savior, “Be of good cheer I have overcome the world” (John 6:33). There is not a negative bone in their bodies. There is no rejection at the door or on the street that can dim their enthusiasm. They are willing to pay the price of a repeated rejection for the hope of a single conversion. Whatever the world throws at them, they throw back a smile, because they know they have the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Several weeks ago, Elder Basha and Elder Meis went to finalize the baptismal plans for a man who had resolved to be baptized. To their great dismay, he made a 180 degree turn about and decided that he was no longer interested in the Church. They did their best to appeal to his spiritual inclinations, reminding him of the time he had borne his testimony, but to no avail. No doubt they were disappointed, even discouraged, for a moment. They attended to another appointment, and then returned to their bikes, only to learn they had both been stolen. They sought transportation, but found that there was a breakdown in the transit system, and thus they needed to walk home. But this was not the end of their troubles. Elder Meis felt a severe pain across his chest, which was later discovered to be shingles—a terribly painful disease. At the end of that fateful day, we saw Elder Basha and Elder Meis. They had a smile from ear t ear. They related to us the story and then, with their shining countenances that can never be dimmed, they said, “But we’re happy, because we know the gospel of Jesus Christ is true."
They reminded me of Heber C. Kimball and Brigham Young, who left for their missions to England. Their families were poverty stricken, they were sick, and there was little food available for the ensuing months. Heber and Brigham, finally able to raise themselves from their own sick beds, kissed their wives and started on their journey. Brigham recorded: “It seemed to me as though my very inmost parts would melt within me at the thought of leaving my family in such a condition.” (Men with a mission p. 71.) But before they were out of sight, Brigham directed the teamster to stop. He and Heber mustered all their strength to stand; they raised their hats over their heads three times and shouted, “Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for Israel.” We have such consecrated missionaries who can should “Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for Israel” even when they are bombarded with rejection, or illness, or disappointment—who have unwavering faith in the promise of Paul: “let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season shall we reap, if we faint not” (Gal 6:9).

Put On The Table Our Selfishness And Disobedience
But there is more. A consecrated missionary puts on the table any streak of disobedience he may possess, however large or small it may be. He has an unrelenting quest to be exactly obedient. King Lamoni recognized that Ammon was a consecrated missionary, for he said: “Even he doth remember all my commandments to execute them” (Alma 18:10). When I first came on this mission, I met several times with a missionary who was struggling with obedience. One day in frustration he blurted out: “What then is it you want me to do?” I replied: “you have missed the point. It is not what I want you to do, it should be what do you want to do?” There was a moment of silence and then he made this reflective observation: “you are not just asking me to change my behavior; you are asking me to change my nature.”

In order to become consecrated missionaries, some could be more exacting in their obedience, not because they have to, but because they want to. Then they will not only change their behavior, but their natures. Then they will become saints “submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father” (Mos 3:19). Such a nature may cause some to change the music they listen to; it may cause some to sacrifice the comfort of members’ homes and stay for shorter periods of time; it may cause some to be more compliant in obeying the dinner policy, or more positive in their speech, or more exacting in following the morning schedule. Whatever it is, the consecrated missionary will read the white handbook with enthusiasm, anxious to obey and follow every rule with exactness, knowing that it is not a book of restraints, but a book of blessings.

Extra Milers
Consecrated missionaries are extra milers. They put on the table of sacrifice every ounce of their energy, every hour of every day. When roger Bannister broke the four minute mile, he collapsed at the finish line into the hands of his supporters. A journalist, sensing all that was involved in that historic moment wrote: “the runner, open-mouthed, thin-legged, knowing only pace and goal, spending his strength so that the finish, at one mile, there was nothing more.” For a consecrated missionary, there is nothing more to give at the end of the day. He had put it all on the altar of sacrifice.

Consecrated missionaries are missionaries who would finish the marathon. They are missionaries who would go the full fifteen rounds. They are the missionaries who carry no white flags. Years ago at family night we would have wrestling as a part of the evening activities—our children loved it. When the kids were little I would sometimes hold them down and ask “do you give up?” at first they would say, “Yes, Dad, I give up.” Then I would say, “No, you never give up, you never give up.” As time would pass and I would ask the question again, they would quickly reply, “No, Dad, I never give up.” Consecrated missionaries never give up on the Lord’s work. They never throw in the towel. They are out of the apartment by 10:00 a.m. they do not come back before 9:00 p.m., except for lunch or dinner. They speak to everyone. They knock at one more door. There is a quickness in their pace and an urgency in their work. You can see it in their faces. When they are exhausted and nothing is left, they rely upon their faith, and the reserve tanks of energy somehow carry them through the day. They too become recipients of the promise to Joseph smith: “In temporal labors thou shalt not have strength for this is not thy calling.” But then the promise: “thou shall devote all thy service in Zion; and in this thou shalt have strength” (DC 24:7-9).

What Does It Cost To Be A Consecrated Missionary?

What is the cost to become a consecrated missionary? Some time ago I saw a movie on the life of Luther. He was about to be tried for heresy. Shortly before he was to meet with the court of inquisition, his spiritual mentor (a monk who had trained him and loved him) was cutting his hair with a razor. At one point the monk reprimands Luther for having turned the world upside down, leading the world in revolt—Protestants against Catholics. Then in a stirring moment, Luther grasps his arms and asks: “you wanted me to change the world. Did you think there would be no cost?” You came out here to change the world, to change lives. But there is a cost. It costs everything that you have on the altar of sacrifice—your fears, your pride, your laziness, your disobedience, your weaknesses; we cannot hold anything back. When you came to the mission field, you burned the bridges behind you, you burned the ships in the harbor. There is no retreat to your former life. You cannot have one foot at home and one foot in the mission field. The Lord demands our whole soul on the sacrificial altar. That is the price we must pay, and when we do, we become instruments in the hands of God.
What Is The Power Of A Consecrated Missionary?

What is the power of a consecrated missionary? Suppose I were to give you the following options, which would you choose?
100 mediocre missionaries of 80 consecrated missionaries?
100 mediocre missionaries or 50 consecrated missionaries?
100 mediocre missionaries or 20 consecrated missionaries?
100 mediocre missionaries or 1 consecrates missionary? –by the way, the name of the one consecrated missionary is Ammon.

Nephi realized that the power comes with consecration, not numbers. Laman and Lemuel could never understand this. They could not comprehend how they could get the brass plates. After all they said, “How is it possible that the Lord will deliver Laban into our hands. Behold he is a mighty man, and he can command fifty, yea, even he can slay fifty, then why not us.” For them it was all about numbers—50 was more powerful than 4, therefore they could not prevail. But for Nephi, man’s power was inconsequential. It was only the Lord’s power that counted. He replied: “for Behold, he [God] is mightier than all the earth, then why not mightier than Laban and his fifty, yea, or even his tens of thousands” (1 Ne 4:1). The power of a consecrated missionary is without limit. It is manifested in so many ways. As to Nephi, the scriptures tell us his words were so powerful, that for his detractors, “it were not possible that they could disbelieve his words” (3 Ne 7:18). When Peter spoke, the righteous were pricked in their hearts (Acts 2:37). When the sons of Mosiah preached the gospel, the scriptures declare: “they taught with power and authority of God” (Alma 17:3). And as to those consecrated missionaries who thrust in their sickle with all their souls, the Lord promised:  “your sins are forgiven you” (DC 31:5). Those are the powers and blessings of a consecrated missionary.
Consecrated Missionaries Serve The Savior Because They Love Him
What is the driving, motivating force for a consecrated missionary? It is the Savior and his atonement. If we fail to be obedient, if we fail to be humble, if we fail to be fearless, perhaps, we intellectually understand the atonement, but somehow we fail to grasp the underlying love of his sacrifice. Once we feel that, as well as understand it, we will be driven to give our all. We will realize that our all is a small repayment for his all.

Becoming a Consecrated Missionary
Each of us might appropriately ask, “what lack I yet to become a consecrated missionary?” There is no escaping it. God will demand our all. If we are shy or reserved—God will compel us to change, to be bold. He will jerk us out of our comfort zone again and again. If we are lazy or idle, he will push us and pull us even when we are exhausted. If we are disobedient, he will press us until we have a child-like submissiveness. He will not let us be content with our weaknesses.
Whatever the weakness may be that holds us back from becoming a consecrated missionary, the Lord had promised that if we have faith in him, and humble ourselves before him, that he will make weak things become strong unto us (Ether 12:26-27). I believe that. I do not believe there is one missionary whose weaknesses are greater that the strengths within him. Why? –because each of us are sons and daughters of God, with his divine nature and diving potential woven into the very fabric of our souls.
I do not think the Lord expects immediate perfection of us, but I do believe he expects immediate progress, and with that progress comes consecration. I believe that he recognizes and appreciates every step we take forward, however small it may be, striving to put our whole souls on the altar of sacrifice. At first consecration may seem like Mt. Everest, unconquerable, unapproachable, unassailable, but every step we take forward, however minute it may seem, furthers our ascent, until one day we have attained the summit. May we not be content with being a good, even a great missionary, when we have the capacity to be consecrated missionaries. May this be the burning and unquenchable quest of us all.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Gift of Tongues

"Wij geloven in de gave van talen, profetie, openbaring, visioenen, gezondmaking, uitlegging van talen enzovoort." Geloofsartikelen #7

We believe in the gift of tongues, prophecy, revelation, visions, healings, interpretations of tongues and soforth." Article of Faith #7

People not of this LDS faith hearing about my mission think it's so cool that I'm going to Belgium and the Netherlands to serve a mission (well, they think the Belgium/Netherlands part is cool. More often than not, they're not as interested in the "to serve a mission" part.) However, when they learn that I have to learn Dutch, they are flabbergasted.

"Have you started learning it yet? You'll probably need to buy like a Rosetta Stone for that."

"I would start studying that, five months is not a long time."

"You're expected to learn the entire language in six weeks?"

Clearly, these people don't understand that Mormons are superhuman beings. Honestly.

In all reality, though, I grew up thinking the gift of tongues was strictly a missionary gift. And hey, maybe in many senses, it is. I knew that missionaries learning foreign languages would go into the Missionary Training Center and get sent out being able to converse with a completely different language speaking people. I thought "yeah, we're so cool because we can learn languages fast." I knew that God's work would not be hindered by the imperfection of human learning and the inability of instant knowledge. It was not until I grew up a lot, however, that I truly understood the gift of tongues.

Many of the missionaries I know or that I've heard from or about who didn't know their mission language before going on their mission said that they pretty much didn't understand anybody and couldn't really communicate with anyone while they were on their mission for the first 4-6 months. Little children laughed at their broken attempts at speaking and they felt stupid.

Likewise, I've heard stories of people who have had that broken, stuttering, failing language thing going who have stood up in Sunday church to give a talk, or just in front of a group of people, or even just in front of one or two people, who testified with the spirit so strongly that their once clumsy tongue became eloquent, and every conjugation, pronoun and conjunction was pinpoint perfect for those few moments they spoke. Moments like those are moments where the gift of tongues is present.

When we go back a while and consider the process of becoming a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, we remember that we get "[baptized] by immersion for the remission of sins and [confirmed] by the laying on of hands for the gift of the Holy Ghost." The gift of the Holy Ghost. That is the gift that keeps on giving. My favorite scripture about the Holy Ghost is found in 2 Nephi 32

"2 Do ye not remember that I said unto you that after ye had received the Holy Ghost ye could speak with the tongue of angels? And now, how could ye speak with the tongue of angels save it were by the Holy Ghost?
3 Angels speak by the power of the Holy Ghost; wherefore, they speak the words of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all things what ye should do."

Hold up. THE HOLD GHOST ENABLES US TO SPEAK WITH THE TONGUE OF ANGELS. And that's not all, ANGELS SPEAK BY THE POWER OF THE HOLY GHOST. Wait, there's more! We're always saying "the missionary doesn't convert the person, the spirit does." Well hey, then, maybe we should, like, really, really, try our hardest to keep the Holy Ghost really close to us so that we can speak with the tongue of angels by the power of the Holy Ghost to convert the hearts of the people. Whata concept.

The gift of tongues is essentially the gift and power of the Holy Ghost to be held within us and flow out our mouths. If we speak by the spirit, it shouldn't matter if we're expected to learn Tagalong, or Tahitian, or Portuguese, or Spanish, or French, or German, or Dutch, or even Afrikaans. The spirit is the same in every language.

I truly believe that and can't wait to see it in action.

Not a Very Nice Person

My friend came home from Disneyworld (where he works) today to visit for a few days, and me being the maybe-too-outgoing-and-crazy friend, offered to pick him up at the airport. When I was leaving home today, I realized... I don't know my way to or around the airport...this should be fun.

So I'm driving there. In the snow. In the middle of April. In the snow. And I'm trying to figure out where I'm going--did I mention iT WAS SNOWING?

So I finally get off the exit and I switch lanes about ten times trying to figure out which lane they want me to be in to get to the correct terminal for the correct airline, and finally I get to the roofed part and go into the parking lot that has a big red light on that says "FULL." Great. Now I'm never going to find a spot. And I've already been issued this dumb ticket because parking is FOUR DOLLARS AN HOUR (seriously, you might not ever meet anybody who is as frugal with their money as I am...besides maybe my mother. Especially preparing for a mission--every dollar is precious) and so I'm going through and I remember that I'm going to need a lot of space on the side so that I can fit his wheelchair in the space between the two cars and open the door wide enough to fit his wheelchair in and these spaces are like, way close to each other. This does not look promising. Oh and look at the time, he's already landed.

Lo and behold, I look up to see a pair of reverse lights on, backing out of the perfect wheelchair accessible parking spot (without actually being a handicapped spot...I don't have one of those rearview mirror tags.) I see a suburban off to the side that is probably waiting for this spot. Probably has been since before I saw it. But this car is backing out so that I have a clear shot in, while this huge suburban is blocked. I'm not proud to say it, but I went ahead and took it. I grabbed the spot while I could. I was so done with driving and snow in April and airports and parking that charges by the hour and just crowded parking lots in general.

I wait in my car a little bit and then I decide it's time to go in. While I'm walking towards the entrance, the lady in the suburban pulls up in front of me with her window down and says, "you are not a very nice person, I hope you know." We had a brief conversation, I apologized and gave my pathetic wheelchair excuse, she told me not to make things up, once again confirmed her notion that I was not a very nice person, then drove away.

I felt awful. While I waited with the crowd of people at the terminal, I felt the hard metal around my thumb and felt like I had done injustice to my CTR ring. I knew that if someone had taken my spot, I'd be mad too. She was probably looking for a spot longer than I was. She definitely had a bigger car that was more difficult to park. She had children in the backseat. If I felt completely done with all of the things I mentioned before, I could bet that she felt that way too. And now I had stolen her spot, leaving her to continue driving around the lot, looking for another spot that she could fit into.

I sat there thinking "I'm about to be a missionary! I am a nice person!" but that wouldn't do anything for me. I knew if I had associated myself with the church in that instance, it would give me even more of a bad rep. And I continued to feel worse. I could've said, "I'm sorry, I am a nice person, but crowded parking lots bring out the worst in me." And then it dawned on me. Maybe, driving around crowded parking lots brings out the worst in her, too.

I am a nice person. Way too nice, really. Awkwardly nice. Like, a lot of nice. When I was in sixth grade, I organized a pretty boss lemonade stand to raise money for Hurricane Katrina victims, and on top of that, I donated my entire savings up until that point (around 64 bucks, which is a lot for a sixth grader) to the cause. Too long ago? Well let's consider just this week. On Sunday, I fed the missionaries on about two hours notice because nobody signed up to feed them and they had to ask last minute. While they were over, I gave them about 12 CDs that I had burned for them, some of them on my own blank CDs. I also gave them the chocolate I had bought for them because I heard one of them mention they wanted chocolate a few days earlier. I've written seven missionaries since Monday (and it's only Wednesday), and today, I used a fourth tank of gas to drive to the airport to pick up my friend. Why did the missionaries feel they could ask me to feed them on such short notice? Because I've fostered the relationship with them so that they know when they need anything, they can ask me. I love them. I do all these things out of love. I am a nice person.

This lady didn't know me. She had no concept of me. But me, I had no concept of her either. Maybe she was late picking someone up. Maybe she was picking up relatives who flew in for the funeral of a loved one. Maybe she, too, was terribly inconvenienced. And all I did was inconvenience her further.

So this is a lesson to remember every time the door gets slammed in my face. Every time I'm ignored, every time someone tells me off. It will be easy to call her an idiot behind her back. It will be tempting to tell her to her face that she is not a very nice person. But how on earth, after knowing her--no, seeing her--for two seconds, can I have any idea on earth as to what kind of person she is? I can't. The Lord knows, but I sure as heck don't. Maybe she is a nice person, but missionaries, or any kind of unwelcomed guest at her door, brings out the worst in her.  Maybe she is having a rough day and I happen to be the person she chooses to take it out on. But I never, ever, have the right to decide or claim that such and such person is not a nice person, because who I see isn't necessarily who she is.

The other point of this story is that sometimes, you need to be called on your crap. Sometimes, you need to call people on their crap. I can tell you one thing--I am never stealing a person's parking space ever again.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Realizing Reality

Ik ben een echte person. I'm a real person.

Sometimes, when we go to the store, the cashier is not really a person to us. S/he is a cashier. We don't think of them as people with lives who have places to be, things to do, families to raise, lunches to take. We just think of them as the people we have to go to and pay for stuff, and sometimes argue with about prices.

At least, that was the way I thought of them. Before I became one.

I feel that the same goes for missionaries. We don't look at them as people who have a family at home, who had a life before the mission field, who may have left behind college scholarships or significant others or dying grandfathers and other familial issues to come out and do what they believe is the most rewarding service for the Lord. We don't look at them as people who could have our same music taste or like the same T.V. shows as us. If we're LDS, we see missionaries as "Wooo Elders! (/sisters)." If we're not LDS, we see the missionaries as white shirted, tie wearin, bike ridin, door knockin pests who have no feelings, and almost no humanity. Well, maybe not always. But the bottom line is, we don't see them as people. We see them as missionaries.

My sister asked me the other day if I was going to care about real things when I was away. Should she write me about how things were at home or did I only care about spiritual experiences?

Let me tell you something: I will still be me when I am on my mission. I will still be the music blastin, Gilmore Girl lovin, letter pranking, sarcastic quippin, baby fawnin friend, sister, daughter, aunt and person, even though I may not be able to do some of those things in the field. I will still be the girl who belts out "Defying Gravity" as if I'm performing for a large group of people (but it'll probably be some sort of hymn, instead.) I will still be the girl who laughs at stupid things and then tries to get other people to think they're funny. I will still be the girl who loves all things crafty, who still appreciates the starlit sky, and who still wonders and hopes about and for the world.

When I'm in the field, of course I'm going to need extra build ups of faith and self confidence. Of course I'm going to want to hear about your spiritual experiences to fuel my hopeful motivations. But I also want to know when my nephew tries to teach my newborn niece how to laugh. I want to know when my other nephew monopolizes the T.V. all morning to watch the same episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse six times. I want to hear all about my friends who are just entering or transferring to another college--how are the roommates? Do they respond well to the crazy pranks we talked about you pulling? Are the classes good? How are the professors? Is the food hardcore terrible or do you think you'll make it through? Are you putting yourself out there to make friends or are you just hoping they'll find you? Because we've already talked about how that doesn't work. I want to hear about the things that make you laugh. About the things that make you cry. About the things that inspire you. About the things that scare you. I want to hear that you learned a new song on guitar. I want to be let in on the things of your heart. And dangit, I want to hear about the dumb things you go through at work, because although I complain about hearing those stories day after day, I know that I'm going to miss them.

People don't respond well to fake, which is awesome, because I am terrible at being fake as it is. I feel like missionaries think they have to be fake because they feel that they have to leave their real self behind, but all I'm leaving behind are wasteful hobbies and excess fluff. I'm leaving behind the things that hide who I really am--a soul that radiates with faith and burns with passion and love for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm leaving behind the things that mask my desire for proclaiming truth. I am leaving behind the bushel that I sometimes hide my light under. But I am not leaving behind my personality in the slightest. I will still be me.

I will try not to let "Tyffani" get in the way of "Zuster Hoff," but I will never stop striving for the impossible connection of being relatable and personable. I'll still find humor in unfortunate situations, give sass where applicable and do really poorly choreographed dances when I'm feeling the need to shake it out. I'll still share my thoughts and testimony as a real person. I will have to find the balance between my way and the Lord's way, but I have been called. I, Tyffani Hoff, am needed in Belgium and the Netherlands. So who I am isn't changing, it's just becoming better.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

What fills the heart, will flow from the mouth...

Waar het hart vol van is, stroomt de mond van over. What fills the heart, will flow from the mouth.

My heart is full of the joy that comes from living the restored gospel of Jesus Christ as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My heart is filled with the love I have for the blessings in my life because of it. My heart overflows with the excitement at the opportunities I will have to serve my Lord and God, and his son Jesus Christ.

Thus, according to this Dutch proverb, joy of the gospel, love for it's blessings, and excitement for service should flow from my mouth. How convenient it is, then, that I am taking flight to serve a year and a half mission in the Belgium/Netherlands mission? So incredibly convenient, I think.

On May Day 2013, I will be reporting to the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah, to learn super slick missionary skills and the language of the Dutchmen so I can do the preachin thang. Then, after about 6 weeks of learnin, I will set sail (board a plane) for the Belgium/Netherlands region and spend the next 16 and a half months falling in love with the people and culture there, and even more so with this gospel (and, of course, bringing people unto Christ and helping their lives be as super sweet as mine).

My ETA for my return home is October of 2014. Until then, I will try to have someone update this thing with my weekly letters and pictures so all those who love me wont miss me too much.

Let the journey begin! 23 days until Provo!

Life starts now.