Today is Monday, October 19, 2015. It is the halfway mark of our mission – already. Since it’s our preparation day today, it started with a little time to think. As I lay in bed this morning, listening to the “big rains” outside our open window, I was thinking about the things we really miss about home. I started making a list of conveniences and luxuries at home in the Rockies, and how absent they are here…and then the phone rang.
It was our friend Sharon, a recent convert who we’ve been helping prepare for a mission by earning money from her garden. She said her uncle was deathly sick, and could we come quickly and transport him to the emergency room at the big hospital? We changed all our plans for the day and dressed in missionary attire, and raced to her nearby village. While two neighbors were carrying the uncle to our truck, and others were putting food and bedding supplies inside to take with us, I thought again, what if we weren’t here to help? That’s when the impact of this hump day hit me the hardest.
What if we hadn’t come? What would our life be like on this Monday if we had stayed at home? It is Fall in Utah now, with crisp mornings and colorful foliage on the mountains. We’d have our family nearby, of course, which would be great. Laura would be planning the annual family Halloween party, which is usually epic. We’d have things to do today such as winterize the garden and wrap up the central air conditioner unit before the snows. But what else we might do is completely beyond my comprehension. I can’t even think it.
Tears come to my eyes as I consider what we would have missed by staying nestled in our Mapleton home at the foot of our beautiful mountains in Utah. We would never have known true suffering. We could not even fathom how common death can be. And we would not have helped people get married, or start a business, or learn of the True Church restored. Our lives would doubtless have been good, but we could not have enjoyed the dimension and texture we’ve discovered here. We have been intimately involved in the lives of people who desperately needed our help. We have been blessed to be the critical link at times of great need. We’ve grown to love these people even with the harshness of this society, of which we only hint at.
As if to drive all this home, I just received an email from our adopted African son, Kennedy, who is away at Law School in Kampala. I will include some here so you can get a taste of what it is like to be senior missionaries in Uganda.
Its me your son and am grateful for the super love you always give to me, I promise you all worthy examination results. No amount of words can express my sincere appreciation.
Honestly I can’t explain what is happening to my life ever since I got to the True Church on earth and above all you my lovely parents, I didn’t think I was going to have light in my future basing on the background of my family but from nowhere, God performed unexpected miracle, through you. Always I treasure you.
The best payment I can ever give you and mum is my way of living, pressing fourth to the Gospel principle. Always I will defeat the devil and dedicate my humble spirit to Jesus the source of my Joy.
While we aren’t ready to submit our papers for another mission just yet, it is impossible to comprehend the blessings we have enjoyed for being here. And we didn’t even come for the blessings. We came for Him, and His plan of happiness. We came for them, and their temporal and eternal welfare. And we also came for our family at home, who are aware of what we are doing and why. But the blessings come pouring in anyway.
How we wish we could convey the feelings of our heart to our friends back home, who might, with a little effort, come and do what we are doing. Please prayerfully consider it, and then dive in. You may be needed in a corner of the world far from your snug environment at home. We beg you to just ask.