Hey there-
This week has crawled like no other before it, and hopefully like no other
after, too. I think it's been crawling for a couple of reasons, reason number
one being that it was transfer week. Having a new companion for the first 24
hours is really weird, especially after living with the same person for three
months. It took some getting used to to see Elder Steenstra's stuff where Elder
Millar's used to be. Elder Steenstra is from a military family (Navy) and has
lived just about everywhere in the US, which is something I can kinda relate to.
Born in Philly (but a Vikings fan...); pretty cool guy. Another reason this week
was so slow was the absence of district meeting. The week of transfers, we don't
have our normal district meeting on Tuesday, and not having that meeting made
this week seem so long. The REAL reason, however, for the eternity that was this
past week was the "Hannah Situation".
We called it the Hannah Situation because it felt like a military-esque
problem and we basically had a war on our hands. This girl, Hannah, is a fifteen
year old girl who is friends with plenty of members in the area. She's wanted to
be baptized for about two years and has been attending (and living in the
boundaries of) a certain ward; her parents said she would have to wait until
she's 18 to be baptized. However, just this past month, her father finally gave
her permission to take the lessons and be baptized. About a week prior to that,
she moved across the street from her old house and into another ward boundary;
one that isn't under our stewardship and belongs to another companionship.
Naturally, the missionaries who cover her area began to teach her and tell her
that upon being baptized, she would have to attend the ward that she lives in as
opposed to the one that she had been going to. Once the Bishop of her previous
ward heard about that, he flipped and, well, long story short: The missionaries
teaching her (who were doing absolutely nothing wrong) were the subject of so
much hate and conflict, it made me sick to my stomach. President Black was
called and chewed out some ward leadership, but it was all just so stupid and
wouldn't have happened had everybody seen past the logistics and realize that
she's receiving a SAVING ORDINANCE. Who cares where she attends as long as she's
receiving the same Gospel? Oh, and the irony of it all? We found out yesterday
she's moving to Oregon, so all of this ridiculous ward-warfare means absolutely
nothing. She had a wonderful baptism this past Saturday, but the conflict behind
the scenes sullied it for me a bit. Trials come in all shapes and sizes, and in
ways you never see coming. I take solace in the words of Joseph Smith in
Doctrine and Covenants 123:17; I know that if I do what I need to to the best of
my ability, I can stand by and let my Lord and Savior take control. Everything
shakes out like it's supposed to, right? Right.
Much love,
Much love,
Jesse
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