Monday, January 28, 2013

It's now or never



 This paper was an assignment for my writing class but i felt it was very applicable and important to today! Especially for those thinking about serving a mission. It's a strong opinion because it was required we were very blunt, so i hope it doesn't offend anyone but it's a very important topic! I'd love to get your opinions and feedback on this topic as well...

It’s now or never
Phones ring off the hook, text messages overwhelmingly fill inboxes, and tears stream down the faces of youth around the world as Thomas S. Monson, President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, boldly pronounces “that all worthy and able young men who have graduated from high school will have the option of being recommended for missionary service beginning at the age of 18, instead of age 19…. (also), worthy young women who have the desire to serve may be recommended for missionary service beginning at age 19, instead of age 21.” At that instant futures changed, colleges decreased in enrollment and the dynamic of LDS youth changed dramatically.
A sudden rush. A quickening haste. Mission call-openings. Farewells by the dozen. Everyone’s leaving. Everyone’s gone.
But me.
I should go on a mission- It’s now or never.
This milestone in Church history has completely changed the idea of the mission itself and has greatly altered the church’s curriculum to accommodate this change. It’s here, it’s fresh, and it is purely exciting. However, due to this change, social influences and intertwining emotions from this announcement pressured teenagers to serve a mission, skewing the truly important motivations for serving. The one valid motivation to serve a mission should be because one has felt the power of the Atonement in their life and has the desire to help others experience that same power.
An acquaintance from High School, currently 19 years old, submitted his mission papers soon after the announcement was made and has been in the MTC for a little over four weeks now. Without enough spiritual preparedness or personal desire to serve a mission, outside pressure of friends and family put him into the MTC. He struggles immensely and plans to quit his mission soon.
Do we decide to serve at these “standard” ages for fear of being perceived as a “Bad Mormon” if we don’t, or do we prayerfully choose to go based on the correct timing and the extent of our spirits readiness?  First hand, I have seen the combination of these intense emotions and the opportunity of serving early, motivate a large majority of young adults to put in their papers right now. But, this excitement or haste to go should not mask the promptings of the Spirit whispering if a mission is truly in our timetable. Predictably, after this buzz dies down, the percentage of incoming missionaries will decrease as teenagers begin to see the more seriousness of this option rather than reacting to a thrilling explosion of change.
The missionary age change has also had a tremendous influence upon the young women now that they have a more accessible option to serve. Social pressures from young men to have that “returned missionary” sentiment in a wife has been a huge factor in this increase. The young men have voiced that young women should choose to go, therefore, young women are more susceptible to serve for that reason. Several of my friends, without admitting it, are going sooner than later, in order to “beat the crowd” and protect themselves from judgments of peers and fellow church members who may perceive them as unworthy.
Starting your mission papers, getting excited for where you get called, and the thought of serving a mission is in some cases all working up to the parties, the mission call openings, the farewells, and the celebration of leaving. However, once in the field, that motivation you once possessed is replaced by the reality and seriousness of this work, which leaves you handicapped because you didn’t fully realize what a mission is all about.
A mission is not to better yourself, though it may do that. A mission is not to explore the world, though it may bring you to new cultures and lifestyles. A mission is not to please your girlfriend at home or your group of friends, though it may do that as well. But a mission is a personal sacrifice to share the gospel, and in order to be the most effective, missionaries should primarily serve at the right time and for the right reasons, rather than checking off a box on the bucket list. Do not serve a mission if you are not ready. Maximize your mission experience and go if and when the time is right. 

Also, reference:  https://www.lds.org/topics/missionary-preparation/when-should-i-serve?lang=eng




Monday, January 21, 2013

Fun, Sun and Good Times


Friday afternoon I packed my bags and hopped in mom’s car for a four hour drive to St. George! After lots of laughter, bad singing, conversation and a nice stop in Beaver, we finally arrived in St. George.  The original plan was for me to just watch mom complete the half marathon, but at 9:00pm the night before I decided to do the 5k as well. Since I hadn’t packed any running clothes we bought some at the expo! Wohoo! Also, ironically it happened that Tanner and his Dad were on the way to Mesquite and stopped in St. George so the four of us had dinner together. The greatest was that we told the waiter it was Tanner’s birthday so they brought out dessert and sang to him. It was hilarious because Tanner hates that stuff.



The drive was probably the best part




I think it was a moose? Just hitching a ride to St. George

We stayed at “Grandma and Grandpa” Keel’s house (these adorable older couple that has brought in my mom several times each year for the races) The minute we walked in, cute Grandma Keel kissed our cheeks and said, “mi casa es su casa” Let me just tell you how amazing this woman is, she about 80 years old and madly in love with her husband, they’ve served 3 missions, her tiny house consists of no doors but curtains that separate the small kitchen, from the bathroom, from their room, and the family room. We walked into the family room and she had pulled back the covers for the beds she made for us. As I laid there I looked around at the walls covered with handmade rugs, pottery and photographs. And then slept like a baby…

Next morning we woke up, said our goodbyes to our sweet Grandma and went to the race. Mom started her half marathon, after stressing her guts out haha, and I started my 5k right after. I wasn’t planning on going fast or even do the entire thing without stopping but once I get by a 7 year old kid or an old grandpa there is NO WAY I’m gonna let them beat me haha. My competitive instinct kicked in. For a while I was in close pace with this girl next to me, and I wanted to beat her so I totally busted my butt to pass her and thought I was going to vomit haha (shows how out of shape I am). I finished and whatever, felt fine, did some homework and watched mom cross the finish line! She did great! Got 2nd in her age group! Good job momma! Mom wanted to check my time and I didn’t really care because I was just having fun, but we looked on the paper and I ran it 2 min faster than my fastest time. Haha and got 3rd in my age group! Sweet! Haha. It was a fun time






We then went to this delicious restaurant and Sweet Tooth Fairy.. and then… the best part of the day, we went to see Les Miserables. OH MY GOSH. I wish I was a good enough writer to truly explain how amazing this movie was but you’ll just have to see it yourself to feel those emotions. Pretty much it’s a movie that truly tests one’s moral decisions and makes you feel deep emotions about redemption, love, the gospel, and sacrifice. Just go see it!



It ended up being such a great time. And i was so lucky to spend time with THE most amazing woman in the world!


Chels 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Take the Wheel

I've been meaning to write on here more often than i have. I haven't even written in my journal, but i figured this was a lot faster. I cannot even express how great this semester has been so far! I love all my classes and i've really learned a lot. So much in fact that every day i just want to write pages and pages of what i've learned but clearly i don't have enough time for that. First of all my classes are quite incredible...
1. Book of Mormon (always a good one)
2. Freshman Writing (I have put a lot of effort into this class because i NEED to be a better writer)
3. American Heritage (It's not that bad. I actually quite enjoy hearing the stories of our heritage)
4. Art History (probably my favorite class, and it's definetly going to be a possible major for me)
5. Integrity (Who can go wrong? Learning to be a better person)
6. Intermediate Volleyball (booyah)

Along with my classes, i've decided to read the Book of Mormon all the way through (it should take me until June). I also joined an Intramural basketball team, so we'll see how that one goes ;)

I'm looking forward to this weekend though because i get to spend a weekend in St. George with mom! I'm happy, and hoping that the weather will be a little nicer there. (I'm literally dying because i'm always so cold)

Another awesome thing about today is that 10 of my friends get their missions calls.

-Tate, Chris, Erik, Tanner G., Hannah B., (rachel's 5 friends), and some other kid in my ward. THIS I CRAZY. I also have about 5 farewells to go to in the next 2 weeks. Insane.

I'd like to leave a thought that i just discovered in 1Nephi 18 that applied to my life today:

First of all Nephi and his brothers are on a ship heading towards the Promised Land. As a result of Laman and Lemuel's wickedness the Lord causes the Sea to act in every way against their ship. Nephi is tied up and remains helpless but continually prays to God for help. (principle: never give up on God when you think he might be giving up on you- cause he isn't) Nephi's parents, being stricken in years, "suffered much grief because of their children, they were brought down, yea even upon their sick beds... they were brought near even to be carried out of this time to meet their God." Nephi goes on to talk about the tears and struggles of his family. He says that his wife was grieved, and he saw, "with her tears and prayers." When Laman and Lemuel saw they were about to be swallowed up by the sea they loosed Nephi of his bands. Being the strong and courageus man that Nephi was, "took the compass, and it did work whither i desired it." Nephi then says, "i prayed unto the Lord; and after i had prayed the winds did cease and there was a great calm... and it came to pass that i did guide the ship, that we sailed again towards the promised land."

I particularly love this story, not only because it relates to my personal life, but that it teaches me to take the wheel and steer the ship where it should go. Even if the waves are more powerful, more strong, and far more in control that you are doesn't mean that you should lose faith and hope. Take the wheel and steer in against the rough waters, use your faith in the Lord to give you power, be always attentive to the Spirit to direct you where you must go, and never ever.... EVER give up.

Have a wonderful night!

Chels