Thursday, December 8, 2011

On Focus in Change


The following is an assignment I fulfilled for a comparative literature class, as a response to Montaigne's essays. In most of his essays, he seemed to start with simple subjects, and then go on to apply them in a deep way to his own life. There are some, however, that deal with deep subjects throughout. This essay was a last minute product of much procrastination, and sprung forth in about 20 minutes.

            It is an innermost desire for many to grow and become better than they now perceive themselves to be. To sit by and allow life to happen can cause one to feel that he is always victim to his circumstances, and that he is never acting, but only being acted upon. He begins to feel that he cannot change, even while the world around him is constantly in motion. These are negative feelings; naturally, we move to avoid them.
            However, change is uncomfortable. As much as it hurts to sit, it is easy, because it is familiar. So it is with all habits or even addictions; that, while they ultimately decrease our feelings of value and love, they are nonetheless comfortable.
            When the individual has decided that he can no longer remain in his present state, and moves despite the discomfort of it, he begins the task of change. Change, as we know, is not always easy. There is a paradox, which is not often spoken of in scripture or elsewhere, but which is a plague to many, particularly to those who are over-zealous for change. The paradox is this: that to change requires the identification of one aspect of one’s self that must be done away with; and to effectively do away with a well-set-in characteristic, one must consistently focus on it and work at it until it is removed. Yet in the process of focusing on such a characteristic, one serves also to set it in, for it seems universally true that those things which we think about most become part of us.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

When I'm alone

The following is a song written by the band Nevertheless, called When I'm Alone. I think it's about coping with the loss of a loved one. But I've noticed that songs about people we love can often be interpreted as being about one's relationship with God. 
When I hear this song, I think of the person who is "gone" as God; and I don't think it's because He left, but more because we tend to leave Him.
Sometimes, when things are hardest, it seems that He just stands back and lets us struggle. Looking back on struggles, we can see His love and involvement, and how the struggle may have defined us. But in the moment, it feels like being abandoned.
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Sunday, November 20, 2011

More BOM Journals

These are probably not the most readable material, but I did decide earlier this year to post these, so I will stick to it. These are quick musings and thoughts from my study of the Book of Mormon for my religion class at BYU this semester.

1 Nephi 12-15

In chapter 13 verse 40, Nephi prophesies that the Book of Mormon will be a companion scripture to the Bible, and that it will "establish the truth of the (Bible)." The plain and precious truths found in the Book of Mormon were once easy to be understood in the Bible, but due to compound translations and unintentional (and intentional) changes from the original text, the Bible now lacks much of the simplicity and truth it originally contained.
So I was having a hard week, and I turned to the scriptures many times for help. I kept finding my answers in the Bible. I was troubled because I felt I should be able to find my answers in the Book of Mormon. Furthermore, much of what I read was so similar to the Book of Mormon; I wondered for a moment about the necessity of the Book of Mormon. But those thoughts were quickly dispelled as I remembered a few things:

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Why He Stands Back

Journal entry for today:

"I was driving home from eating sunday dinner with my family (Orem, to my apartment in Provo), and this fireside came on. I have no idea who the speaker was. But he told a story, something like this:
When President Kimball was a young man, before he was 'President' Kimball, he rushed to the hospital to be with his three-year-old son. When he arrived at his son's room, he rushed to his son's side. His son said, 'Daddy, if you just hold me, I'll be alright.' But some members of the medical staff asked President Kimball to stand at the door, explaining that they weren't sure how severe the case was, and how contagious it might be. As he walked back to the door, his son cried out, 'Dad, why can't you just stay here and hold me?' President Kimball, overcome, ran to his son's side, but this time was escorted out of the room, and the door was locked. He stood in the hallway, with his hands pressed up against the glass, as his son cried, unable to understand why his father would not just come and hold him.
How does God feel when I suffer? I imagine he stands at the veil, with His hands pressed up, wishing He could hold me and say, 'Everything will be ok. I'm right here. I'm your Father, and I love you.'

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

New Temple. So Excited!

Provo, Utah "Tabernacle" Temple

I am so excited for this temple to be built. I live walking distance from the site, and from the existing Provo Temple. Timpanogos Temple is only about thirty minutes away as well. It will be so wonderful to have the opportunity to attend.

To learn all about the announcement and the church's plans for this new temple, visit this (unofficial) link.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Billings

I served as a missionary in Billings, Montana about one year ago, and spent six months there. Just as a disclaimer, it is impossible to talk about that experience comprehensively in a blog format. I kept a detailed journal and took lots of pictures, but I don't feel it's necessary to talk about the experience in detail. Suffice it to say, it was one of the greatest times of my life. I learned more about myself, others, and the gospel than at any other time in my life. I think it would almost be a shame to try to describe it all in detail. I had many sacred experiences, and also many terrible days. But altogether, when I think about my time in Billings, Montana, I am filled with gratitude and awe at the miracles and mercies that God showed to me and to those I was able to help.
There are so many faces that pass through my mind when I think about Billings. There were so many wonderful members of the Church, and so many investigators. There were those who were baptized, and those who slammed the door in my face. I can still remember details of streets and houses, and when I look at a map, memories flood back as I scan over the different areas I've been. It was 24/7, consecrated work with one purpose: to invite others to come unto Christ.
I decided I like the prezi idea, so I made another presentation for Billings.


Thursday, October 6, 2011

Harder Not to Suffer

This is a copy of an email sent out by Erin Heffelfinger, who is a close friend of mine. I met Erin while serving as a missionary in Montana. My companion and I were led by the Spirit to find her mother, and over the course of seven months we witnessed the conversion of their entire family. See the "Conversion Stories" tab, and also Erin's Conversion.


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I don't have a picture of the view from the M..this will do.
Over the weekend I hiked the M two nights in a row. The first we were up there until about 1:30 AM and the second night we reached the top at exactly midnight. Many conversations were had. Laughing, crying, serious conversations, silly conversations. But perhaps the most profound of all was one I had with a close friend. He asked me simply, "How have you been doing, really?" I’m not sure how I came up with my answer but I believe it was truly inspired.

I looked down into the valley illuminated by city lights as if dancing with an orchestra of sounds and movements. I said I couldn't decide what was more beautiful. Watching each person and each of their stories. Their dreams, their hopes, their excitement, their disappointments, etc. Watching what it really meant to be human and to be living. Each individual one little world of thought and experiences. Or If I wanted to stop them for just a moment and show them the world around them. Rather than focusing on the step behind them or the step in front of them, or even focusing on what was happening right then; I wanted them to see the person behind them, in front of them, and beside them. Realize their connection to each individual, and look beyond the cliché notions of living and really start to see truth and beauty of the world. Then I realized ... this must be what God sees. My friend looked at me puzzled.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

1Ne. 19-22


There is so much to talk about in these last four chapters of 1Nephi. A lot of ideas and feelings came to me as I read them. I was particularly impressed by 1Ne 22:11-12. They Speak of the gathering of ‘Israel in a powerful way:
“Wherefore, the Lord God will proceed to make bare his arm in the eyes of all the nations, in bringing about his covenants and his gospel unto those who are of the house of Israel.
Wherefore, he will bring them again out of captivity, and they shall be gathered together to the lands of their inheritance; and they shall be brought out of obscurity and out of darkness; and they shall know that the Lord is their Savior and their Redeemer, the Mighty One of Israel.”
Before I served my mission, I regret to say these verses were the type I would skim past. I couldn’t relate. But when I witnessed the change in people as they accepted and started living the gospel of Christ, I finally understood “the gathering of Israel.” It is a powerful, unstoppable force that is “penetrating every continent, (and) visiting every clime.”
One year ago, at general conference, Elder Nelson asked every missionary in the world to stand at one moment. It is difficult to describe the overwhelming feeling of peace and power that I felt as I stood with thousands of young and old men who were consecrating everything to move forward the incredible work of God.
The gospel is that stone cut out of the mountain without hands. It is rolling forward to fill the earth.
I sure miss my mission.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

BYU REL A 121...Journal Papers

Well, I've noticed a significant decline in my blogging since I arrived home from my mission, so I'm trying to find something to pick it up again. I figure I can kill two birds with one stone if I use material I'm already writing for school. Seeing how this blog is intended as a missionary tool, it seems appropriate to use my papers from my Book of Mormon class as content.
These papers are submitted each week and contain thoughts on the assigned reading for the week.
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In addition, now that I've figured out a little bit about how to move forward in college life, I may just have the time to write a few more personal blogs about what college at BYU is like. Of course, I want to remain true to the purpose of this blog, but I don't want to bore people to tears.
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1 Ne. 1-5

Sunday, August 21, 2011

God of Creation



The beauty of the earth is enough to turn my mind to my Father and to the Savior of the world. What an incredible perspective this man must have as he views the solar system and the galaxies of the universe. It is impossible to comprehend how it all came together, but the creations we see testify of a divine and perfectly loving Father and Savior.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Kalispell

Quick update on life:
Wow, it's been awhile since I blogged last. Life has been pretty crazy since I arrived home from my mission in March.
My older brother Jesse got married the weekend I got home.
My twin brother Chris and I at the reception
"Michael! You're home. We've missed you. Wow, gone for two years. Ok, now pull up your sleeves, because we have a wedding to put on."
That's what it felt like, but I don't know how else I could have felt. We did, in fact, have a wedding to put on.

It was like a dream, coming home.

I remember just feeling so numb for about three days, and then during a wedding luncheon at the BYU Skyroom, just escaping to the stairwell and collapsing in a heap and crying because it finally hit me that I was not a missionary anymore.

I've had many similar experiences since. 

It's true what they say: "It's harder to come home from a mission than it is to leave." 
"Oh, shut up, how could it be any harder than this?" I would think, as I began my two years.
But it is true.

I found a job quickly after arriving home, making automatic pool covers. It's a company called Coverstar, and we manufacture and sell to distributors around the world. I work full time, and I enjoy it. In the afternoons, I often coach gymnastics at All American. I'm just subbing right now, and coaching private lessons. Life is really just work right now.
I need to date more. Let me know if you have any referrals.
This fall, I will be attending BYU. I don't know what I want to study yet. Generals, for now.
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I'm trying a new program called prezi. I'm not sure how I'm going to like it, so I'm presenting this blog in a traditional way, and with a prezi. Take your pick.

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Kalispell
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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Townsend


As of today, I have been home from my mission for exactly one month.


Hope you can forgive what may seem like random interjections and haphazardly strewn together thoughts. I'm reminiscing here for the benefit of those who know Townsend, Montana, and who I know and love. I would appreciate any memories or thoughts you have to share, long or short...if you would post them as comments below.
If you are not from Townsend, and if you don't know me, please read on. 
This is the first post about an area of my mission that I will write post-mission. I've waited for awhile to continue writing because it's hard to look back during such a huge transition. I must have sat down to write at least fifteen times, and just couldn't bring my mind to focus.
I've already written much about Townsend, in pieces here and there, in other posts. Some of those posts include Homecoming Talk, Art's Conversion, Erin's Conversion, Sheri's Conversion, Leah's Conversion, and The Reason I Came. These can all be found under the My Montana Mission tab at the top of this blog.
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My transfer to Townsend came as a huge surprise. I was serving in Miles City, on the other side of Montana, with Elder Anderson. I had only been in Miles City one transfer (a transfer is 6 weeks); Elder Anderson had been there for three. The typical pattern would be for the elder who had been in the area the longest to transfer out. But that was not the plan. I still remember President Gardner's voice on the phone. He explained that they had just opened up a new area called Townsend, and he wanted me to go in with Elder Roerdanz. Both of us would be new to the area. He said there were people who had been prepared for years by the sister missionaries, and that we had big shoes to fill because the sisters had always done amazing work there.
I met up with Elder Roerdanz in Billings and worked with him for a day there, getting to know him a little bit. We set out together the next day, on my birthday. October 26, 2009. I turned 20 that day, but spent the day on a bus. 

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Spiral Staircase

I wrote this little poem in Billings on my mission. It just came out this way.

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Life's a spiral staircase
You never get off
Will you sit at the bottom
Or rise to the top?

You may face the same problems
Again and again
But with each step you're stronger
As you ascend.

He built the Staircase
And He waits for you
Just one step ahead.
Now what will you do?
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Coming home from a mission, I've found that life has changed very little since I left. And I'm still the same person I was, but I can see the growth in myself and in those around me, even as we display the same weaknesses we've had our whole lives.
The day will come when we will be able to look back and see perfectly where we have come, and how we have arrived.
I didn't want the imagery of a spiral staircase to imply that life is a boring, endless cycle either. Just to say that we often struggle with the same issues over an extended period of time, but become stronger and rise higher with each round.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Message of the Restoration



This is the central message I shared with people as a missionary.  In order to have a fulness of faith in Christ, we have to understand His doctrine. He provided a way to obtain that fulness of doctirne and faith through His restored church.
I know that Jesus Christ is real, that He lives today, that He suffered for our sins, and that He loves us all. I know this because I've learned of Him, prayed to know the truth, and have felt the Spirit testify to me directly. I've seen the promises He makes fulfilled in my life over and over again. I've read the Bible and the Book of Mormon, two witnesses of Christ. Both testify of Him and both have brought great joy into my life as I've read them.
My challenge to all who read this post is to read the Book of Mormon seriously to find out for yourself if the fulness of Christ's doctrine and gospel exist on the earth today. I promise that as you do, you will know it is true.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Homecoming Talk

Sign placed at the intersection of 400E and 1600N Orem, UT
This the talk I gave at my homecoming address on March 20, 2011. I got home from my mission to Montana on March 17, and my brother Jesse got married two days later. There wasn't much time to think or compose. I just prayed that I would be able to say what I needed to.
My brother-in-law recorded me from his iPhone as he sat in the audience. I've transcribed my talk based on that recording, which began a few minutes in, and which was interrupted by a phone call; the recording is incomplete, but you should be able to get the gist of it. Small edits have been made to make this article a little more formal. Below is the mp3 version of the talk, which was taken in three sections. The sections overlap a bit, so don't worry when I repeat myself for a few seconds...I'm not smart enough to make them all run together smoothly. Turn up your speakers. It's a little soft.


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I began in a usual manner, greetings, good to be back, wonderful to see you all again, etc. Then I began talking about the online proselyting program I was a part of as a missionary, this blog being a result of that effort.
Describing our focus as online missionaries, the recording begins:

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Arriving Home

It's been awhile since I posted, and for good reason.
Last Thursday morning, I woke up in Billings, Montana at 5:00 am and showered. The anticipation was killing me. The other Elders and Sisters could feel it too. Despite the early hour, we were wide awake, nervous, and excited.
I dressed in my usual missionary suit, and donned a cowboy hat for the special occasion ahead. After some cereal for breakfast, the elders and sisters and I piled into a 12-passenger van and headed to the top of the rims, to the airport.
It's the day that every missionary dreams of. I was so excited, but dreading it so much at the same time. Dying to see family, but so sad that this phase of life is over forever.
The flight from Billings to Salt Lake City is incredibly short. I think we reached cruising altitude for a few minutes and then descended (no, I'm sure it was longer than that...), and the total flight was less than an hour. An hour is not a lot of time to contemplate the end of two years of amazing experiences, or to prepare to return to an unknown world back home.
But the plane landed, and I got off.
It was a short walk to baggage claim, and I knew my whole family would be there. I hope they'll forgive me, but I dodged into the bathroom and just sat there contemplating and composing myself for a bit before I felt like I could go down that escalator.
As I stood at the top, a lady looked at me knowingly, and said, "You'd better put that hat on and get on down those stairs. They've been waiting for two years for you to come."
So I put the hat on, turned on my camera, and began to video my descent. Here it is:

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Going Home

There are a million thoughts racing through my mind as I prepare to return home after 24 months.
Full-time missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints leave home and remain focused on their work for two years. During our missions, we call home four times, on Mother's Day and Christmas. We email once per week, and we write letters. That is the extent of our contact home.
We do everything we can to keep the Spirit of God with us. We avoid all forms of worldly entertainment.
Going out on a mission is a difficult transition for many, because of the personal limitations it places on an individual. But as we become used to the culture of missionary work, and see the incredible benefits that those "personal limitations" have provided, it can become a difficult thing to want to leave. The influence of God's Spirit in our lives has probably never been stronger. We devote every minute of every day, in some way, to serving those around us. We forge memories that give our lives new meaning, as we witness others changing their lives.
Now, this is not a herald to the amazingness of missionaries. I want to express the feelings I'm having now that I've been called to return home, to normal life.
Now that I will see my family again.
Now that I have to leave this incredible mission.

This poem was shared with me by a recently returned missionary two years ago. He shared it with great emotion. I had no idea what he was so intent about. Now I understand exactly--

Monday, March 14, 2011

He Will Give You Help


These remarks are taken from "Days Not to be Forgotten" by Elder Hancock. Elder Hancock is taking my place as a missionary in Billings, as I prepare to return home to Orem, Utah. There is some amazing work going on in Billings right now, and I know that he will be perfect for the job ahead.
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I would like to share a personal story. Something that has changed my life and has help me understand the importance of life. About three years ago, October of 2007 I came home one night a little latter than usual from high school. When I got home no one was there. For some reason I had a strong feeling that something was incredibly wrong. About five minutes later I got a call from a close family friend telling me that my older brother had gotten in a car accident, and was at the hospital with the rest of my family. In the crash my brother took trauma to his head, in which when the doctors tested him he had no brain activity. We had no choice but to keep him on life support until all our family was able to come, and then let him go. Words can't express what I exactly felt at that time. Today I can still remember all that happened the couple of weeks that transpired after my brothers death. I asked myself, and I asked God some prominent questions. What was the purpose of coming to existence? To live and die, and be no more? I reflected on the things that I learned when I was younger. The Plan of Salvation God's Plan for all of us. From much searching, and prayer I have come to know that God has a Plan for us. The center of that plan is our Savior Jesus Christ.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Riverton and Miles City

Elder Fry and I, just before leaving Riverton Wyoming
Again, very scattered thoughts about the areas of my mission. To those who live there or have served there, this may be of interest. To others...who knows. I served in Riverton and Miles City between August and October of 2009.
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Ah, Riverton. I loved my time there. I can think of little that I did not enjoy about Riverton.
It is closer to my home in Orem, Utah, than it is to the mission home in Billings, Montana. That was a strange feeling; If I just had a horrible day and decided to forgo all and abandon my cause, I could stick out my thumb on the highway and be home in no time. Of course, I was nowhere close to wanting to do that.
Elder Fry was my companion, and we got along so well. He was one of the few companions I had who wanted to run in the mornings with me.
We had a baptism of a young girl, and we helped to prepare several others on their way to accepting the gospel. We really taught well together, and got along great.
I think what I remember most about Riverton was living in the basement of Sister Larsen's home. Sister Larsen is well known throughout the mission as one of the chiefest mission mommas. She really loves the Elders, and all of us who have lived there love her. I remember her making cookies and cakes and breakfast and everything else for us, on a whim. And recently she published a cookbook of all the recipes given to her from missionaries who had stayed in her home. Sister Larsen and I definitely forged a bond.
Ironically, I was transferred after only four weeks. There were some unexpected changes in other areas of the mission which necessitated some movement. The mission president called me one night and asked if I could be ready to leave the next day.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Voice of the Spirit


 This is a video with the voice of James E. Faust as he spoke in June 2006. You can find the full text here.

My thoughts about this video:
I love the way this was put together. It really hits home for me. The longer I live, the more I see how much junk there is out in the world to get caught up in. Part of life is learning to sift and sort through the different distractions that come our way, and to find out what is truly meaningful.
I know that there is a voice that will guide us to every good thing. It will lead us to the things that really matter. It will lead us to find true joy in this life, and forever.
A quote from Lawrence Corbridge came to mind as I watched this video.
"Nothing in this life is of greater worth than the supernal gift of the Holy Ghost. It is the source of joy, peace, knowledge, strength, love, and every other good thing. With the Atonement, it is the power by which we may be changed and made strong where we are weak. With the priesthood, it is the power by which marriages and families are sealed together eternally. It is the power by which the Lord makes Himself manifest unto those who believe in Him. Every good thing depends on getting and keeping the power of the Holy Ghost in our lives. Everything depends on that.
To that end, Jesus Christ entered a garden called Gethsemane, where He overcame sin for us. He took upon Himself our sins. He suffered the penalty of our wrongs. He paid the price of our education. I don’t know how He did what He did. I only know that He did and that because He did, you and I may be forgiven of our sins that we may be endowed with His power. Everything depends on that. What then shall we do? We will “take upon [us] the name of [the] Son, and always remember him and keep his commandments which he has given [us]; that [we] may always have his Spirit to be with [us].”  Everything depends on that."

How has the Spirit influenced your life?

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Livingston

The view from the hill overlooking Livingston, Montana
See "My Mission"
Here is a collection of memories from Livingston, Montana, where I began my mission. I'm going to hash different experiences together here, so read on.
I learned to look outside myself as I started my mission in the "windy city". I was very homesick and depressed much of the time. I tried not to show it to people. I knew that I was doing a great work. But it was hard, and I was not comfortable at all. I discovered that if I wanted to be happy, I simply had to give more of myself to the Lord by giving myself to other people. I just couldn't keep worrying about whether or not I was happy. It seems almost contradictory, but I know it's true.
"Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it." Matt. 16: 24-25
Elder Heath West trained me, and taught me so much. I didn't realize at the time how much he really did for me, and how patient he was with me.
ManyNames Winterhawk, Elder West and I at his baptism.
Together, we taught a man named Benito Leyvas, or ManyNames Winterhawk as he liked to be called. He helped me to see how far-reaching the Atonement of Jesus Christ is. He came from a very tough background. There's not much in this world that's bad that he didn't do in his past. But I watched as he let those things out of his life, and repented. His baptism was amazing.
Heather, Elder Hinton, and I at her baptism.
At the end of my time with Elder West, we invited two families in the Livingston Ward to pray and ask Heavenly Father to help them identify someone they knew who was ready to receive the gospel. Two weeks later, both families approached us at church, independently of each other, and said that they remembered working with a young woman named Heather Burrill. They didn't know why she had stopped investigating the church, but they said that she had seemed very promising. It's amazing that both came up with the same name.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

To All the World

See "Internet Proselyting", and Elder Austin Goff's "Online Missionary Work"

I am very excited about this, and I hope you will post your comments and feelings as well.
In July 1974, President Spencer W. Kimball made this prophetic statement regarding the spreading of the gospel of Jesus Christ through technology:

“The Lord will lay in our hand inventions which we can scarcely conceive whereby we will be able to bring the gospel to the peoples of the world. I have faith that the Lord will open doors when we have done everything in our power. I believe that the Lord is anxious to put into our hands inventions of which we laymen have hardly had a glimpse.We shall use the inventions the Lord has given us to awaken interest and acquaint people of the world with the truths, to ease their prejudices and give them a general knowledge. We shall need to answer specific questions, and perhaps that can be done by two-way radio and TV perfected to a point beyond our present imagination. It is conceivable that such a program greatly perfected could be multiplied ten thousand times in ten thousand tongues and dialects in ten thousand places far and near. Tens of thousands of young missionaries endowed with the power from on high will follow up the proselyting” (Teachings of Spencer W. Kimball, 587-88).
In 1994, President Howard W. Hunter added this prophetic statement: “I feel our most enthusiastic projections capture only a tiny glimpse of how these [technological] tools can help us and of the eternal consequences of these efforts.”
(Taken from LDSMag)

In October of 2010, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints began a pilot program for internet proselyting. This blog, and my facebook profile have resulted, as well as hundreds of other missionaries' blogs and pages.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

My Mission

When I received my call to serve in the Montana Billings Mission, I said, "Oh. Montana." Now, after having served for two years in this incredible country, after having sacrificed all that I have to help others come unto Christ in this most beautiful place, I say in my heart, "Oh, Montana..."
Serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has changed my life.
I was called to the Montana Billings Mission on December 12th, 2008. I began my mission March 11th, 2009. I am about to conclude my mission on March 17th, 2011.
I started in Livingston, Montana, and from there I went to Riverton, Wyoming. Next came Miles City Montana, and then Townsend, Montana. I was transferred north to Kalispell, Montana, and last of all, down to Billings, Montana.
In the next few articles, I will be talking about my experiences in each of these areas. I want to do this justice, but I recognize that blogging just never could do a mission experience justice. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the pictures and experiences to follow. See the "My Montana Mission" tab at the top of this blog where everything will be compiled together.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Art's Conversion

This is the account of the conversion of the father of the Heffelfinger family, Art, by Brother Rob Oliver. Brother Oliver is a member of the Townsend ward who was critically involved with the Heffelfingers during their conversion to the gospel.
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Art Heffelfinger was baptized in the early 1960's but knew little about the Church. His reason for joining was that the woman to which he was then married was a member and he felt that joining the Church would bring harmony to the marriage. However, the marriage ended soon after that and so did his interest in the Church. Over the next 40 plus years, his contact with the Church was sparse, but he did have some contact through Priesthood Leaders and neighbors. However, in recent years he and his wife and daughters had begun an affiliation with another church which was very liberal and expected little from them.

In the spring of 2009 our Relief Society Presidency made a visit to the Heffelfinger home. (See Preparing the Heffelfingers.) It was the first contact that had been made with the family since they moved into the Townsend Ward. The Presidency met with Sister Heffelfinger and their youngest daughter Leah, and although the meeting was brief, there were good feelings and a report was made to that effect at the next Ward Council meeting. As the Ward Mission Leader at the time I listened carefully and then asked the full-time Sister Missionaries to make a visit to the Heffelfinger home, which they did. Their meeting was also warm, and they talked again with Sister Heffelfinger and Leah. However, owing to a busy schedule, summer vacation, and such, there was no follow-up meeting.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Julie's Conversion

This is the firsthand account of the conversion process of Julie to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It's difficult to describe the experience of working with Julie. It is a memory that I treasure. I feel like we were led to meet each other for a very important purpose, at a critical time.

Kalispell, MT. L/R Elder Lanham, Bonnie, Julie,  Elder Henriksen, Bishop Klingensmith
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I grew up in what would now be called a dysfunctional family. When my mother took legal action to separate from my abusive father, we (mother, brother and I) were suddenly treated as outcasts by the people in our church at the time. This attitude soon carried over to school as well. Thus I learned early on, that religions preaching the doctrine of tolerance etc. did not necessarily have members willing to practice that doctrine. As a result, my childhood was not a happy one. As a young adult, I had concluded that religion is like a pair of shoes--that you have to find one that fits if you are going to keep walking in them. And so I began a journey of looking for a church that fit--i.e. one whose doctrine was not only aligned with what my heart told me was "the way things should be" but was also one whose members were more inclined to practice what was preached in their daily lives.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Turnin' the Other Cheek

Now, in this post, I'll try to be humorous but hopefully not degrading or offensive. I hope that you can feel some of what I felt in this situation.
A few weeks ago, Elder Sargent and I went over to a lady who is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but who is not active in her faith. Her name is Sister Bird. She's been making good progress in coming back. But when we walked in, we were met by her father and step mother, who introduced themselves by sort of snorting, looking away, and saying, "We used to have the missionaries over, but my wife scared them all away."
The step mom looked up and gave us the stinkeye.
It was one of those times on a mission you never forget.

Kenny's Conversion

This is the firsthand account of the conversion of Kenny, a young man who I met and worked with in Kalispell, Montana. He hopes to serve a mission someday soon! See http://johnstonkenny.blogspot.com/.

L/R Elder Lanham, Elder Miner, Richard, Kenny, and Wendy Johnston
"Last February, I was texting my friend Kyla Allred to see how things are going and what she's up to today. She was saying, "I'm at church right now. Oh boy you are missing out big time Kenny." Then she said, "You should come next Sunday?" She was just being sarcastic but what she was not expecting was a text saying, "Sure. Why not, it might be fun."

So all that week I was getting texts and calls from Kyla saying you should wear this, this and this and be at the church at this time and do not be late. So Sunday comes along and I get ready to go to church. I actually get their 5 minutes early. I walk in and I do not know what to do. I can not find Kyla. She was a little late to Sacrament meeting so I sit in the very back so no one would see me. Then Kyla walks in and sees me and we go sit right up front where I did not want to sit. But oh well.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

What About the Bigger Ones?

"Is it possible to reclaim a life that through reckless abandon has become so strewn with garbage that it appears that the person is unforgivable? Or what about the one who is making an honest effort but has fallen back into sin so many times that he feels that there is no possible way to break the seemingly endless pattern? Or what about the person who has changed his life but just can’t forgive himself?"

I've wondered about these questions before. I've talked to many individuals who have wondered as well. "Is there really, honestly hope for me?"

We may be able to accept that Christ performed miracles of physical healing when He was on the earth. We may be able to accept that He can forgive honest mistakes and flaws in people. Maybe we can hope that He would be able to overlook our smaller faults.

But what about the bigger ones?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

None are Forbidden

Often, when we mess up, we feel inadequate. We may feel that Heavenly Father no longer wants to talk with us, because we don't feel worthy. In this negative frame of mind, it can become easy to spiral downward, and do worse and worse.
But our Heavenly Father just wants us to change. He won't condemn the sincere efforts of His children to become better.
Jesus Christ suffered immensely for us. He suffered so that we can have mercy when we repent and have faith in Him. He didn't go through all that so that He could then abandon us when we sin.
His hand is always outstretched.
It makes no difference where we have been. We can choose today to change our direction. And, in time, we will find that we have entered into His rest.

I know that this is true, because I have made many mistakes.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Sheri's Conversion

Please see The Reason I Came.
I will never forget the day when I stepped into the office of Sheri Heffelfinger. I still remember perfectly how she looked up from her desk and smiled. The Spirit flooded the room, and we felt such an excitement. It's a good feeling, when, as a missionary, I meet someone for the first time, and the Spirit is that strong. It means something amazing is about to happen.
And something amazing did happen.
In the last few articles, I've written briefly about the conversion process of the two Heffelfinger Daughters.
This is my perspective of the conversion of their mother.

I had been prepared to meet Sheri long before our meeting.
The first area in which I served in Montana was Livingston. Just south of Livingston, in beautiful Paradise Valley, live a group of people referred to as members of C.U.T., or Church Universal and Triumphant.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Preparing the Heffelfingers

The three visiting teachers who found the Heffelfingers
See The Reason I Came.
Here is a firsthand account by a member of the Townsend Ward Relief Society, on finding the Heffelfinger family and preparing them to receive the missionaries. The Relief society is the womens organization in the Church whose purpose is to help others. They often meet with members of the church, who, for whatever reason, have stopped coming to church. Here is the account:

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

American Grace: How Religion Divides and Unites Us

See original page here.
A new and important study of religion in America has, among other things, a good deal to say about members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Recently published under the title American Grace: How Religion Divides and Unites Us, the sociological study was conducted by scholars Robert D. Putnam and David E. Campbell and yields valuable insight to the nature and social effects of American religion. Drawing from in-depth new surveys, the study’s authors affirm that in many respects, religion in America exerts a healthy influence upon American society — one that typically promotes generosity, trust, neighborliness, and civic engagement. And while Mormons are a relatively small component of American society, the study data reveals that they play a conspicuous part in American religious life.
Among the study’s findings related to Latter-day Saints are the following:

Thursday, January 13, 2011

A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief


This simple video speaks volumes.
Christ had no motive to save us other than love.
He owed us nothing.
We certainly deserve nothing.
But He has given us everything.
We ought to emulate him, and give as well to those around us the gift of our love;
For when we serve others, we are really serving Him.
Here is one of my favorite hymns that describes this principle:

A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.