Ten or so months ago before I left on my
mission, I gave my farewell talk on Fathers Day, assigned the topic of how my
father prepared me for a mission. I went into a lot of detail about the
many ways he did that and about what an incredible influence he has been in my
life. But after the meeting, a few people approached me and said
something like, `I hope you know how much your mother did for you as well.
It wasn`t ALL your dad!` And they were right, and I knew it.
I was just sticking to the assigned theme. And all of the things I
said about Dad were true, and they still are. But my Mama has also been
an incredible influence both to prepare me for a mission and to support me
while on a mission. I don`t think any mom in the mission (besides maybe
Sister Broadhead`s mom) writes their missionary as much as you do, and
certainly no missionary is any more loved by their family and their mama at
home. And I am very acutely aware of that. Thank you so much, Mama,
for making sure that this missionary, no matter what the conditions were in the
field, knew that there was lots of love and support for her at home. I
also know that Nana Rose calls you another name sometimes: Dodo, am I right?
Well, I heard someone say `dodo` in Japanese in a conversation one day,
and when I looked up what it meant, I thought of my Mama. `magnificently,
majestically, grandly, confidently, dignified, and impressive.` I think the Japanese
people knew about my mother! A big mothers day cheer for the most
WONDERFUL mother in the world! One, two, three, HEY MAMA!
So, I loved talking to you and being able to
hear all of your wonderful and beautiful voices! The next time I do,
I`ll be standing with you in an airport! But while those `woods are
lovely, dark, and deep,` as Robert Frost said, `I have promises to keep, And
miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.` And that`s good
too.
So here`s the lowdown on this week:
Monday
I wrote a little about it last time, but we
went to a beautiful land bridge famous for being one of the
three most beautiful spots in Japan. I`ve wanted to go ever since I got
transferred here, but because it was so far out in our area, it seemed
impossible. Until Monday! Monday was
Golden Week (a serious of holidays that I`m not sure have any real meaning, but
people have work off of), so Brother A**** had the day off, and being the
wonderful human he is decided to take the missionaries! And one of the
Elders` investigators came, so we were able to leave earlier on Monday than we would have been able to. And it
was phenomenal! We took the train, walked from the train station to the land bridge, walked across about 2
kilometers of forest-y, mountain like beach beauty, and took a thousand million
stair path to get to the top of a mountain, the viewing area. At such viewing area, we took many pictures, ate loquat
ice cream, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves before heading back down on a chair
lift that was the epitome of excitement, followed by an enjoyable boat ride
back, during which we threw bread to the seagulls and watched the kites (the
bird variety) skillfully catch the crumbs. It was a really, really cool
day.
Tuesday
Tuesday was another day on the go. It was the
last day of Golden Week, which almost everyone had off, so we went visiting
less actives far away with the entire branch, just about! Sister Broadhead and I
went with H*** Kyoudai and S***** Shimai, and the Elders went with H******* Kaicho and A**** Kyoudai, and all drove back out to M*****, the same far away
area where we had just been the day before, and visited about nine less actives
there, splitting them between our two little groups. No one was
interested in coming back, but no one was hostile, and we had quite a bit of
fun! We came back after a morning of such spiritual shenanigans to eat
lunch together and then go to do some branch service at the H***`s
field/garden/I`m not entirely sure what it is, but it`s a big deal. I
found enveloped therein a metaphor for my mission. We thought we were
going to be working out in the rice fields, in the mud, working hard, doing
cool Japanesey things that were glamorous! We got all ready in our boots
and JEANS and were excited for the work! And they sent Broadhead Shimai
and I to weed a garden. A very big garden. A very big garden with
very many very little weeds. But we weeded, we worked hard, and we weeded
as fast as we could. But in the end, after a few hours, we had managed to
weed only a tiny little patch of the vast garden. When we went out at the
end to where the others had been working, C**** Choro said, `Did you see this
place before we got a hold of it? We ripped out this whole area and made
this fence and...` They did a great work, very obviously made a
difference, whereas no one who went back to our little garden area would even
be able to tell we had been there.
I feel like that sometimes. I kind of feel like this
is the pattern of my mission: things start to go really well, and then things
plummet, and no work ever actually gets done and no person ever actually gets
helped. I want to help these people so much and be
a true disciple! I`m doing my best not to get discouraged and hope that one day, one
day things will finally work out. I decided to read a little bit about
Abinadi this week in my personal reading because he has always been my favorite
Book of Mormon hero. I`ve never known why though. I`ve never had a reason for
loving Abinadi so much. I`ve even tried to change my favorite hero a few times
when I felt like another character was cooler or felt like I needed a change,
but I was never able to. I just have a deep and mysterious abiding love for
Abinadi. Maybe because God knew that one day I would feel like him a little
bit. Don`t get me wrong, I don`t feel like I`m being burned alive or anything.
I know that I am very blessed to be on a mission and I live a good life in the
service of the Lord and I am happy. I bet Abinadi felt that way too. I don`t think he ever
knew about Alma. I think all he knew is that he went where the Lord wanted him
to go, tried his hardest and bore his testimony, and was for the most part
rejected and eventually died. I don`t think he saw Alma in the backgrounds, and
certainly not what an impact Alma was going to have on the lives of countless
others. So now I pray for an Alma. I pray that somewhere in the last 10 or so
months that someone has listened, that the doctrine has pricked someone`s heart
a little bit more than it showed, or they have been prepared better to accept
the Gospel in the future. I pray with all my heart that there might be an Alma.
Of course, I`ll never give up hope or stop working for a King Lamoni and his
people, as there are still `miles to go before I sleep` and I might have some
of those one day, but I still pray with hope for an Alma.
Wednesday
We had some lessons on Wednesday. First, we taught T***** Shimai, who is
getting less and less sure about baptism, but now loves the Book of Mormon
which we taught about. She was excited beyond belief when she realized we
were giving her one of her very own.
Then we biked to N**** before M*****`s lesson
and ate at and Indo Curry restaurant. Which was delicious because nan and
curry are delicious. :) And then we taught M*****, who while she does not want
to be baptized does still want to meet with us, which is good. Then we
went to visit N**********, whom we haven`t heard from in a couple weeks, and
managed to set up an appointment.
Thursday
We taught K****, our sweet little 80 year old
Buddhist lady. We taught about prayer last time, but couldn`t get her to
pray no matter how hard we tried. This time however, with a little help
from the Lord, we realized that she really just didn`t understand. So we
taught it again, a LOT simpler, and demonstrated with a prayer of just two or
three sentences. And then she got it. She prayed, and she loved it!
She said she felt closer to God and would continue to pray in that way.
Friday
We taught M******* Shimai (our recent convert,
less active) about the sacrament, and she said she would come and bring her son. We brought potato chips to sacrament for him!
But then ate them in between sacrament and Sunday school when they didn`t come. And we visited some
investigators who we hadn`t met in a while due to business, and they continued
to be busy, bringing our number of dropped investigators of the week to 3.
Saturday
We taught N************* with S***** Shimai as a
doseki (member in a lesson). We`re still trying to help this lady believe in
God. We ask her about her concerns, which this time were: If God is real, then why do bad things
happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. Of course people like Joseph Smith
believe in God--they`ve seen Him. But since she hasn`t, how can she
believe?
We answered this questions one by one, and she
understands, but they`re always followed by another one. There is clearly a
deeper concern underneath here, causing all of these superficial ones to
surface. We`re just not sure what the real one is!
Then, we had a lesson with S******* Shimai with
H*** Shimai as a doseki. And S******* Shimai`s heart is slowly slowly
softening. As H**** Shimai bore her testimony about morning prayer and
scripture study, S******** Shimai excitedly said she wanted to begin praying and
reading from the Book of Mormon just a little bit every morning and see how it
goes. She`s still quite against the idea of going to church, though. She said that even though she doesn`t intend on
getting baptized or coming to church (but hey, she didn`t intend on praying or
reading the Book of Mormon either, and now she wants to do both every day). I hope she has grown a little closer to God in the time I am here. :)
Sunday :
Y*** Choro got broken. The night before,
on the way down the stairs to get the mail, he slipped and got pretty hurt to
the point where he couldn`t walk. A**** Kyodai had to piggy back him into
the church. Right after church, they called an ambulance to take him to
the hospital, where he was diagnosed (do you use diagnosed with breaks? I
don`t know. Probably not.) with a broken ankle, a fractured wrist, and a
severely sprained other ankle. They transferred him to another hospital
and then sent him back to his home this morning. It`s rough. He was a good bean missionary.
Godspeed to him in getting better.
And then there was the rest of church and some
housing in a beautiful mountain area.
And that was the week.
I`m going to send some more pictures now!
D&C101:16 Therefore, let your hearts be comforted concerning Zion; for allflesh is in mine hands; be still and know that I am God.
The church is true!
The book is blue!
Sister Whitney
The sign on the wall of the eki ( train station). They're really quite entertaining. Please read. :)
The platform at the eki.
The densha (train)!
Me and Sister Broadhead on the train.
The views from the train.
A street view walking to the land bridge.
Some beautiful ocean views!
Walking along the land bridge!
The end of the land bridge.
Me at the end of the land bridge.
Still walking along the land bridge.
A cool tree on the land bridge.
A cool log on the land bridge.
The end of the land bridge.
It's a boat on the ocean by the land bridge.
The view walking from the end of the land bridge to the area where we could climb up to see it.
The chair lift we eventually rode down.
The street view.
The beginning of the many, much long stairs we walked up.
Just stuff we're seeing on the way up the stairs.
Elder's and stairs.
Just other stuff we're seeing on the side of the stairs and the like.
Stairs
So when people go to the land bridge, the thing is to do this, to turn upside down, and people
have done this probably ever since the land bridge was created.
This is what is looks like
if you do that. I think it's supposed to look like a bridge between
heaven and earth or something? I think they were saying that. And
something about a dragon.
Land bridge view beauty.
This one is my favorite of me and Sister Broadhead.
Land bridge beginning CLOSEUPS
It is the lift and we are riding down it.
The boat we got on to go back across the
land bridge
The view from the back of the boat.
The view and the Japanese flag
A kite chasing us in the sky, hungry for
bread crumbs!
A mural with parts of the Japanese
creation story or something or some belief they once had. You watch your
life on a mirror after you die, and if you were good, you go to heaven, and if
you were bad, all of these gruesome graphic things happen to you depending on
which sins you committed. (You have your tongue ripped out and burned if
you lied. We`re not sure which sin gets you turned into an animal.)
A guy in the front of a shop making soba
noodles in a fancy way.
The train back.
Beautiful ocean views from the train.
And that's all! I must go now.
