Friday, August 10, 2018

Always a missionary

I never thought myself a missionary. Maybe one time at high school I thought about going on a mission when I came of age, but nope ... it isn't mandatory in the church and so I let that idea go at high school. It wasn't until I was older that I realised that you don't have to go on a mission to be a missionary. Even then, it was something I didn't put any effort into. I didn't openly share points about the gospel until someone asked and even then, it was only ever answers to questions people had out of pure curiousty.

Do you guys wear special underwear.
Do you guys drink coke.
Will you be OK when your husband takes another wife.
E.T.C.

The head chef, the one I mentioned yesterday, has asked questions through-out the year. They've become more and more family centered and just the other day she told me that one of her grand-daughters got baptised into the church last month and she's noticed a huge difference in her. While we were sitting around in the kitchen this morning a few other co-workers asked about Church College, which led to the Temple and ultimately, Mormonism.

Larry told me a story about how his grandfather had inquired about the church. He asked his grandfather what his most prized possesion was on Earth, to which he responded, his family. This was a precusor to one of his most valued memories he'd had of his grandfather. He responded with the purpose of temple and the work done in temples.

It was the perfect story to tell the widow, still grieving her husband, who lives in hope there is something more out there than just death. I asked her today if she wanted me to do her husbands temple work. With much emotion in her voice, she happily agreed. So this afternoon we sat together in the school kitchen and found as much ancestors as we possibly could to link on familysearch.org. Go back a few generations in her family and their work has all been done.

I got approval from the powers that be to do their work and since our temple has closed for three years, I've shared their pending work with the temple system.

She's a great lady. She's probably the reason I love my job, because she is there every day smiling back at me when I walk through the doors to come on shift. I invited her to Hubba's baptism next month and she is very excited to come.

“No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear; till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done.”

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