Monday, March 26, 2012

Onward, Ever Onward

It's Time


Well, my friends, the time has come.

I know I haven't written in my blog much lately, but that's because there really wasn't a ton to report, or at least it didn't seem like it. I went to a ton of temples which was awesome! I loved being able to serve the Lord so many times in so many different places! Truly a testimony building experience.

I ended up going to 7 different temples: Salt Lake, Provo, Mt. Timpanogos, Draper, Jordan River, Oqurrih Mountain, and Manti. Each did things a little different, but the Spirit and warmth I felt was unchanging. I love that feeling of security, that feeling of being home.

Speaking of which, it's time to leave home. It's time to leave family and friends, it's time to leave my life for 2 years. It's mission time.

I've been preparing for this moment my whole life. I am a completely torn individual right now. One half of me is so excited and overjoyed at the prospect of serving MY mission! The other half of me is scared beyond belief. I sure hope I can do this. Everyone around me keeps telling me how amazing of a missionary I'll be; seems like I'm the only one who isn't so sure. I guess it's good to be humble, if that's what we can call this...either way, tomorrow night I'm getting set apart and Wednesday, it begins. I am going to serve a full mission no matter what. Nothing will stop me from reaching that goal. It's been a goal of mine to serve a mission basically my entire life. I've always had 3 major goals:
  1. Graduate High School
  2. Go to BYU for College
  3. Serve a Full-Time Mission
2 have been accomplished, leaving the mission last on my list. I always had my life planned out up until my mission, I guess I always thought I'd never get to this point. But now that it's here, I'm going to get a blank slate on life! One side of me is really excited about that! The other is sitting here wondering what the heck I'm going to do with my life. I suppose I have 2 years to think about it; who knows? Maybe a mission will give me some clarity on the subject. Either way, I know I'm doing the right thing in serving a mission. This will be life changing, it will change me. And I say, bring on the new Alex, I embrace him with open arms.

Well, obviously this is my last post for 2 years so I figure I'll end with my testimony. For all my readers, I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the same church that was established by Christ on the Earth. I know we have living prophets that guide us and receive revelation in our day. I know the Book of Mormon is the word of God and a witness that Jesus is the Christ. I know the Atonement is real, it has saved me and can save you if you let it. Jesus Christ died for each of us, and he lives today. He is at the head of this church. Joseph Smith saw God the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ. There is no mistaking it. 

Come unto Christ, be perfected in Him. Become clean. Find peace in your heart and soul.


God Be With You Til We Meet Again

Elder Alex Michie Sanders
MTC Mailbox # 214
TX-MCAL 0528
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793

AMS

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Mission Talk

For Those Who Missed It.



The Mission Talk
Elder Alex Sanders


When Luke tells the story of Christ’s birth in the New Testament, he concludes with the following verse, Luke 2:52.

“And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.”
              
  When you break that verse down, we see that even the Son of God had to grow and develop to become the Savior of Mankind. As the verse says, he did so in 4 ways: Wisdom, or mental growth, stature, or physical growth, favor with God, or spiritually, and in favor with man, or socially.  I look at these as the four cornerstones of growth. In order for us to all grow and develop into the representatives of Jesus Christ we are meant to be, we need to grow in all 4 categories. To keep my talk organized, I’m going to talk a little bit on each one.

Socially

First I wanted to talk about growing socially.  As many of you know, I was Senior Class President in high school.  Being in that position made me an example to many of my peers, even people I didn’t know. I was blessed to meet a lot of great students who I probably wouldn’t have otherwise been able to meet; those students, some of which are in attendance today, will probably never realize how they touched my life by their example. 

What most of you may not know, though my family sure does, is that I used to be extremely socially awkward in middle school. I didn’t quite understand what is socially acceptable and what behavioral quirks need to be kept behind closed doors…even today I still struggle to look people in the eye when I talk to them.  But in order to be a good missionary, leader, and member of the church, we need to be able to communicate and interact properly with those we come in contact with, particularly those who aren’t members of the church.  As time goes on, technology is becoming more and more a part of our lives. While I love my cell phone and my iPod just as much as the next guy, we can’t let them take over our lives, because they can destroy social skills and social lives. I know of a lot of people who can send 500 texts in one day, but can’t manage a 30 second conversation in person. If you are guilty of this, may I recommend making a change?  Some can hop on Facebook or Twitter and send a scathing message to a group of people or an individual, but would never say the same thing in person. Elder Stanley G. Ellis of the Seventy said on this topic, “when we think we’re hidden…behind a nameless presence on the web, we’re led to do things totally out of character.” We as members of the church represent the Savior no matter where we are or what we’re doing, and our conduct should reflect that. Brethren and sisters, develop your social skills so that we can fully and properly spread the gospel through our example. You never know who’s watching you.

Physically

I next want to talk about developing physically. I was lucky enough to keep the same young men’s leaders my entire tenure in the priest quorum.  Brother Lindstrom and Brother Lewis taught me many timeless lessons during those 2 ½ years; and I wouldn’t be nearly as prepared for a mission without them.  Each summer, we went on a week-long hiking trip to Zion and Arches national parks. While these trips were some of the most fun trips of my life, the most significant part of these trips were the moments I got to witness the tender mercies of the Lord. 2 summers ago, we went on an additional trip to King’s Peak, which is the highest peak in Utah at nearly 14,000 feet.  Brother Lindstrom attempted this hike 23 years ago but didn’t make it, so he was more excited than any of us combined. We hiked to 10,000 feet that day and set up base camp right as a violent hail storm set in. I went in my tent and took a nap and when I woke up, it was brighter outside than when I had gone to bed so I had no idea if I had slept through the night or if it had only been a couple of hours. It turns out everyone went and took a nap so when I went asking people what day it was, no one knew. I asked a leader who had a watch and he told me 7:00. …AM or PM?... Turns out I had only slept for 2 hours, so I was set for the long haul. I had a rough night that night fighting of a migraine, but this only increased my determination to conquer the mountain.  The next day, we had almost made it to the top and I asked Brother Lindstrom if he was excited to get to the top today, he told me yes but he was concerned about some storm clouds rolling our way. He told me that when he got up that morning he had a distinct prompting that we were to turn around at the first crack of thunder.

Sure enough, about 300 yards from the peak, thunder struck. I looked at him with a look in my eyes just begging to hurry and reach the peak, then hurry off. Thankfully, Brother Lindstrom had already decided to follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit because as we were getting off the peak, a violent hail and thunderstorm rocked King’s Peak. The hair was starting to stand on my head because it was so close. We scurried to get out of harm’s way as I was screaming out loud to my Father in Heaven out of sheer fear. It was probably the only time I’ve been legitimately scared for my life.  We had to take a shortcut down a very dangerous rock incline. We gathered together to pray as a group for safety, and 45 minutes later, we had all made it down the dangerous rock slide safely. We gathered together as Chris Koller offered an emotional prayer of gratitude and I said a prayer in my head thanking Heavenly Father for his mercy and for prompting my leader to give up what he had waited 23 years for to make sure his scouts were kept safe.

As you can see, from our desire to stay physically strong by hiking, we were able to witness a small miracle in our eyes, which I view as a blessing. The Word of Wisdom, which we all know promotes living a physically healthy life, promises similar blessings that we will “find great treasures of knowledge, even hidden treasures.” The Lord has commanded us to live a healthy life, and to keep ourselves in good physical shape; if we do that, we will be blessed, sometimes in unexpected ways.

Mentally

Probably the hardest part of preparing for a mission was the mental trials that came.  Satan is very crafty at taking our weaknesses and turning them into seemingly unbearable trials.  About 9 years ago, I suffered separation anxiety attacks. My dad’s job has him and my mom going with the BYU Ballroom Dance Company on their yearly month long tour to various places around the world.  When they left the first time, I was convinced that they weren’t coming back, that they were going to die, and that my life was over.  I would panic and have emotional break downs at the thought.  They did, however, eventually come home and all was well with the world. As the years went on, it became easier and easier to cope with their absence and I thought my days of anxiety attacks had ended. Then I moved home from BYU and got a new job. I had loved my life at BYU and had loved my job at BYUtv.  When I had to move home and wait til my mission time, I had to get a new job. My new job turned out to be a warehouse assembly line job, 5 AM to 3 PM, sometimes later.  I am, in the end, very grateful for having that job because it helped immensely in funding my mission.  However, something about the monotonous work, the early early hours, and the lack of English speakers around me, triggered my anxiety attacks again.  1 day in and I was ready to quit and give up.  But I knew I needed the money and had to stick with the job. A lot of prayer helped me through my time at that job, and once again I was able to resist and overcome my anxiety.  I am almost positive that I will be faced with anxiety attacks in the mission field, but now I know how to cope with it and fight it off. 

Overcoming mental obstacles does not happen overnight; learning to fight off my anxiety attacks came over many years in the refiner’s fire.  I personally believe mental trials can be the hardest to overcome, because we’re essentially fighting against ourselves.  When we’re taking on mental trials, we hear thoughts such as “I can never get over this. This is too hard. I can’t do it.” And we often turn to God and ask “why are you doing this to me?” Elder D. Todd Christofferson tells of President Hugh B. Brown’s experience:

He told of purchasing a rundown farm in Canada many years ago. As he went about cleaning up and repairing his property, he came across a currant bush that had grown over six feet (1.8 m) high and was yielding no berries, so he pruned it back drastically, leaving only small stumps. Then he saw a drop like a tear on the top of each of these little stumps, as if the currant bush were crying, and thought he heard it say:

“How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. … And now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me. … How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.”

President Brown replied, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and someday, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down.’”

Years later, President Brown was a field officer in the Canadian Army serving in England. When a superior officer became a battle casualty, President Brown was in line to be promoted to general, and he was summoned to London. But even though he was fully qualified for the promotion, it was denied him because he was a Mormon. The commanding general said in essence, “You deserve the appointment, but I cannot give it to you.” What President Brown had spent 10 years hoping, praying, and preparing for slipped through his fingers in that moment because of blatant discrimination. Continuing his story, President Brown remembered:

“I got on the train and started back … with a broken heart, with bitterness in my soul. … When I got to my tent, … I threw my cap on the cot. I clenched my fists, and I shook them at heaven. I said, ‘How could you do this to me, God? I have done everything I could do to measure up. There is nothing that I could have done—that I should have done—that I haven’t done. How could you do this to me?’ I was as bitter as gall.

“And then I heard a voice, and I recognized the tone of this voice. It was my own voice, and the voice said, ‘I am the gardener here. I know what I want you to do.’ The bitterness went out of my soul, and I fell on my knees by the cot to ask forgiveness for my ungratefulness. …

“… And now, almost 50 years later, I look up to [God] and say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for cutting me down, for loving me enough to hurt me.’”

The Lord will never give us a trial we can’t handle.  And he will always provide a way to escape, that we may be able to bear it.  He gives us trials so that we can grow. Sometimes he gives us trials so we can help others who have been in our position.  I don’t know why Heavenly Father gave me anxiety attacks to overcome, but I’m confident that someday I will understand.

Spiritually

The greatest growth for me in preparing for a mission came through spiritual growth.  I have been blessed with many experiences over the years that have helped solidify my testimony into one ready to be shared in the mission field.  I never had the most solid testimony of Joseph Smith.  I had always accepted that he was a prophet because it wouldn’t make sense any other way, but I never had that rock solid knowledge that he was.  Eventually I reached the conclusion that I couldn’t go share the message of the restoration unless I knew if for myself.  One week, I went to see the Joseph Smith movie in Salt Lake.  As the film was coming to a close and the song “Praise to the Man” came on, I was overcome with the Spirit proclaiming to me that he was truly a prophet of God.  Now, every time I hear that song, I feel that conviction all over again. 

While I was at BYU, I had a report on the Book of Mormon coming up in my Mission Prep class. As the due date approached, I began noticing the Book of Mormon everywhere around me in advertisements, talks, discussions, and news reports.  At first I brushed it off as a coincidence. But when the October Ensign came out as a special issue on the Book of Mormon, I finally got the hint and determined that I needed to really READ the Book of Mormon.  I spent the next 3 weeks vigorously reading whenever I had free time.  I was almost done when I had an interview with Bishop Sites.  I told him my story and told him how excited I was to take the Moroni Challenge and gain that testimony.  He told me “Alex, you can take the challenge over and over and you’ll always have the same results.  What you’ve already experienced this time in reading is your own personal witness of the Book of Mormon; never forget it.” I can tell you now without a doubt that the Book of Mormon is true.

For about a month, I’ve been working only in the afternoons which makes my mornings completely free. At first I was just sleeping til I couldn’t stand the taste of my own breath anymore and had to get up…I know…but last month I was able to go to the temple and receive my endowment. Brothers and sisters, the temple is the house of the Lord and we should make the necessary sacrifices, be it time, money, or old habits, to be worthy and available to receive the blessings of the holy temple. In the last month, I’ve been to 6 different temples. While the rooms and the presentation of the endowment is a little different at each one, the Spirit of peace and comfort you feel is unchanging.  I can testify to you here that we cannot comprehend the blessings the temple brings into our lives.  President Thomas S. Monson has said of the temple, “Those who understand the eternal blessings which come from the temple know that no sacrifice is too great, no price too heavy, no struggle too difficult in order to receive those blessings. There are never too many miles to travel, too many obstacles to overcome, or too much discomfort to endure. They understand that the saving ordinances received in the temple that permit us to someday return to our Heavenly Father in an eternal family relationship and to be endowed with blessings and power from on high are worth every sacrifice and every effort.

May I echo the words of our beloved prophet in saying that we need to do everything we can to regularly attend the temple. We are blessed to have 7 temples within an hour’s drive of where we live, with 2 more on the way.  If you don’t have a current recommend, get one.  If you feel like you don’t have time, make time. If you aren’t currently worthy, repent and become worthy. We cannot miss out on the blessings of the temple in our lives.

Blessings
              
I want to conclude my talk with a promise that if we develop these four foundations of our lives, we will be blessed beyond comprehension.  Since receiving my mission call compounded with Whitney preparing to serve her own mission, our family has been immensely blessed in ways that can only be described as miracles.  One such example is one of the most humbling experiences of my life. Since Whitney decided to serve a mission, the prospect of funding 2 missionaries has been a concern in our house. I remember talking to my mom on multiple occasions about how we’re going to have to make sacrifices and how difficult it will be to fund 2 missionaries.  I kept reminding her that we’re doing our part, the Lord will provide. Even in saying this I had my doubts and fears. I mean, where is that money coming from? As in Mark 9:24, I prayed to my Father in Heaven, “Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief.”  One morning we were all gathered together to hear my dad through tears tell us that a family we didn’t even know who had a still born daughter 21 years ago wanted to help finance a sister missionary.  We hear those stories in the church all the time, but for it to happen to our family at this time was indescribable.  I testify that the Lord does not abandon his children.  The hymn “How Firm a Foundation” beautifully illustrates this point:

Fear not, I am with thee, oh be not dismayed
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid
I’ll strengthen the, help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand
The Soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake
I’ll never, no never, I’ll never, no never,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!

D&C 88:84 says: I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my  Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up. 

When we are trying our best to progress in our lives and grow closer to our Heavenly Father, he does not abandon us.  I’ve seen it in my own life and in the lives of those around me.  That is why I have chosen to serve a mission.  There are people in McAllen Texas that need to hear the Good News that has so blessed my life.  The hymn “Brightly beams our father’s mercy” says the following:

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from His lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.
Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue, you may save.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Making a Real Difference

#WorldPeace2012


Now war's gonna stop, right?

We all know the answer to that question.

The last few months I've been annoyingly obsessed with politics. We rabidly watch the GOP Debates on TV and keep a daily eye on the latest polls and caucus results. Since I'm getting so well read, I feel pretty proud to actually care about this, and I can say I didn't just show up at the polls in November and vote for Romney because he's Mormon. That's what this post is about. We as Americans do not care about the issues anymore.

I got up this morning to check Facebook and my news feed had blown up over a movement called "Stop Kony". I did my homework and the gist of it is Joseph Kony is a Ugandan leader who is imposing his theocratic government upon his people, including strict obedience to the 10 commandments and using children as soldiers. This is wrong. This movement is to get this man "famous", meaning they want everyone to know who he is so he can be shut down.

This is a great cause and I thought I'd donate so I went to the website. Out of the 100,000+ people who went to the website....17,000 donated? That's it?? Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to Stop Kony, you can't just post a video and move on with your lives. Do you think that those kids care how viral their video gets? They have to go out and fight wars still regardless of how many "likes" they get.

I took a bad approach to this at first by attacking the people who just posted, so I'm trying a different approach. Guys, if you really care about this movement, you've gotta do more. You have to get up and donate, volunteer, write a letter, pledge your support. There are so many things you can do to help this cause and yet you're satisfied with sharing a video. That's not enough.

That's besides the point.

Most of the people who read this blog are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. One of the largest non-profit organizations in the world. The LDS church donates millions of dollars toward relief efforts. Utah has enormous welfare opportunities and service centers where they can donate food and care packages to people around the world. Yet, many of these people who want to stop Kony have never done that, which is sad. Americans are blessed with one of the most prosperous nations in the world, and yet no one is willing to give back and pay it forward. How hard is it to spend an afternoon at Deseret Industries making mittens for children? How hard is it to go pull weeds at an elderly woman's house? These are things you can do to help people in need, and yet we'd rather share a video on Facebook.

When I go on my mission, not only do I get to spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ, I also get to serve people for 2 years. It's a way that I can make a difference and give back. There's a demographic of less wealthy people just trying to get by in McAllen, and I have the opportunity to spend 2 years helping them out. That's making a real difference.

My challenge today is to go make a difference, give back to the community that has given so much to you. Actions speak much louder than words.

AMS

The Official Announcement

I'm officially out of the habit of blogging.

Yeah, I don't blog anymore.

In my defense, I really don't have a lot to blog about. My day consists of the following: 

  • Wake up for scriptures
  • Eat breakfast
  • Go back to bed
  • Go buy some stuff for my mission
  • Go to work at 3
  • Come home and eat dinner
  • Hang out with Mackenzie and/or Jake
  • Go back to bed
  • Repeat the next day.

Sooo...there's not much to blog about there. And I've come to the conclusion that I am horrible at blogging.

I guess I'll just start with today since nothing of significant importance has happened lately. I woke up this morning to my parents telling us about a phone call that came in the night before. I won't go into details as it is very personal to the family, but needless to say, we were blessed beyond our wildest dreams. I had been mildly stressing about the subject surrounding the phone call lately and all I could do in the end was do my part and have faith that the Lord would do His. That's such a hard thing for me to do. It's hard to blindly put your trust in someone who you've never seen or heard, especially when the facts of life are sitting in front of your face and are blatantly contradicting your faith. It's hard to say "okay Lord, I've made the sacrifice, now I trust that you'll help me". I didn't want to risk making a sacrifice if the Lord didn't pull through for me, but in the end I knew I'd been raised better than that, so I put my faith in God.
Lord, I believe. Help thou my unbelief.
This afternoon as I reflected what had happened to our family, my eyes welled up with tears and I started to cry from how overwhelmed I was that the Lord not only was willing to help and bless our family, but it also reminded me of how the Lord knows each of us individually and knows our specific needs. He provided me with the exact thing I needed to fill in the missing gaps in my faith.

I went to the Mount Timpanogos Temple today. That was an absolutely beautiful temple! The rooms were just enormous rooms with high ceilings and so much beautiful natural light shining through. It was such a wonderful experience for me. I'm trying to go to as many temples as I can before I leave. So far, I've been to Salt Lake, Provo, and Mt. Timpanogos. There's still plenty of temples nearby to go to so I better get started on the rest! I went to the temple today with my grandparents. They had so many amazing insights and stories to share with me! I loved just sitting there and listening to all of the neat experiences they have had and their friends have shared with them. I really was able to feel the Spirit and it further strengthened my testimony of the church!


So I just keep trying to stay busy while I wait to leave. The countdown is on: 21 days to go! I'm so excited to begin sharing the Gospel with others!

AMS

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

One Wild Birthday

This Year Takes the Cake!

Well, I'm 19 now.

Sunday, February 26th was my birthday. I've never treated birthdays like a huge deal, except for when I tease my family that it's "all about me" on my birthday, much to my father's chagrin. Either way, when people ask what I want I usually have no idea. They then proceed to tell me they're getting me a present, to which I inform them that no, no they will not be getting me a present for I do not need one. And usually they don't, and I am content. But this year, Mackenzie decided to do the wildest birthday surprise I've ever seen...

Phase 1:

Friday night I got home from work and there was a letter sitting on the table for me. I looked at who it was from and to my surprise, it was from Mackenzie! She does not write letters. Ever. When I asked if she would write me while I'm on my mission, she didn't even sugarcoat it. "Nope, I don't write letters." And that's the end of that. So seeing a letter from her was shocking, it didn't even really hit me for a while either! But the letter said to meet at her dorm at 11 am where the adventures would begin. And boy did they...

Phase 2:

I got to her dorm around 11:15 (she was very upset at me) and I payed the price for it. There was a letter in a bag with her digital camera. The letter said:

To start the day off you are going on a photo scavenger hunt. You should find my camera with this piece of paper so grab that and get ready!Your instructions are as follows: You are to take this camera, do not break it darling, and get a picture of yourself with all of the following objects or places. Later you will find out the significance of each location and/or object. If a photo cannot be taken then you will have to call and beg for forgiveness, counting on my mercy to save you. Once all eighteen of the photos are taken you are to call and receive further instruction.A photo of you–1. In front of Stover Hall2. With Jenny, Alli, or any of your FHE sisters (in the event that none are available, any member of your old ward will do)3. Standing on the stairs by May hall (yes, those stairs) in a crouching cat pose4. On the Bell Tower, looking dramatically out across the landscape5. Sitting on the bench at the bottom of the Bell Tower stairs with a cheesy grin on your face6. Hugging a lamp post of your choice7. At a table in the food court of the Wilk, preferably against a wall8. Leaning seductively over a pool table in the Wilk9. Glaring at the camera in the bowling alley, just look pissed.10. By the Jamba Juice in the Wilk11. On the steps of the ESC12. The stairs by Rape Hill13. The duck pond at the bottom of Rape Hill14. With Jimmer. Whether this be a poster, picture, or the actual being15. In Legends Grill, staring at the logos16. Either at the entrance to the Smith Fieldhouse gym or just outside the Smith Fieldhouse17. Sitting in a seat in the large auditorium of the JSB, or, if occupied, any classroom of any building.18. In a car, preferably your own or one that you did not break into
This photo scavenger hunt must be completed by noon in order to receive further instruction via phone call.[Helpful Hints] You might want to attack people milling about the photo site and ask them to take the picture for you. Also, if you notice, they are mostly grouped into similar areas. There should not be much driving involved if you look closely at the list and strategize which areas you can park and tackle and then re-locate to tackle the next set.

So since I only had 45 minutes due to my tardiness, off I ran to the different areas to begin my challenge.

Stover Hall:

With Krista (who was in my ward since none of my FHE sisters or Alli OR Jenny were home):

On the stairs by May Hall attempting to crouch like a cat?...I don't know:

Looking Dramatically over campus from the Bell Tower:

The Stairs by the Bell Tower making my cheesy grin:

Hugging a Lamp Post:

In the Wilk:

On a Pool Table:

Angry in the Bowling Alley:

At Jamba Juice:

The Steps of the Science Center:

The Stairs by Rape Hill:

With Jimmer!


The Smith Fieldhouse:

Legends Grill looking at Logos:

And in the JSB Auditorium:

Each place had special significance because we had little moments and memories at each one. I know, presh. Took me about an hour to finish but once I did I got a message to go to the library, second floor, room 2725. By then I was exhausted from running to all corners of campus, but I ran to the library and in the room was Phase 3.

Phase 3:

Phase 3 consisted of a note explaining each place for the pictures even though I already knew (I have my smart moments) and another note telling me I had a half an hour to finish the puzzle sitting on the end of the chair. The puzzle was huge! Hand made from 9 pieces of paper cut into 56 shapes. It took me about a half an hour to finish and in walked Mackenzie. I gave her a big hug and told her thank you, no one had ever done anything like that for me and it really meant a lot that she would go through all that trouble for me! She then took me to Los Hermanos for lunch, I absolutely love that place!!


After that we went to her dorm for about an hour then met up with her friend for a "double exposure couples project ghost cemetery photo shoot". Mackenzie thought I was going to absolutely hate it but I ended up having more fun than she did! Although by the end I was ready to be done with it and she was completely checked out and annoyed. 

After that we went and did baptisms at the temple! I had never baptized anyone so I was pretty nervous about that. There are different types of ways to baptize someone such as the dunker or the drowner. A dunker plunges them in with a big splash and makes a wet mess, whereas a drowner gently dips them in and pulls them up slowly, not caring for the fact that they might not be getting enough air. So I was a little nervous about doing that, but after I did it once, I felt fine. I was overcome by the spirit while I was there and it got me even more excited to go on my mission. Hopefully I'll be spending a lot of time in those baptism waters!


We then went back to her dorm for a delicious fried chicken dinner! Her roomate Kila and her boyfriend Erik were over for a while and we talked to them. Then we just spent the evening together talking to each other and having a good time. All in all, it was the best birthday present I've ever received. So this is to you Mackenzie! Thanks for the wildest and most fun birthday!!



AMS

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Holiness to the Lord

This post is a little too spiritual for Calvin and Hobbes

That was something I'll never forget.


As previously mentioned, I had the chance to go through the temple last Saturday and receive my endowment. That was such a sacred experience and it's hard not to talk about everything. If anything, I learned that the reason we don't talk about what we learn in the temple outside the temple is not because it's secret, but rather because it's sacred. We of course invite all to come to the temple, but what we learn there isn't something that should be casually brought up in conversation. All in all, it was well worth the wait.

I almost went 2 weeks ago, but decided to wait a couple of weeks instead. I'm now very glad I made that choice because it made a huge difference. I don't think I would have appreciated the significance of the blessings of the temple had I just rushed to get there like I was planning. Once I was able to slow down and have some time to prepare myself for the temple, I realized its significance to a much greater degree. If I could go into more detail, believe me I would. But trust me when I say that the Church is so true. Never doubt, never waver.


In other news, I've spent the last couple of days being the head custodian at the elementary school. I'm really glad I got that chance because had I not, I'd be very short on money. I'm not exactly sure why I was there, however, because the head custodian was there almost the whole time! He was supposed to take both Tuesday and Wednesday off, yet he didn't. Oh well, it's money in my bank account which is what I need; no complaints!

I was reading just this morning about Chris Paul. I used to despise him because he was Deron William's main rival and I was a huge Deron Williams fan. Then Williams started being a jerk to the Jazz organization and pretty much gave up on his coaches and the team. So now he's in NJ and no one cares about him. Then I go read up on Chris Paul. Surprisingly humble guy from a humble background. Has a wife and a little boy who he makes plenty of time for, especially considering his busy schedule. No tattoos, no earrings. Why? Because his mom told him not to. He handled his trade to LA with class, thanking his previous team for everything they did for him and thanking LA for the opportunity to play. He didn't lash out at the NBA (I know most of this doesn't make sense, bear with me) when his first trade fell through, he just stayed pretty quiet and let everything play out. I'm just really impressed with the way he handles himself in the spotlight. Seems like a pretty good guy to me, I think I may have a new favorite NBA player.


Well, that's all for now. Life's going great, and I'm a happy man!

AMS

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Freedom

I'm Free

I decided to wait until I was free from the bonds of the warehouse before I blogged again due to the fact that each post would look like this:

Today I got up at 4, went to work until 3, worked at the school until 5, laid down for a few hours, and went to bed at 9.

The End.

Actually, there were a few fun things that happened during my tenure at the warehouse, but mostly a lot of work work work. In the end I have to admit I am grateful for the opportunity to work there. I made a lot of money to go towards my mission in a short amount of time, and I'm glad I got to do that. But my time there is over, I will not be going back there again.

...I'm free.

I would be lying if I didn't say I was pumped to be free from the wicked chains of the warehouse. That place is very hard to work at. Yes, the work itself is pretty easy, but you literally have to sculpt your life around it. Now, that's good and fine if you are a middle aged adult with nothing else going on in your life, but I have a mission to prepare for, I have a family and friends that I don't have a lot more time to spend with, and I don't want to just be a workaholic. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.


So now I just have my little job at the Elementary School. It's not much, but it will keep money coming over the next month and a half until I leave. Now that I actually have time to recap, I'll highlight a couple of things that have happened the last couple of weeks.

Mission shopping is nearly complete. I have most of my clothes and they all look and feel great! I can't wait to be wearing them as a missionary! I'm finally actually going through the temple on Saturday!! This is something I've waited my whole life for. I wanted to go earlier this month but when the time came to actually go, I just didn't feel ready to take that responsibility on me yet. So, I delayed it a couple of weeks and now I feel much more spiritually prepared for the blessings and covenants of the holy temple. So mission preparation is going along quite nicely and I get more and more excited as the days go by! I'm sort of split into two halves; one part of me wants time to go faster so I can just leave already! The other half of me wants time to go slow as possible so I don't have to leave my friends and family yet. Oh well, when it happens, it happens.

I went on a date with Mackenzie last Friday. Thing is, I didn't really know it was supposed to be a date until I showed up. It was supposed to be a shooting trip with the boys that I was just bringing Mackenzie with me. But when I showed up and all the guys had dates, I quickly realized the error of my ways. At least I already had a date right? So we went shooting for a while, wandered the clothing racks at DI, ate dinner at Tucano's (big mistake), and played some silly pointless games at my house. All in all, a very fun night!


Valentine's Day came. I honestly hate it when people call it Singles Awareness Day. If you do that, stop it. Valentine's Day is not just about a significant other, it's about spending time and expressing gratitude for all the people you love. That could be family, friends, a neighbor, a pet, anyone you want! If you love them, Valentine's is a great opportunity to show that. No one's forever alone when they have friends. And if worse comes to worse, there's always the Lord who will always be our best friend. 

I look to my friends as a perfect example of how to do Valentine's Day the right way. They dressed in their morphsuits and went to their female friends' houses to give them all roses. Do they have crushes on them? No. Are any of them lonely and crying? No. But they're friends, so the guys showed their appreciation for them and made sure they knew that yes, they are loved. Good work, gentlemen.

I would have joined them, but I had some plans of my own:


Well, that's really all that's happened other than work the last couple of weeks. Hopefully now that my schedule's a little more clear, I'll have more to talk about and I'll be able to post a little more frequently!

AMS

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Sick Day

Yep, I'm sick.

I hate being sick.

Since I'm here though, I figure I might as well post in the blog. I'll give a recap of yesterday. First thing I did was go shopping for mission clothes. That's one of those things that makes me realize that yeah, this is really happening. Mom and I went to Mr. Mac to get my suit, but ended up buying most of my clothes there. They had this big mission sale that I was able to get almost all of my clothes for only 1100 bucks. Now I know that sounds outrageous but when you really think about it, it's a pretty good deal. Suits, good shoes, ties, and coats are not cheap so finding a deal like that is a steal! I even got a free tie for checking into Mr. Mac on Facebook so I'm pretty much all set to go. Well...at least I'll be dressed nice.


After that, we met up with Whitney at Costco for some shopping. Costco usually has really good samples, especially on weekends. So you'd think that the day before the Super Bowl would be packed full of delicious party food samples. It wasn't, thus leaving me hungry and disappointed. That's about where my problems began yesterday...


Since we were not filled to our satisfaction at Costco, we decided to go eat lunch at Iggy's Sports Grill. I love this place. It has really good food and huge TVs for watching sports, a real man cave. I ordered the All American Burger with chili and boy was it tasty. Only problem was afterwards, I felt awful. I felt sick to my stomach with nausea and a very achy body. We got home and I tried to solve my stomach problems, but nothing would do the trick. I finally just went and laid down, but I still had to go to work. I waited for Micah to get home from his track meet (which he broke a school record in the 4x800 relay) and we went down to work together. I did a horrible job at work because I was having a really hard time standing up. I was vacuuming a room when my legs finally gave out from under me and I had to sit against a wall and admit defeat. I was really sick and I needed to rest. 

I cancelled all of my evening plans and just stayed home. We watched Real Steel as a family and I was pleasantly surprised at how good it was! Not only was it a really good story, but the special effects were pretty mind blowing. Those robots looked really real! Only problem with the movie was it was basically "Rocky" with robots. We started predicting what would happen next because the plot was so similar to Rocky.


So here I am now. Laying in bed, hoping that I get better quick. I can't go to work feeling like this. Temp jobs are pretty unforgiving and they have every right to be. It's basically, come to work and do your job the whole time or you're fired. How can they get away with this? If they let you go, they just take the next guy in line waiting. And there's always another guy waiting. So, I've got to get feeling better before I go tomorrow. Here's hoping.

AMS

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Fear and Courage

I'm Scared

We've all been here before.

The world is huge. I mean, 7 billion people can't cover all the planet huge. I'm just one single person, and the world is no respecter of persons.

And I'm scared.

Life has a tendency to throw curve balls when we least expect it; usually when life is going best is when we're dealt the worst. Things have been going very well for me lately. I mean, I've been happy, I've been excited for my mission, I've been having fun, things have generally been nice! But yesterday, I was pounded with every fear that could come to my head, and I began to panic. I didn't really tell anyone because I don't want to look like a wimp that can't handle life's afflictions. I was just at work doing my things when it hit me. I'm scared that I can't handle the next 3 months. I'm scared that I'm wasting my life away. I'm scared that I can't handle a mission, that I'm not fit for the calling. Sadly I know the source of my fears and I know that he doesn't really care how it affects me, he just wants to see me fail.

Well I'm not a quitter.

This is one of those moments where I have to decide if I'm going to shrink in the face of adversity, or if I'm going to stand my ground and fight. I choose to fight.
This is the medallion I carry with me in my back pocket. It shows the whole "Armour of God" that we should put on every day. I keep it with me to remind me that I've made a promise to myself and to my Heavenly Father that I will fight on his side and I won't turn my back on Him. So how do we fight when we're scared out of our minds? With courage. You may say that you can't have courage if you have fear. I think Mark Twain put it best:

"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear."

Yeah. Life's gonna scare you sometimes. You can't hide from fear. It's always there and running is useless. So what do we do? We turn around and face it. Everyone's heard FDR's famous quote "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself." I don't like the quote because of how true it is. Usually when we take a step back, we realize that what we fear is nothing we can't face. I am terrified of snakes, but once I'm up against one, I can actually stay pretty composed. I don't run away screaming, I hold my ground. That's what courage is; we don't run, we fight. Even when we face impossible odds, we have to look at the things we fear head on and hold our ground.

"When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson


AMS

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Return of the Warehouse

It's Baaaaacccckkkk......
So, once upon a time I'm driving in the car. I get a phone call from Spherion Staffing (sound familiar?) asking if I'd be interested in coming back to work at the JC Penny Warehouse for an indefinite period of time. The natural man inside me doesn't want to. So what does the genius within say?...

No thanks, I'm not interested.


Moron.

The moment I hung up the phone, I'd realized how much of a mistake I had just made. I began to panic about how stupid I had just been and how painful it would be when my father skinned me alive once he found out. But by the grace of our merciful Father in Heaven, Spherion accidentally called again. I pounced on the chance to work there again (even though I really don't want to) and now I find myself back at my favorite job.

Joy.

So I've somehow found myself working at the dumb warehouse again and guess what?? It is just as boring as the last time I was there. I worked today and I'm back there in 7 short hours, which is why I must be going to bed. So I'll give you a quick recap of yesterday since today consisted of the same work you've already heard me gripe and whine about like a 3 year old.

Yesterday, me and Mackenzie made dinner for my family after I went to one of her classes. It was really nice to go to class believe it or not. I loved being back in the classroom setting, it made me feel like there really is a purpose to my life and I'm not doomed to scrape the bottom of the occupation barrel for the rest of my life. We went back to my house and made chicken cordon bleu from a recipe found online. It turned out tasting really really good! I don't mind cooking to be honest, I just don't have the patience for it. 

  
So life continues to move forward. I'm just taking things one day at a time, and constantly getting my hopes up that I'll be let go from the warehouse again. I shouldn't do that because I really do need the money....but still. Anyways, I'm going to try and stay consistent in updating this, though you may get a lot of posts about price stickers...you have been warned.

AMS