When I was a missionary, I spent five months with an elder who was a quarter Cherokee and who grew up on the reservation in North Carolina. We were going from house to house and knocking doors near Occidental College, and as we approached the porch of a small yellow house, my companion froze. “HoldContinue reading “Quoth the Raven: Fear Me Forevermore”
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Departure Day
At Salt Lake City International airport this week, and it was departure day for a big batch of missionaries leaving the missionary training center and heading to all parts of the world. I was in line with about twenty of them at Cafe Rio. I texted Lauren: when did we start sending twelve-year-olds on missions?Continue reading “Departure Day”
Turn the Other Cheek
Elder Duncan rides a purple girl bike. The Schwinn he brought into the mission was stolen by El Monte Flores a year ago, and he salvaged a girl mountain bike from a church member who let him take it for free. The young man still has the Schwinn he brought to the field; he’s beenContinue reading “Turn the Other Cheek”
His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 