One of the many impressive and beautiful bridges that we cross in our travels. It reminds me of a cathedral. I'm sure my photo doesn't do it justice.
We fell in love with this houseboat parked by the side of someone's home. Had to take a picture!
I wish I knew the name of this lake and this old volcano, but I don't. I only know that the view was especially breathtaking on this particular day.
This week was fairly light as we had our zone conferences (that we usually hold this week) two weeks earlier to accommodate the visiting general authority. We were happy to have two of our sons – Tommy & Ryan and their families here for Thanksgiving. We also finished up transfer assignments and I made leadership calls.
All of our missionaries had one or more meals with a ward family on Thanksgiving. They followed tradition of past years, which I am now questioning, of playing in the various ward turkey bowls throughout the mission.These football games are, in theory, “non-contact.” Based on the pulled hamstrings, sprained ankles and other injuries that occurred, I am rethinking what the events for the day should be. Anyway, I am so grateful for how the members treat these great missionaries.
The kids left for home on Saturday and we left to drive to Coquille – about 2.5 hours away. We attended a baptism Saturday night and then stayed the night at Bishop’s Hladky’s home. He had invited us to speak in the ward on Sunday and overnight in Coquille. It was a pleasure to be able to do that. After we spoke in Coquille we also attended sacrament meeting in North Bend and visited with the Elders there.
On Saturday night, after the baptism and dinner with the Elders and the Hladkys, I went teaching with the Elders to a single sister and her four children. We were scheduled to teach the 3rd discussion and I was to teach on enduring to the end. When we got there the 2 boys ~ 11 and 13 or so weren’t there as they were watching the “Civil War” (the football game between Oregon State and UofO) at the house of Pastor Lee. We really had a good discussion and the woman and her daughters had read from the Book of Mormon and had a very good understanding. When we were almost done – I had even taught my part - the boys arrived home along with Pastor Lee and his wife. Pastor Lee is a man in his 40s or 50s who has tattoos on his arm and was wearing biker apparel - as was his wife. He had on a cap that said “Bikers for Christ.” We exchanged pleasantries but it was still just a bit uncomfortable. She committed to come to church again and to hear Mom and me talk the next day, but sadly she didn’t make it. I really feel bad when someone I know doesn’t come and I get a better understanding of how the missionaries feel when their investigators don’t come.
Other than the normal routine of reading a lot of great letters from the missionaries that pretty well sums up our week. This coming week we will look forward to welcoming in new missionaries and sadly sending some missionaries home as well.
All of our missionaries had one or more meals with a ward family on Thanksgiving. They followed tradition of past years, which I am now questioning, of playing in the various ward turkey bowls throughout the mission.These football games are, in theory, “non-contact.” Based on the pulled hamstrings, sprained ankles and other injuries that occurred, I am rethinking what the events for the day should be. Anyway, I am so grateful for how the members treat these great missionaries.
The kids left for home on Saturday and we left to drive to Coquille – about 2.5 hours away. We attended a baptism Saturday night and then stayed the night at Bishop’s Hladky’s home. He had invited us to speak in the ward on Sunday and overnight in Coquille. It was a pleasure to be able to do that. After we spoke in Coquille we also attended sacrament meeting in North Bend and visited with the Elders there.
On Saturday night, after the baptism and dinner with the Elders and the Hladkys, I went teaching with the Elders to a single sister and her four children. We were scheduled to teach the 3rd discussion and I was to teach on enduring to the end. When we got there the 2 boys ~ 11 and 13 or so weren’t there as they were watching the “Civil War” (the football game between Oregon State and UofO) at the house of Pastor Lee. We really had a good discussion and the woman and her daughters had read from the Book of Mormon and had a very good understanding. When we were almost done – I had even taught my part - the boys arrived home along with Pastor Lee and his wife. Pastor Lee is a man in his 40s or 50s who has tattoos on his arm and was wearing biker apparel - as was his wife. He had on a cap that said “Bikers for Christ.” We exchanged pleasantries but it was still just a bit uncomfortable. She committed to come to church again and to hear Mom and me talk the next day, but sadly she didn’t make it. I really feel bad when someone I know doesn’t come and I get a better understanding of how the missionaries feel when their investigators don’t come.
Other than the normal routine of reading a lot of great letters from the missionaries that pretty well sums up our week. This coming week we will look forward to welcoming in new missionaries and sadly sending some missionaries home as well.
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