In addition to the motivation of my audience, today marks another special instance associated with quantitative values. As a brief introduction, upon arriving home from the mission field, I was reintroduced to pop culture- music particularly. One song I'd never heard before was 'Marry Me' by Jason Derulo, and the opening line made me do a double-take, which goes, "One hundred and five is the number that comes to my head when I think of all the years I wanna be with you." Ignoring the second half of the sentence, I think my jaw dropped 'til it hit asphalt. It's significant to me because, "One hundred and five is the number that comes to my head when I think of [the number of days I spent as a missionary]". What the random, right? Why'd you choose that number, Mr. Derulo, when average life expectancy is like 79? Well, that number popped up again today as the sum of the days I've been home. (Hence the nonsense title) One hundred and five. It's probably just a coincidence, right? Well my life has been full of too many coincidences to not draw suspicion. For example, not too long ago I was watching the video of me opening my mission call. And guess what? As I read aloud my call I guess I failed to see a two digit in the tens place because it came out, "It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of FOUR months," before catching my stumble. I served fifteen weeks. Another coincidence, maybe? Regardless, there's another point to plot on the regression line. "All things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things upon it… do witness that there is a Supreme Creator." (Alma 30:44)
Another observation that I've made on the home front regards how receptive and compassionate my family, friends, ward members, and essentially anyone who knows my name have been towards me. From the airport terminal 'til now I haven't seen nor felt anything but sympathy and solicitude for me. From plates of cookies to prayers and phone calls and everything else in between, there has been no room for doubt that Heavenly Father manifests His love through other people. In speaking with other missionaries, my perception has been that they think regularly about what others are thinking of them. This has been far from the case for me. It hasn't once crossed my mind that others are gossiping behind my back or speaking critically of me. And I don't get worked up wondering how often I'm the topic of disappointment in others minds. I wouldn't credit this feature to my cognitive reasoning capacity, but to every walking angel that God has placed in my path. And that's how my every prayer begins, with thanks for each one.
I don't intend to lament because of how blessed I am, but there is one theme that's been dominating my thinking which I think sharing would broaden understanding and tear down a lot of uninvited awkward walls. I think individuals' intentions are genuine but applications are unexplored when it comes to topic of conversation with people in circumstances unique to the norm. I'd assume that from the reciprocal side of my situation conversation is similar to talking to someone with a missing appendage. Okay. Maybe not. But that's as best as I could come up with. I'll bet it starts with that queasy, hesitant feeling when you recognize an anomaly, then proceeds to swift reasoning of how to approach what to say, and concludes nine times out of ten with avoidance of any discourse at all. Once again, I'm not frustrated with people but simply the unfamiliarity of how to respond in situations like this. I don't dare say to what extent of variety I represent, but for myself and most early returned missionaries, we want to talk about our experiences just like any other RM! We want to share our spiritual experiences, our takes on people & culture, what we did on p-days, how our companions were, what the members were like, and everything else top to bottom. I don't know about the others, but I even what to talk about my coming home early because that's the best part of the story. And to be denied to say even one word because of a fear of offending is heartbreaking. I served an honorable full-time mission, and I am not ashamed of it.
In connection with this idea is 'What next?' Man. I really wish people would ask me that question more often. I think the only people brave enough to venture into that uncertain territory have been my bishop/stake president and my parents. Why not? It's an equally important chapter in my story. If you were to ask me, I doubt I could give you a confident reply. Sure I've got my speculations. But at least I'd know that you care. Hence, because of the dearth of bravery, I'll write it out. My primary psychiatrist is employed by the missionary department and works with early returned missionaries. From him and other statistics, reported rates of missionaries medically released for mental health issues that return to the mission field are roughly 20%. The remaining 80% is composed of those whose service was complete in whatever duration of time they faithfully served and who are thus medically excused from further service. In which group do I stand? I don't know. A decision will be reached sometime come May. But it doesn't matter much because Heavenly Father is still in charge, and I've shown my willingness to rise to the call to serve. To what task will I rise next? Your guess is as good as mine. But there is Someone that knows and has known forever.
If anything, I have learned that "[God] shall consecrate thine afflictions for thy gain" (2 Nephi 2:2). With the prophet Lehi I testify that "All things have been done in the wisdom of him who knoweth all things" (2 Nephi 2:24). And finally, it is my witness that all things unfair will be made just through the Savior, Jesus Christ. It is my prayer that He will be as tenderhearted towards you as He has been me.
|Me and The Clan outside my new home|
|I just really like this picture. I think I look like Elder Calhoun (to an extent).|