Theories

I'm sure Webster's Dictionary has some lengthy, dry definition for 'Theory', but I'm not much interested in it. For my objective something the level of a 4th grader will suffice. Don't cite me on it, but I'd define a theory as a plausible explanation for why things happen.

The first of my theories was really a miracle. Austin West, my high school hero, spoke in his home ward today, addressing the congregation in what was his missionary homecoming address. It's been just over a year now since he returned from Indiana and was honorably released as a full-time missionary. Austin and myself share similar circumstances. We share whatever composition of genetics, environment, and neuro-chemistry that constitute psychological ailment. I don't intend to compare any of his experiences to mine because I simply have hardly an idea of their nature, but the thought that I am not alone in seemingly unconquerable barriers is sweetly hopeful.

My first theory is that in any situation we are not the first to walk that path. Perhaps the road might not be lighted by a childhood friend, cross-country captain, and medically-released missionary, but without question there is always Someone. And because of that Someone, we are assured that we are never alone.

Next, almost one year prior, I was running on the American Fork High School's track. The Utah state cross-country championship crept into vision, and I wasn't about to let it out of sight without my fair chance of participation. Thousands of miles and four years of painful dedication amounted to one event of my senior year. I crossed the finish line ninth man on our team prior to region. The race following would determine which seven boys would represent our team at State.

The last workout before the Region 4 Championships was 600m repeats on the track. Toes touched the line and in a flurry of feet we were off. Rounding the first corner there was a stumble of three or four boys, and in an attempt to avoid collision my right ankle was wrenched from under me. Collapsing in pain my years of dreams were surrendered. There would be no likelihood of qualification with an ankle the size of cantaloupe. Though seeing no way to stand, immediately at my side stood Sam Everett and Connor Hoopes, and with their help I rose up. Years of wishing were devastated, but in hindsight, not without reason.

I could ramble about my theories for days, but as closure I believe that significant events don't happen without more significant purposes. Maybe my cross-country season was ruined. Maybe my mission was revised. Maybe there exists no parallel between the two. But maybe what awaits me is a grand future.

So theories or not, my fingers are crossed.

~Benson

Austin West- someone should write a book about this guy.

Pushing Pause

This entry is for my younger brothers, cousins, and anyone else who echoes the words, "I hope they call me on a mission!"

It isn't an inventory of excuses, a dialouge of drama, or a catalog of complaints. No, that's quite contrary to my objective.

I can't rewind time and stop a stumble, but I can show you what it's like to rise up and dust yourself off.

From the front rows of sunbeams my eyes sparkled with eagerness for suits, nametags, and all the magic that came with a foot-or-two. Bedtime stories were best from the mouth of a knight in shining armor who bravely battled in the kingdom of East Germany some many years before. Scout camps, piggy banks, and scripture stories all coached to one commission. Contrary to 1st grade addition, everything seemed to add up to the number 2.

Before I could blink, my arms were wrapped tightly around my precious mother and time swept me into fictional reality. Altered lyrics resonated the halls of the MTC as we sang, "We are now the Lord's missionaries to bring the world His truth."

And I lived happily-ever-after, right?

Well, no one said that happily-ever-after doesn't come without mountains to climb.

My mountain came in the shape of psychological illness. It wasn't something I chose, nor did it come as a consequence of disobedience. Instead it carries the
potential to shape me into something magnificent.

For the moment, I am home on Medical Release from my full-time service as a missionary. It isn't a conclusion to my call to serve, but rather a brief pause to a fairytale ending.

Maybe I can't change my tragedy. But I can embrace it.

Thank you family, friends, and otherwise teammates for your love, support, and prayers on my behalf.  
You are the greatest encouragement any missionary could ask for.

Love,

Benson

Family Forever

The Numbers Don't Matter But They Count

Dearest Family:

Thank you for your warm regards and for your prayers. It's funny that I can physiologically feel them. Quite the sensation as a missionary. I wouldn't dare estimate how many you say for me in a given day- I don't think my apartment would have the room to hold the tally marks. But I do appreciate them. I need them.

This week I was privileged to take part in my first baptismal service as a missionary. I won't disclose her name for reasons evident, but we call her Iba. She's been investigating the Church for almost 2 months now. My companion and I were blessed to teach her the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. To say she is golden would be like calling the Whitehouse a satisfactory residence. She is incredible! And such an unmatched strength to the Church in a country where the collective membership is fewer than there were in my former deacons quorom. Most missionaries would kill for the chance to share the gospel in a country where the number of missionaries can be counted on two hands. What a calling!

We also had the chance to watch a bit of General Conference on the other side of the world. Because of the 8 hours or so time exchange, it was a bit tough. But we, the missionaries, gathered in the home of the senior couple in Prishtina to view it. It was better than the super bowl. We had goodies and good company and mostly a good time. We only had time for the Priesthood and Sunday Morning sessions, but it was unmatched!

Missionary work is tough. It's very slow. Very demanding. But very rewarding. And in a place where Christ is needed most, it's very necessary. I am the tool in the hands of the Father. And He is doing something incredible here. To those who are discouraged, put yourself in His hands and watch Him do miracles. I love you and pray for your happiness. Keep in mind that it's always darkest before dawn. Wise words of a wise woman. Until then.

Love,

Elder Benson Gunther

Just a funny, common sight with local telephone poles.

The field IS white already to harvest!

We did a very allegorical service project for one of the members this week, harvesting corn.

Baptism number one for Elder Gunther. But it's more than just a number

General Conference Viewing Party- An LDS equivalent of the superbowl.

A Full Tithe

Dearest Family:

All is well. But please don't stop praying for me. Through struggle and discouragement I have found that your words in prayer have fully upheld me. As we near General Conference weekend, I've considered a bit the significance of what has transpired this past year. 12 months ago I would have never considered that I'd be anywhere so distant as I am now. Miracles happen. And they always will.

The motivation for the title today has somewhat to do with the monumental announcement made almost 365 days ago. Of course we all know what happened. But as of late I've considered its significance from an alternate perspective. My companion and I taught the law of tithing to one of our investigators this week. It was my first chance to teach such a principle. And it clicked that my mission is a full tithe. By the time I return home, exactly 10% of my life will have been devoted to the Lord. And mathematically this is only possible since the change of missionary age last October. 10%. No less. All to the selfless cause of God's work and glory.

So with that in mind, give thought to the meager one-of-ten that God seeks of young boys. It is no easy task. Neither was it intended to be. But how great is the sacrifice made possible as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It is the most noble of causes upon the earth. It's authority is above that of kings and presidents. It's influence more penetrative that any other power known to man. And I get to be a fraction of this great force.

So for those of you who are nearing the age of the draft, are you ready to suit up and fight for the cause of righteousness? Are you humble enough to pay a full tithe? 

I love you, and as your representative in this marvelous work I plead for the cause of happily-ever-after as God intended it to be. You are in my prayers. I love you. I love you enough to be away for the next 21 months. And one day I'll give you a big hug.

Love,

Elder Benson Ryan Gunther

In a local supermarket

More Macedonia

Alexander the Great- A Macedonian Hero

In the Macedonian Elders' Apartment

An exchange in Macedonia

Our Branch in Prishtina, Kosovo

A sight to see in the the town center, giving thanks to the nations that brought Kosovo freedom

Mama's boy

Dearest Family:

You don't realize how much you love your mom until you're half-way across the world with no one to hug. No one to kiss you good night. No one to wipe away your tears of disappointment. And every time she pops into your mind you wish you could see her for even a second. That's what it's like for me right now.

And then you remember there's only 21 short months left. Then you can hug and kiss your mom all you want. Then there's no distance to separate you again. And you smile. Offer a prayer of thanks that you're blessed with the world's greatest woman to call Mother. Pick yourself up. Realize the Priesthood's uniting power of sons and mothers everywhere for eternity. Open your mouth to share the message of forever families. 

Homesickness is a funny thing. It's really a longing for Mom that even the strongest of missionaries can't hide from. I didn't ever think myself to be the type. But here it is. 

Kosovo is a place where most people wouldn't imagine that sons and mothers can be together forever. I am saddened by the solemn looks about their face. If they only knew, how happy they'd be! So that's why I'm here. So that sadness can be chased away by the unbreakable bond of Mother and Son, Family forever. 

So Heidi Elisabeth, my dearest Mother, this one's for you. Your son is 5,000 miles away, missing you like crazy, so that boys and their moms can be like us, inseparable for eternity. 

I can hardly wait for the Salt Lake City Airport in July 2015. I'm such a mama's boy. I am going to run to her first. Give her the biggest hug. Tell her that I'll love her forever. 

Until we meet someday, dearest family, may God be with you. May he embrace you in the love of his gospel. You are truly my greatest happiness.

Love,

Benson 

Just eating some Kosovo traditional food. I think it's called a Dyner?

Elder Tanner and I outside our apartment building. 

Our fabulous apartment- in the living room.

Our bathroom complete with an actual shower with actually warm water.

The humble abode of our bedroom.

The roads of Prishtina and some bakery food.

This is Kosovo. This is my home until at least January.

The Roller Coaster Ride of a Mission

Dearest Family:

The Church is true. I think I've said those four words over and over in my head this week to save me from apostasy. Okay, maybe it's not that extreme. But the oppression I receive as a missionary is unprecedented. From a half credible statistic that I've heard quite often a time, the population of Kosovo is upwards of 97% Muslim. I don't doubt that figure one bit. But certainly don't cite me on it.

This has been the biggest concern weighing on my work this past week. The work in Kosovo is probably some of the hardest in the world. People here are rooted with their gaze toward Mecca. They deny any possibility that Jesus was the Christ, the Begotten Son of God. Any alleged interest people exert towards our faith or role as missionaries is feigned with the intent of contention. On the boulevard, the kind minority calmly walks away with a polite, "I'm not interested" while the rest yell and argue for Muhammed, Allah, and their beloved Quran. I try to reflect love notwithstanding their traditions or beliefs. And I sincerely try to express my acceptance for Muslims. But their assumptions tell them otherwise.

Please excuse the drama with which I amplified my description. The people really are quite considerate. There exist only those few who you fear for your life. But ultimately I'm on Christ's team, and the trending disbelief of his nature has no power to change that. I couldn't feel more proud to wear the name of Christ than after a one sided hate fest that ends in greater love and concern on my side and furthered fire on the reverse.

In less intense, less disappointing news, I am in an active war zone. That was quite the oxymoron, wasn't it? Fear not, the war is raging between the Kosovars and the Serbs far in the north. I am in worriless safety, especially considering the love that Kosovars have for Americans. Mom, I am fine. If you are worried, you can contact President Ford, and he will reaffirm this.

Work as a missionary is always exhausting, always rewarding, always eternal. That's why I do it. I wouldn't have it anyother way.

By way of word to those who plan to serve missions, I have a piece of counsel. Before you leave you had better figure out why you are going and what to expect. I say this because every day thus far I've been tempted to quit. Surrender. Give up. Go home. But that doesn't go without saying that the spirit has an unimaginable presence that pierces my heart and convinces me that I am a member of the greatest service that can be rendered.

I wish you could see the unstoppable smile on my face. In the face of doubt, discouragement, and endless disbelief, I am happier than most would think possible. I'm proud to be a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. For that I will not apologize.

I love you all so very much. And I mean it. Though you are far, you are ever in my heart. I pray for you by name. It's only a short eternity until we meet again.

Love,

Your Brother, Son, Cousin, Nephew, Granchild, Friend, and otherwise Comrade in Christ, Elder Benson Ryan Gunther.

PS: As a side note, excuse the assumptious and otherwise pessimistic tone I adopted in this week's letter. It's really much safer, happier, and more relaxed than I played it as being.

Prishtina Elders lunching. That's how we do.

Prishtina Boulevard on a typical night.

Elder Gunther and one of very few members in Kosovo. His name is Besim. In the Church building.

P-day today we did some spelunking. All within mission standards, of course.

My trainer, Elder Tanner, and Myself in the caves. 

We had a light snack after our trip to the caves.And you thought Costco Pizza was big?

My journey EAST... Albania...then Kosovo

LAST VIEW OF MY HOME SWEET HOME. 10,000 FEET ABOVE. 

FINAL GOODBYES WITH FORMER COMPANION, ELDER RICHARDS. PROPS TO THAT MAN. HE IS A STELLAR MISSIONARY.

ICH BIN EIN BERLINER. OOPS. I STOPPED IN MUNCHEN. SCRATCH THAT.

OF COURSE I BOUGHT SOME RITTER SPORT IN ITS HOMELAND.

DEAR FAMILY:

TO BEGIN, EXCUSE THE ALL CAPS. I'M IN SOME GHETTO INTERNET CAFE IN KOSOVO, AND HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO DISABLE THE FUNCTION. AND SECOND, YES, I DID SAY KOSOVO. I WAS THE ONE MISSIONARY OF FOURTEEN WHO WAS FAVORED FROM ABOVE AND ASSIGNED TO THE CAPITAL OF KOSOVO, PRISHTINA. IT IS INCREDIBLE HERE. THE PEOPLE ARE NUMBER ONE. THE CITY IS NUMBER ONE. THE FOOD IS NUMBER ONE. THE LANGUAGE IS CERTAINLY NOT NUMBER ONE. 

THE KOSOVAR DIALECT IS ESSENTIALLY A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE. LITERALLY. 'IT AIN'T THE LANGUAGE THEY TAUGHT ME IN THE MTC!' AND I CAN TRUTHFULLY SAY THAT. ALBANIAN CONSISTS OF TWO BRANCHES OF LANGUAGE, AND THEY ARE FAR DISTANT FROM ONE ANOTHER. REALLY SEPARATE AND INDEPENDENT. SO I AM RELEARNING EVERY GRAMMAR PRINCIPLE AND SENTENCE STRUCTURE THAT I WAS TAUGHT IN THE MTC. IT'S CALLED GHEG. AND IT'S WHAT THEY USE IN THE NORTH HERE IN KOSOVO. YIKES. I WILL UNDOUBTEDLY NEED THE AID OF THE GIFT OF TONGUES. IT'S QUITE COMICAL, REALLY: ALL THE PEOPLE HERE UNDERSTAND THE BRANCH OF ALBANIAN THAT I KNOW, THOSK, SO THEY UNDERSTAND EVERY WORD I SAY. BUT THEN THEY SAY SOMETHING BACK IN THEIR THICK NORTHERN INSANITY, AND I STARE BLANKLY BACK. EDHE NJE HERA? (ONE MORE TIME?- PROBABLY THREE OF FOUR TIMES)

WELL, I TRAVELED IN SAFETY ALL THE WAY FROM PROVO. I HAD THE CHANCE TO TOUCH DOWN IN GERMANY FOR A QUICK LAYOVER AND WAS REFRESHED THAT FOUR YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL GERMAN HAS ABANDONED MY MIND. I'VE GOT QUITE A FEW FUNNY STORIES THAT DESERVE SHARING, BUT WILL PROBABLY HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER THE MISSION.

THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK TO BE COMPARABLE WITH MY EXPERIENCE AS 'FRINGO FARE' (NEW MISSIONARY) IS SOME DREAM I HAD SOMETIME AGO ABOUT FLYING ALLIGATORS AND PINK BEARS. IT'S QUITE DUMBFOUNDING, AND IN THE END I'M IN THE SAME BOAT AS EVERY OTHER MISSIONARY TO SERVE.

WELL, DEAREST FAMILY, LIFE IS WELL IN KOSOVO. I'M LIKE AN 8 YEAR OLD AT OXFORD. FOR NOW, MY BEST EFFORTS COLLECT TO HALF SMILES AND SHY WAVES. I REALLY AM TRYING AS A REPRESENTATIVE OF JESUS CHRIST. I'M DOING MY BEST. BUT MY BEST ISN'T A WHOLE LOT. I'M GLAD THAT GOD DOESN'T EXPECT A LOT MORE THAN THAT.

 I could already write a biography of what's happened here. I have so many funny stories that I'll share when the time comes, or when I have the time.

Well, dearest family, a great work is afoot. And I have the chance to be a part of it. Even now as a missionary I can tell the missionaries that got ready before their missions and the ones who didn't. It's time to start getting ready. Read your scriptures every day. Love eachother. Learn to be friends and talk with people. I'm sure glad that I did these things.

I LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS I LOVE MY KOSOVAR BROTHERS AND SISTERS. A LOT. 10 WONDERFUL WEEKS DOWN. THAT'S NEARING 10 PERCENT.

LOVE,

YOUR KOSOVAR REPRESENTATIVE, ELDER BENSON RYAN GUNTHER

OUR GROUP OF 14 OVERLOOKING TIRANA.

THE TYPICAL TIRANA SCENE: IT REALLY IS THE MEXICO OF EUROPE, IN TERMS OF SOCIAL CLASS.

FIRST SIGHTS: TIRANA, ALBANIA.

LIKELY THE WORLDS SMALLEST COMMERCIAL AIRPORT. TIRANA INTERNATIONAL. CAPITOL OF ALBANIA.

PRISHTINA, CAPITOL OF KOSOVO, AS SEEN FROM MY BACK PORCH. HOW GORGEOUS IS THAT, RIGHT? THAT'S MY VIEW UNTIL AT LEAST JANUARY, NEXT TRANSFER.

SAME SCENCE. DIFFERENT CAMERA FUNCTION- PANORAMA. EXCUSE THE QUALITY IF IT SEEMS A BIT FUZZY.

THE EQUIVALENT OF THE SACRED GROVE IN KOSOVO.

ME AND MY 'DAD' (MY TRAINER)- ELDER TANNER. HE AND I ARE VERY MUCH ALIKE- BOTH AVID RUNNERS AND STUDENTS OF SCIENCE. WE ACTUALLY DID AN 8 MILER THIS MORNING THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS OF KOSOVO.
TODAY MARKS TWO YEARS SINCE KOSOVO HAS BEEN OPENED FOR MISSIONARY WORK. WE VISITED THE DEDICATORY SIGHT (AS PICTURED IN THE BACKGROUND) AND READ ELDER RUSSELL M. NELSON'S DEDICATORY PRAYER.

                         OVERLOOKING PRISHTINA ON P-DAY.

OF ALL THE NATIONS UPON THE FACE OF THE EARTH, I HAVE THE CHANCE TO SHARE THE GOSPEL WITH ONE THAT NEEDS IT MOST. DESOLATED BY WAR, DENIED FREEDOM, AND SUPPRESSED BY EVIL, THERE COULD BE NO OTHER PEOPLE MORE IN NEED OF THE GOSPEL OF JESUS CHRIST.

THE SERBIA-KOSOVO WAR LEFT BEHIND THOUSANDS OF UN-DETONATED LAND MINES. SO SOME TIMES I'VE GOT TO WATCH MY STEP. 

WATCH OUT KOSOVO. HIGH VOLTAGE IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. Gospel plus Spirit hints something significant coming your way.

Flight Scheduled for Albania!

The Official Flight Schedule: SLC, Washington DC, Munich Germany, Tirana Albania. Leaving Tuesday morning for the Airport @ 4:30. Flight leaves 8:30. I'll be in the sky for a little over 18 hours.

Well, Albania, though 5,000 miles away, is no farther than just around the corner. 9 weeks has passed awfully quickly. Whoever made the statement "Time flies when you're having fun" must not have understood the life of a Mormon missionary. Because time F.L.I.E.S. when you are serving the Lord full-time. Even that is an understatement. 

In other news, I finished my consecration week today. Straight Albanian 7 days in a row. It was probably the most helpful catalyst in my learning of the language. I'm still far from comfortable in speaking or carrying out conversation, but let me tell you, it is coming FAST.

Well, I love you more than my time, which is about to expire, presently allows me to tell you. I wish you only the best of success in school and whatever pursuits you may choose. T minus 22 months and counting.

Love,

Elder Benson Ryan Gunther

 Evening snacks make for good naps.

          Probably the worlds most holy leaf-bug. It's on the Lord's campus.

The concluding picture of companions Elder Braden Richards and Elder Benson Gunther. Props to Elder Richards. He is a first-rate missionary.

   Another picture with me pointing at a map. I know it's cliche, but it's just what's got to be done when you're a missionary. 'Nuf said.

 Us and the bus. The preferred (only) mode of transportation at the MTC.

   I love to see the Temple. But I'd love even more to see a Temple in Albania.