Missionary Experiences

I wish to share some of my missionary experiences with you while I can still remember them. My first significant missionary experience happened before my mission. I turned nineteen on March 19, 1974 and after dinner my dad who was also my Bishop called me into his office (which was also my bedroom) and interviewed me and filled out my mission papers. About a week later I was intererviewed by the Stake President who then sent my paper onto Church Headquarters in Salt Lake City.

But nothing happened. I waited all April and May but nothing happened. My dad checked to make sure my papers did get to Salt Lake City and he told me that they did. Still nothing happened. I was getting quite worried and wondered if the Lord wanted me to serve a mission or not. Then one night I had a very vivid dream that I was on my mission. I remember the dusty dry rolling plains which seemed to go on for ever. I got up and wondered where I would be going. I thought it must be Texas because it was the only place I had ever been that was like my dream. But after the dream, even though I wasn't sure where I was going I knew I would be called and serve a mission and I didn't worry any more about it. The last day of classes right in the middle of my last physics class final exam, my parents came bursting into the room with my envelope from Salt Lake City with my mission papers. Right in front of all my classmates, friends and teachers and family, I opened up the envelope and discovered that I was called to the Mexico City, Mexico Mission.

Later on when I got to Mexico I took a trip from Mexico City to Queretero, Mexico and I resaw the same scenes from my Dream. It was eary, because I could remember my dream again and knew what was going to happen on the bus before it happened.

I hope you liked this thought. I will continue to share more in the future.

Dad