2nd Mission Experience

The second significant mission experience happened to me also before I went to the mission home. Just two weeks before the mission, I was taking my Dad to work one morning. The way home was along a four-lane divided highway. I was coming up this highway and curving to the left when down the highway came a pickup truck with a camper on it. This truck was going awful fast and the next thing I knew was that the truck jumped over the concrete divider between the two oposing lanes of traffic and was coming right towards me head on. I didn't have time to do anything more than close my eyes and think well, spirit world here I come.

Well nothing happened. I opened my eyes up thinking what would the spirit world look like and I was still in my little car heading up the hill. The pickup truck was right behind me still on the wrong side of the road crusing down the hill.

I soon came home and my mother noticed I was all white and asked what happened. I told her and she said her prayers were answered. She was always praying for us kids.

To this day, I don't know how I missed hitting that truck head on and being killed. I feel the Lord wanted me to serve a mission in Mexico and not in the spirit world.

Dad

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

I love to read the Dictionary

I love to read the dictionary to learn the knowledge there;
Like the meaning of a Pictionary and other words so rare.
My word today is quoin; have you heard of it at all?
A quoin is a cornerstone that anchors a building wall

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