In the eighth and ninth months, 2015 A.D.
I'm really starting to feel the pull of the closeness of the
end of my mission, but I'm still focusing on it. My mind is here, and my heart
is here, but the impending close of my missionary life is becoming more of a
reality as the days wind down. I knew it was coming, but it's inching its way
into the forefront of my mind. I'm sure when I start extending baptismal dates
in December the time will begin to fly on wings of lightning. I am reminded of
my stay on Palawan, and how the last week flew by in an instant, and I was not
able to get half of the things done that I planned to do. The same thing might
happen again if I don't plan carefully. One thing I have learned from my
mission is the importance of planning; the further in advance the better.
Especially if it's something that is sure to happen. I know that I'll be going
home in 4 months, so it's only natural for me to start thinking about how I
ought to prepare for and plan for such a big event in my life. Some of my
investigators are already making such plans.
I am very grateful for all of the emails that I have
received and for the continuing love and support of each one of you. I will try
to return the favor over the years after I come back home.
* * * * * * * *
I was blessed to be able to go on MTC exchanges this week
and it was very successful. We spent the first hour doing the important, but
hard part of missionary work; OYMing. Our first few appointments fell through,
so we looked for people to teach, and then after putting Elder Kinikini (from
Fiji) through that I took him and his teacher, who kind enough to accompany us,
to the neighborhood of our progressing investigators. We taught 3 of them about
the Restoration, one of them hearing it for the second time, but all of them
insisting on being taught and eagerly anticipating our arrival. Elder Kinikini
struggled to explain the first vision in Tagalog, and the investigators helped
him and encouraged him to keep going. No criticism or mocking took place, and I
feel as though each of us were edified and rejoiced together in the testimony
of Fijian, and his Filipino teacher.
4 investigators and 4 kids came to church this week despite
our lack of diligence and time management and obedience. They are all
progressing towards baptism and I’m going to make sure that they understand the
gospel in such a way that they will never go less active, and they will be a
blessing to future missionaries.
1. Sister Cristina Dela Cruz - 24 yrs old - Say's we're the
people she was looking for. Is trying to raise 2 kids mostly by herself. Always
puts on a smile, even if it's a nervous smile.
-Her 2 kids - 3 and 7 yrs old - Love it when we visit. Used
to be shy, but now they're our friends.
2. Sister Elizabeth Dela Pena - 36 yrs old - Very
intelligent yet easy to teach. She remembers everything. She knows my birthday,
my going home date, my companion's birthday, other missionaries in the wards'
birthdays, my first name, my middle name, how many siblings I have, my Facebook
account (we're friends now), my height, and nearly all the mission rules.
-Her 2 kids - 7 and 13 yrs old
3. Sister Tracy Detros - 11 yrs old
-Her little sister, Collyn - 7 yrs old - I'll talk about
these last few next week.
* * * * * * * *
At this point in my mission, you wonderful people are one of
the only reasons I want to come back to America. I love my country, but I've
never felt so attached to a nation, as I do right now to the Philippines. I
won't miss the concrete roads, houses, bridges, and stairs, or the baklas but
I'll miss every sweet Filipino that ever invited us into their home, or gave me
bread, or soda, or rice to eat. The people of the Philippines that I have met
are a concentrated group of family loving, Christ centered people that I didn't
know existed. I will miss them, But to be with my family again I will leave
them.
Maybe I'm being a little over dramatic. My return flight was
scheduled well in advance, and I would be going back home in December no matter
how much I want to stay or how much I want to stay. I feel however that it's
interesting to note that in my mind and in my heart this has become a dilemma
at all.
20 months ago I could not have imagined that the thought of
not returning home for any reason would even enter my mind, but 20 months ago I
didn't have any idea what I was getting into. My heart is truly engaged in the
work, and I have left behind all personal affairs. In fact, in my day to day
life I rarely think about home. I know the months are going by and the time is
fast approaching when I will be reunited with my family, but I'm too busy to
think about that.
But I invite each one of you to stay with me for these last
few months, and don't forget about me. One of the few times in the day that I
think about you is when I kneel at night to pray. You have an important place
in my prayers, and my life, and in a few short months that importance will be
realized.
* * * * * * * *
I've been a missionary for a while now, and though I would
not wish for it to end, I know that it shall come to pass that I shall return
to the land of my fathers an hundred days after the time that ye shall receive
this email.
But despite all of that, I'm still very engaged in the work.
We're having a baptism on Saturday, and we're still teaching and working and
doing missionary things, and I still enjoy it. You might even say I love it.
I'll talk a lot about that baptism next week.
Keep up your hard work and don't worry too much about me. :)
I'm in a great place.
* * * * * * * *
Two days from now is transfer day and I was pretty sure my
companion would be transferred, and I was right. I'll get my new companion in
two days. But I will also be transferring, and for the first time in forever I
will be a district leader and I will have a stewardship. The ward I will be
assigned in is either Sampoloc or Manila YSA Ward.
I don't know the name of my companion yet, but I know that
he will also be part of my stewardship.
I've been a missionary for about 20 months and I had not yet
been assigned a leadership position other than senior companion. I thought I
would 'die' as a normal missionary doing normal missionary things. But now I
have a stewardship, and I already love and care about them. I can't wait to
teach them and guide them and work with them. I'm super excited actually. I
also thought this area would be my last, but I look forward to learning a new
area again and meeting hundreds of new people.
The Baptism of Sister Dela Pena and her son Darryl was the
first and only baptism I had in this area, but Cristina Dela Cruz (the
24-year-old on the left) has accepted a baptismal date in January after she
gets married to her boyfriend.
The baptism itself was a great success, not mentioning the
fact that the piano was out of order for the whole service, or that the service
itself started an hour late. It was stressful but it was wonderful. I'm going
to miss these people.
* * * * * * * *
Due to the burdens of being a District Leader I've seem to
run out of email time again. I've included for your viewing pleasure, my letter
to President Ostler this week. Hopefully this will give some insight into my
week.
I'm in charge of the missionary work in 2 wards. Sampaloc
and MYSA (or Manila Young Single Adult Ward) Also, the other 4 missionaries in
my district, other than my companion, Elder Coloma, are sister missionaries.
These are their names:
Sister Cantos - Philipina, speaks a lot of English, and has
1 transfer left in her mission.
Sister Tabayoyong - Philipina, speaks some English
Sister Langkilde - Samoan, speaks Samoan, English and
Tagalog almost fluently, and has 1 and ahalf transfers left in her mission.
Sister Jumaran - Philipina, brand new missionary being trained
by Sister Langkilde, speaks little English, and is quickly learning Tagalog,
her native language is Cebuano.
Next week we have a district meeting, so next next week I'll
send a picture of all of us.
Neither me or my companion have a camera.
Dear President,
I've been very blessed to have such wonderful missionaries
in my District. I'm very excited for these coming months.
Sister Tabayoyong was sick for 3 days this week so they were
unable to work as much as they wanted to. We brought food and water and
gatorade to them on Wednesday, because their kabahays weren't available yet, so
now I know where their apartment is.
Our entire district was low on OYMs this week. I was lacking
also. With very few OYMs on Monday and Tuesday, and Wednesday due to transfers,
and my own laziness and neglectfulness , we were left with 4 days to get all
the necessary OYMs. We got 18 as a companionship. Sunday was a very hard day
for missionary work. We studied for 30 minutes in the morning then went to our
first sacrament meeting. Between meetings we had lunch and Coordination with
MYSA. Then after the second sacrament meeting we had a Ward Council meeting we
were invited to attend. After that we went to our area, got rejected 2 times,
OYMed 2 people and had to return home to finish our studies, and follow-up and
report, and plan and eat and sleep..
This is one of the reasons why we need our apartment to be
closer to the church. I want to be able to proselyte for more that 30 minutes
on Sunday. It's a great day to teach and find students and families because
it's usually one of their days off.
Another reason why we need to move is so that we can be
closer to the sisters in my stewardship. In case of emergency it takes at least
20 minutes to get there, and there are no other missionaries nearby. On top of
that, we would really like to be closer to the church so that we can teach
there. Many of our lessons happen at the church, and it takes time and money to
get there every time..
I don't want to burden you with this, and the 'only girls'
thing in our current apartment doesn't seem like it's going to be a problem,
but we would still like for you to consider letting us move for the reasons
listed above. But we won't look for a house until we have your approval.
Thank you again for allowing me the privilege of being a
leader. I know I have been called, and I'm constantly endevouring to be chosen.
-Elder Southwick
* * * * * * * *
So little time. I have been writing in my journal very
diligently, and I promise that the stories of my mission are not going to be
lost, but please wait just a little bit longer to know them in full.
We have 2 baptisms this coming Saturday, and to you that
probably sounds like great news, and it is great news, but there were supposed
to be 3.. Sister Zaira, a 19-year-old college student, was ready to be
baptized, and she passed her interview last Saturday, but she was unable to
come to church yesterday, and that was the second time in a row, so according
to our mission rules, which I try very hard to follow, I had to tell her
through a text that we would have to delay her baptism. I really want her to be
baptized, and her member friend insists that she's ready, and she had
legitimate excuses for both absences; that's what made it the hardest.
Now she doesn't want to talk to us or come to church
anymore..
I'm not depressed, and I don't want any of you to be, but I
realized last night and today that people are fragile and the testimony of an
investigator is easily damaged, or destroyed. In this case, it was
unpreventable, and I feel that I made the right decision, but I remember times
when it was preventable, and it was my decision.
Let us all be kind, and tender to those whom we profess to
love and care about. In terms of our hearts, fragile and precious are perfect
synonyms. Let us not forget the things that are precious to us and how fragile
they are.
* * * * * * * *
I've never made more mistakes in any of my areas than I have
in this one. I'm sure that I'm a better missionary than I used to be, and I'm
constantly getting better at Tagalog, but the mistakes are deeper than that.
Some of them are.
As a leader I'm asked to make big decisions on a regular
basis, and I've never really been in a position like that before. I'm the one
in charge, (righteous dominion of course) and because of all the
responsibilities I feel somewhat pressured, and I make mistakes.
The biggest mistake was actually the subject of my last
email. Zaira was very ready to be baptized and before I got here she'd been
coming to church for at least 2 months, and with that in mind I had no reason
to delay her baptism, she had already come to church 4 times, she missed church
2 times, but only because of things that she had very little control over.
Zaira was very upset when I told she could not be baptized on the date we had
planned. On Monday night, after reviewing the Standards for Baptism, given to
us by our Area President, I texted her and told her that I was wrong, and that
she could be baptized.
For a while I was worried if she would still want to be
baptized, but I soon found out that she was indeed ready, and she forgave me
and quickly became excited again for her baptism. (She also shared this
experience in her testimony after her baptism; I was embarrassed by my mistake)
Also, an interesting phenomenon occurred with the baptismal
plans. Kelly, who ought to have been baptized, informed us that she was not
ready to be baptized yet because of a concern that we had no idea about. So my
email last week was not completely wrong. 2 of the 3 candidates were baptized.
I'm confident that Kelly can prepare herself and be baptized
in October.
The baptism was a success though. I was in tears for a part
of it. I didn't perform the baptisms myself, so I was able to just watch, and
it's amazing how such a short, simple, easy to administer ordinance can be so
powerful. I thought I felt a change in the atmosphere as soon as they stepped
in the water, and each 15 second ordinance filled my soul.
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