Missions are Fun

Preston Temple photo taken 21 Nov. 2010

A missionary is someone who leaves his or her home for a little while so others can have their families forever.

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Our Mission Scriptures

Our Mission Scriptures:

"Oh, that I were an angel, and could have the wish of mine heart . . . Yea, I would declare unto every soul, as with the voice of thunder, repentance and the plan of redemption, that they should repent and come unto our God, that there might not be more sorrow upon all the face of the earth." Alma 29:1-2 (Book of Mormon)

" . . . be ye steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord." 1 Corinthians 15:58 (Bible)

Saturday, January 8, 2011

A German Playing Spanish Pipes, A One-eyed Dog, and Moose What?

We went to the Newcastle Town Centre a couple days and heard afar off the sounds of pipes.  They drew us like a magnet to find this man standing in the cold trying to keep his reed warm enough to not squeak.  He said his reed didn't like the cold at all.  We asked about his instrument and he informed us he was from Germany playing Spanish pipes.  Notice the worn spot where his instrument rests?  I believe there is nothing (for us) that instills the longing to know our history than the sound of bagpipes, for some reason.  It must be in the genetic makeup.  Somewhere in our past, pipes were played at celebrations, at weddings, at funerals, and for all good reasons.  It is an effective sound that carries over hills and dales, reaching the ears and heart, with power to penetrate the very fiber of our beings to fill us with a mixture of melancholy, joy, and reflective meditation--whatever any given occasion demands.
Elder Blain always contributes to those with real talent.
Floating disembodied head!  One eyed, one tongue, flying purple people eater . . . this look was a bit disconcerting as he just sat there and stared at me while I visited someone needing encouragement.  I think he is blind and cannot hear, but this poor fellow seems happy, if he'd move so I know for sure that he is alive and not a statue. 
Robyn's Christmas present took three weeks to get here, but just in time for warmth.  I immediately decided she'd sent me mittens, ignoring the fact Elder Blain got socks (a clue).  Something looked strange when I put one on my hand.  I wondered why the mitten had been made out of a sock.  My brain was insisting it was a mitten for some reason, even when my dear husband told me they were socks.  Are the screws loosening in my brain or fallen out completely?  Duh, no thumb holes either.
All was sorted out within seconds and the cute "mittens" ended up where they belong--on my cold tootsies that are now very cozy and warm!

1 comment:

  1. You make me laugh so hard, glad they are keeping your tooties toasty :)