Not So "Picture Perfect" Post

Last week it was potato salad; this week cupcakes with sprinkles on top of buttery frosting.  Don't kids like cupcakes?  The three children of one family enjoyed them but the other cancelled three times.  The Elders got the cupcakes.  After two Family Home Evenings and dinner with the Elders at our one single sister's home, she failed to make it to church 3 weeks in a row, even with reminder calls.  She has sought out the church, welcomes our visits and calls and yet the ability to consistently make the gospel an integral part of her life eludes her.  Our bishop painted a picture that made me laugh:  where is the hammer so I can go hit myself with it again.  He is a very realistic yet compassionate man .  Our other single sister is being threatened with eviction, has been on the streets before and acts like she wants to return.  Old habits are hard to break.  Not only do we feel for these good sisters but for their young children who are growing up without gospel teachings and living.  We all know what a difference a good dose of Primary would make in their innocent lives.

     

  This is a land of cultural diversity.  This tower sits on a corner of University Avenue, a main east west artery.  Not pictured is the tattoo parlor also within the building.  This avenue along with the parallel El Cajon Boulevard house more tattoo, smoke, vape and liquor shops in a 3 mile length than it seems possible for the public to support.   Not only is the area diverse as to culture but is also just south of the San Diego State University campus.  Perhaps those two populations converging explains the multiplicity of such commerce.
     


Pictured here is a Laotian Temple we discovered yesterday set among a neighborhood of single family homes.  The parking area was full of families gathered with their meals under E-Z-Ups conversing as their leader spoke.  The surrounding neighbors would have all been able to "enjoy" the sermon if they chose; if they understood Laotian.

Speaking of temples, we attended an endowment session Friday, mostly filled with young missionaries from the neighboring Carlsbad Mission; a needed refreshment and a wonderful reminder of eternal truths we are working to help others appreciate. 

                              

                              There is an old saying, "All work and no 

 

play makes Johnny a dull boy" so we also take a little time to laugh about life here and to enjoy different activities.
      After teaching a discussion Saturday morning about our pre-mortal experiences and the governance of law to a fine young man who has not attended church for about 6 months,  we attended a performance of the" Commandants Own" Marine Drum and Bugle Corp and the Silent Drill Platoon.  They are headquartered in Washington, D.C.  That experience came because our downstairs neighbors are missionaries assigned to work at the Marine Corps Recruiting Depot.  They interface with the new corpsmen as they go through 12 weeks of basic training and coordinate with the leaders at Camp Pendleton (thing Steve and Cindy Lang) where the young men go after basic training.  This last year they had 52 young men baptized during that basic training time.  Besides a wonderful musical and precision presentation we watched those raw recruits going through drills on the adjacent field.  The Lawsons say that you can tell the new from the old just by the strong, fit muscles they have developed by the time they leave.  They begin in tennis shoes and end in combat boots.

 




After our trip to the MCRD we all attended the St. Patrick's Day party held in the club house here in our RV park, put on by the management.  Once a month they sponsor a party with generous food for all who live here.  Bruce and I were able to enjoy a wonderful visit with our night managers who have lived here 8 years.  They are the "salt of the earth" and would do anything to help a person in need.

 Although the picture is poor, Ben and Sue are sitting to the right of Bruce.  The clubhouse was full of friendly neighbors.  As I've said before, we feel like we are living in a campground atmosphere.  People just naturally say hi and treat you like an old friend.  Freeway noise aside,  this is a "nice place to live".

       Just two more pictures.  Sunday we brought a real life investigator to church and she stayed for the entire 3 hours because she wanted to attend the meeting with the sisters.  The Relief Society is preparing to sing in Sacrament meeting next week and she rehearsed with us.  Here's hoping she sings with us next Sunday.  Our Relief Society president asked if I would direct the women.  I asked if she knew I could do it.  She replied, "You play the piano."  It was a fun experience.  The music continues as pictured below.

 

This is rehearsal for the Stake Mission Fireside held monthly with testimonies, videos and musical presentations.  Very effective.  I am at the organ because I volunteered to President Schmitt that "Called to Serve" and "I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go", sung as processional and recessional numbers, might be more effectively sung with organ accompaniment.  However, in April I won't be at the organ anymore; I will be directing the missionary choir which rehearses just before the fireside.  In fact, I will be responsible for all the music at these firesides.  Any ideas - send them my way QUICK!
   
Missions are interesting with ups and downs just like real life.  We personally go up and down a lot as we traverse San Diego.  Just to prove we aren't kidding about the hills check out the yellow sign in the picture below.  The picture of the road doesn't do the grade justice.

Life can be like those hills.  Sometimes we go down very steep hills into deep gorges where the way out seems almost impossible to find.  But there is always a road out.  The gospel of Jesus Christ, that strait and narrow path with the iron rod right beside us is always there.  We just have to lay hold and stay on the path.  Follow the Word.

As our former drug dealer commented about her former drug dealer husband:  "He went through his rehabilitation and prison time extra fast because 'he stayed right on the road.'"  She gets it!