Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Say's Story

We are in the Tacoma East zone of the WA-TAC mission. To our left (I guess that would be west-ish) is the other half of our stake, the Tacoma West zone. West-er of that is Lakewood zone. And then Wester and a little South-er of that is Lacey zone. As Cambodians, we're allowed anywhere where we have a referral. But our main teaching area is the two Tacoma zones and the Lakewood zone. Anywhere outside of that we can go, but we just have to get permission from our mission president first. 
In our zone is the Allenmore ward, which is the Samoan ward for the whole mission (and beyond). They kinda have similar rules as us, except their ward has been running for many years and so they already have active members in every area that they would visit. We're generally pretty tight with Allenmore, because they are in the most similar situation to ours (because they have no boundaries, and can only teach those who are Samoan, instead of teaching anyone who lives in their particular ward area). One of the Elders who served in Allenmore got transferred to Lacey, and his first day there, he met some guy at a bus stop and started talking to him. The guy didn't speak English (this is very common), but because he was friends with us, the Elder knew to ask him if he was Cambodian. The guy said yes, the Elder asked if he'd be interested in learning about Jesus Christ, the guy said yes again, the Elder got the guy's address and told him Cambodian speaking missionaries would come to his door. In case you didn't catch on, that guy was Say, and we were those Cambodian speaking missionaries.
Never before had we gotten a referral in the Lacey zone, because the only missionaries who give us referrals are ones who served near us and know to look out for Cambodians. Lacey zone is out of our usual tracting area, so every time we went to teach Say, we had to call our president and get permission first. The first time we met Say, we told him we probably only would be able to come teach him once every 2 weeks or so. He was fine with that, eagerly accepted a Book of Mormon, and prayed with us at the end of that visit. We called him a week and a half later to set up a second appointment, and he asked if he could go to church. We started calling around to all the wards in Lacey to figure out whose boundaries he lived in, and we found that there was a less active recent convert young Cambodian mother who'd been baptized a year before in the Lacey 1st ward. So we talked to the Elders there, they arranged a ride for Say, and we sat next to him and translated the meeting during 2 hours of church. That first Sunday was in the beginning of January. He wore a tie and button up shirt his very first time in a church, and then came every week since until the day he was confirmed, which was more than 2 months later. He even went to both sessions of stake conference, wearing a suit. 
Our first lesson with him was in a Jack-in-the-Box close to his house. Then we introduced him to the less active woman in the ward, Sawine, and with her permission, started holding weekly lessons at her house. Every Saturday we'd drive 35 minutes to her house, teach Say a lesson, give him a pamphlet to read on his own later, and leave him with a commitment. Every Sunday he came to church with a plastic bag holding the Book of Mormon and bible we'd given him, as well as every pamphlet we'd ever left with him. The bishop of the Lacey 1st ward tried to set up his ipad to the gospel principles book for Say to use, but the App didn't have Cambodian as a language option. By the next Sunday, the bishop had ordered 3 Cambodian gospel principle  books, one for Say, one for Sawine, and one to keep in the library. Then Say started bringing his gospel principles book every Sunday too.
When we told him about the word of wisdom, Say said he'd need at least 4 months to quit smoking and drinking coffee. He got a priesthood blessing in church on Sunday and was completely off both only 5 days later. He'd been free of both a week and a day when he was baptized on the 1st of March.


I have a testimony that Say was able to be baptized because he wanted to follow God so badly and had the faith necessary to keep every commitment we threw at him. We accidentally taught him that the law of chastity meant he wasn't allowed to create children, and he even agreed to that. Sawine quickly asked us what the heck we were talking about (while her 3 children ran around the room), and once she understood what we were trying to say, explained to him that once he was married it was perfectly fine for him to create children if he so chose. That's just funny because we're bad at Cambodian. But the point is, Say was willing to do it. No matter what we asked, even if it was ridiculous and incorrect, he was willing to follow because he knew that this is God's true church on the earth, and so whatever he needed to give up to follow God, he would do it. Say is one of the most prepared, amazing, inspiring people I've ever met. I feel so blessed to have been entrusted with teaching him. And so awestruck at the love that God has for each of us individually, that he knew to send an Elder all the way to Lacey so that he could see Say at a bus stop and send us the referral.


I've been in the WA-TAC 41 weeks, and the church is true here too!
-Sister McQuivey

More photos from the mission blog:



Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A Historic First

March 4, 2014
On Saturday, the first Cambodian-called missionaries in this mission in 10 years had a baptism; the first Cambodian baptism since the Washington Asian branch dissolved 10 years ago. 

We're also the first ever Cambodian-called Sister missionaries in the WA-TAC, in the entire state of Washington, and in the USA. All other Cambodian speaking missions in the US only have Elders.


The entire baptism service was in Cambodian: all the talks, songs, and prayers. The only things that were in English were the baptism itself, the conducting of the service, and the testimonies from members.

Our mission president came to the baptism and took some pictures with us and Say (our recent convert) so expect those to end up on the blog within the next week. It was a pretty moving service, very powerful to see so many Cambodians drive an hour to come to a stranger's baptism just so that they could support him and show him that there are others in the church that speak his language. Say lives in Lacey, which is out of our zone and our area. It's about a 35 minute drive on the freeway (that is if I'm driving. It's 45 minutes if Sister Dunster's driving, and 25 if Sister Walker's driving). It takes a lot of time to drive there and back every Sunday for church, as well as our lessons which are usually on Saturdays. Most Sundays we are up by 6:30, leave the house a by 8, stay for 3 hours of church in the Lacey 1st ward from 9-12 (where Say attends), drive back to Tacoma, go directly to 3 hours of church the the Mountainview Ward from 1-4, come home and change  Say knows hardly any English, so when we're not there to translate for him at church, he just sits and listens to the speakers and doesn't understand anything, but feels the spirit and tries to teach himself out of the scriptures. 

Look Who Came To My Baptism on Saturday?

Look Who Came to My Baptism on Saturday?



It's the Easters! (Former members of the Weston 2nd ward). They say Sydney's on his mission in Mexico, Rowan's finishing up school and getting ready to serve a mission, and Alex is in high school

Gluten and Casein Sensitivity


3/4/2014
I think it's going to be near impossible to go gluten-free and casein-free on my mission. We rely so much on member meals and I can't expect them to cook according to my specifications. Also I dropped about 25 bucks yesterday at the local gluten free store because I'm really trying hard this month to reduce my gluten to see if it makes a difference. But I can't afford gluten free, it's so expensive and as I'm finding out, most of it's really gross too. 
My companions are mutinying because I made a chicken pot pie that tasted like a sandcastle. They said, "I hate you so much right now. Like I'm sorry but I didn't realize how much your diagnosis would affect me, and all the food we eat now is disgusting and it's making it difficult for me to be your companion." 
I'm miserable.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Looking for Recruits for My Support Group 2/25/2014

Guys. Something has happened. 

It's true what they say, that a diagnosis really changes your perspective on life.
You start recognizing what's really important, living life to the fullest, appreciating the little things.
The past 5 days I've been trying to adjust to my new life, knowing what I know now.
It all started Friday when I got the call that changed everything. 
I now join the millions who suffer from the 3rd most prominent killer of women in the US, after heart disease and cancer. Yes, I'm afraid it's true. I have indeed been diagnosed with..slight gluten sensitivity.
I know, it's been hard for me to reconcile in my own mind. I've spent a lot of time crying out, "why me?" and erupting into fits of tears and anguish. Usually this occurs in the middle of the night, and awakes both my companions. They've taken to throwing things at me.
I've decided to turn this debilitating illness into a positive- that is, to use my struggles to help others. Which is why I'm now forming a support group for those who have serious conditions that affect their everyday lives. So far it consists of a sister who has a mild peanut allergy, our less active Son Him who is 70 and has diabetes, and the guy who is sitting next to me at the library today who I'm pretty sure has at least 3 different STDs. We're going to meet together over some gluten-free, peanut-free, sugar-free snacks and discuss our difficulties and just in general complain about how inconvenient our lives are. If you know anyone who might be interested in joining my support group, please forward them my information. But make sure their problems are legit enough. Some clown with carpel tunnel tried to weasel their way into my group and I had to veto it, because I didn't want them to interrupt the serious discussion with, "yeah, it hurts sometimes when I type", and we'd all just get silent and then have to be like, get out.
I've lately taken to blaming all my problems on my slight gluten sensitivity. IE yesterday at a lesson when the Yiay (grandma) said she didn't understand anything I'd just tried to say, I responded with, "Khnom ot aac nyam gluten" (I negator can eat gluten) and she seemed to understand that somehow and didn't question me for the rest of the lesson. As result of this, my companions have started their own support group for "People who have to put up with McQuivey". It seems to be growing rather quickly.

I've been in the WA-TAC 39 weeks, I have a slight gluten sensitivity, and the church is true here too!

-McQuivey, inc.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Drop the Book of Mormon...That stick will gather by the thousands

...we know the house of Israel will be the outcome. -Kid Zion
  
Family! Friends! Acquaintances!
Every year in this mission, we do our own March Madness tournament that involves weekly optional assignments (such as read chapters 2 and 8 of PMG, complete the activities on page 18 and 22 and send them in, complete the activity on 152 including writing the answers to your questions, memorize 5 one liners from chapters 2 or 8 and submit those). Every week we get a new list of assignments that have to be completed and sent in by the next week. Those who participate will get a spot in the bracket, and at the end of the tournament, the zone with the most participation gets a p-day activity of their choice fully funded by the weavers (last year the activity was laser tag for the whole zone). Obviously anything related to competition is right up my alley. We are so all over this. We made a list of the Elders in the zone with the greatest likelihood of dropping the ball and check on them regularly to make sure they're completing their assignments in a timely manner.
Last week for a portion of our assignment, we did a study on humility. Then we lived the study of humility by checking some referrals. The definition of humbled? Knocking on a Cambodian's door, speaking Cambodian to them when they open the door, and being rejected because, "sorry, no speak English". We are humbled daily when we recognize that our language ability is so poor, native Cambodian people can't even tell that we're trying to speak Cambodian. Doesn't happen at every door, but when it does, it always makes me laugh.

We participated in a musical fireside this past week, dress-code black and white. The purpose of them is to invite investigators, less-actives, members, pretty much anyone and everyone to attend. There's a variety of musical numbers by those in the mission that have talent, there's some large group numbers for the rest of us, and it's all interspersed with testimonies about Jesus Christ and the powerful role He can play in our lives. It's a great opportunity to introduce investigators to what the spirit feels like, because it's there in great force during the whole meeting. As a member, feeling the spirit so strongly makes you become involved in missionary work. And as a missionary, the whole experience makes you want to be more diligent, more obedient, and more worthy of the spirit in your work. Warm and fuzzy overall. We love firesides!

Okay so I only got this picture off the mission blog, but it's probably the least attractive thing I've ever seen so obviously I had to make sure none of you missed it. In case you forget what I look like, that's me glaring casually on the bottom right corner. I recommend you edit it down so its just a picture of the 3 of us companions, and display it in some prominent location in the house. It's pretty representative of an average day in the life of JMcQuivs, Sister Missionary. There's actually a way cute one of us a little further down in the same blog post, but I don't feel the same need to share that one. Look it up if you so choose.

Hopefully next week, I'll be writing about our on-date investigator (meaning he's accepted an invitation to be baptized and is working towards a specific date to do so) named Say. He's probably one of the most amazing people I've had the privilege of teaching, and I feel so blessed to be one of the three to introduce him to the gospel.

I've been in the WA-TAC 38 weeks, and the church is true here too!

-Sister Quivs


And here are some more photos from the mission blog:
 Now this is a cute one!
 Not from the fireside--from interviews or zone conference or something else.
 The whole fireside group!
I wonder if Janessa saw this photo of herself?  I think this is a pretty funny one too!


Thursday, February 13, 2014

Lalalala, lalalala, comp unity!

Greetings frogs and toads,
Transfers happened...we stay together for the 3rd transfer in a row. Which we are delighted about! We're a good team and are finally seeing efforts of our work pay off in small ways here and there, and it would be sad to be split up now when we have someone on date for baptism in the next fewish weeks, because spliting up would mean only a few of us would get to keep teaching him and see him all the way to baptism. We know this is probably our last one together, then next transfer Sister Noun (my trainer, Cambodian but called English speaking) will likely come in, and the following transfer, Noun will go back English speaking when Sister Loy, our #4, comes in from the mtc! We don't know yet who will train her, so I could either be a mom again, or more likely, I'll be a grandma (if one of my girls trains her). We're determined to make this transfer count. We've got 3 prospective people who could reasonably be baptized in the next 6 weeks, and we're going to do everything in our power (as well as pray mightily for the help of God's power) to make it happen. We're also working a lot with less-actives, and hoping we can see some of those return to church in the next transfer so we can get a branch started.

  Companions that plank together...are good companions. We're actually all sick (we've gone through 5 boxes of tissues in a few days) so this wasn't planking so much as just lying down in our graves and waiting for some merciful stranger to come bury us and thereby put us out of our misery.

 The first attached picture is called some Elders in our zone lost a bet, so they had to each draw a picture of one of us. It's a good thing they're solid missionaries, because art certainly isn't their strong-suit. So on the left is the before and after of me, in the middle is a portrait of Walker, and on the right is an interesting interpretation of Dunst.








The second attached picture is last week at district meeting, when we decided to put together all the patterns we have in our closets to create the most excellent outfits possible. Dunst is in all polka-dots, Walker is rockin' the stripes, and I'm looking quite distinguished in animal prints.


I've been in the WA-TAC 37 weeks, and the church is true here too!

-Sister McQuivey