Monday, July 15, 2013

A Christmas Miracle 7/15/2013

We've been working with the Relief Society presidents and Bishops in every ward to get lists of the members who used to be in the Cambodian branch but are now in regular family wards (at least according to the records, because none of them are active). We drive around checking up on any names they give us- a lot of people have moved, many others have gone back to Buddhism, but out of 25 names or so we'll usually find one or two who will let us come back and visit them. It was about 8:45 one night, and our curfew being 9, we only had time to check on one more name. We prayed about it and I felt like we should go back to a name we'd already tried to visit but found that the address as listed didn't exist anymore. So we plugged the address in to the GPS, went where it took us (which was a parking lot) and parked and started walking down the street. I really don't even know how this happened (well, I do, it's called a miracle) but we found the right house. They weren't interested.

BUT it's not over- because living in the same building as those people was this inactive Cambodian woman in her 50s. She used to be a relief society president back in Cambodia, and went to church once here when she moved to the US 6 years ago. But the meetings were in English and she couldn't understand a lick of it so she hasn't been back since. Enter McQuiv, the Cambodian speaker for the entire WA-TAC mission- and this woman agreed to come to church Sunday! She showed us her room which has pictures of Christ and her Cambodian scriptures (well marked-up). She was also excited to show us her collection of pictures and toys of "prophets" in her room, which I had to explain to her were actually all someone named Santa Claus (much to her confusion). I'm pretty sure she thought they were all bible prophets (Noah, Moses, Abraham) because of the long white beards. 

Anyway, so Relief Society president (hereafter to be referred to as RSP) came to church yesterday and was so happy to have someone who can translate the meetings for her. She held my hand the entire time. She asked me to introduce her to the bishop and to tell her how she can pay tithing here. She hasn't been to church in 6 years and her first Sunday back to wants to make sure she pays tithing! What a testimony. So she's awesome and between the miracle that allowed us to find her and the fact that she's got a whole room of Santa/Moses dolls, I'm declaring it a Christmas Miracle.

A Sister Walker just accepted the call to serve Cambodian speaking in the WA-TAC. She's supposed to be here in November. So granted that I'm able to have enough Cambodian success between now and November to necessitate a Cambodian mission here, she will be coming and I will train her. Which means we will be working full time Cambodian! (as opposed to about half English half Cambo, on account of my companion doesn't speak  Cambodian). That definitely puts the pressure on for the next few months, because if there isn't enough work ready to occupy full-time Cambodian missionaries, they won't send any (she'll get reassigned).

I've been in the WA-TAC 7 weeks, and the church is true here too (both in Cambodian and in English)!

-Sister McQuivey

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A Baptism Story July 8, 2013

Evidence that miracles really do happen: 
I make my bed everyday. 

So once upon a time on a park day (1 day every month when we're only allowed to walk even if we have a car), we were on our way to an apartment complex we wanted to knock, but decided on the way to just knock a few houses. In one of the last ones, we met a Cambodian grandmother who as it turns out is an inactive member of the church (as is pretty much every Cambodian we run into here). She told us she wasn't interested in coming back, she was too busy for church, etc. But we left her with a Cambodian Book of Mormon with our names and numbers written on the inside and bore our testimonies about the spirit she'd feel if she'd read it. Then we left. We'd been walking for maybe 20 mins when we got a call from this woman's granddaughter. She had just gotten home from school, seen the Book of Mormon, and immediately called us and asked us to come over. She's 8 years old and can't read Cambodian, so she didn't even know what the book was. But when we walked back to her house, she was hugging the book and wanted to know if she could have one in English. Her grandmother gave us complete permission to teach her and for her to come to church, because she wants her grandchildren to be raised in a church environment. So we started teaching her right away. 
We got her a children's picture Book of Mormon and gave her little reading assignments in between each lesson. We did our best to make sure there was someone from her primary class there with us in every lesson. It was so neat to see these little girls get all dressed up in their Sunday best and bring their scriptures and say an opening prayer in every lesson. They were so excited to be asked to help teach Angelina, and now she has friends she looks forward to seeing every Sunday. When she came to church her first Sunday, she surprised us by announcing, "hey, I've been here before!" She then proceeded to tell us about this friend who used to take her to church and one time she saw someone wearing white clothes get dunked under the water and come up again, and could we tell her what that was all about? We had a picture flip-book and showed her how Jesus was baptized that same way, and read with her about how baptism cleanses our sins and helps us follow the example of Jesus. She asked us, when can I do that? She was baptized yesterday at 4pm after church. Her whole family came to the baptism, and told us afterwards that they would come to church to support her on the Sundays they aren't working. 

Don't you just love it when the gospel absolutely changes peoples lives?

On a side-note, I have been assigned a new companion for next transfer, and she moves in starting tomorrow! She speaks English, of course, but that's totally fine by me. She's been out as long as I have, so we'll be follow-up training each other. I'm super excited to be the senior companion because I've been with my trainer long enough to know what works and what doesn't (what doesn't work: waiting until the day of the baptism to arrange everything for the baptism). I'm determined to kinda be the chain-breaker in all of the less-awesome missionary stereotypes in this area and earn the trust of the ward by showing them our willingness to work hard under their direction. 

I've been in Mountainview ward, Tacoma, Washington for 6 weeks (a full transfer!) and the church is definitely true here too.
-Sister McQuiv

P.S. write me letters I'm lonely
1204 73rd st. #34

Tacoma, WA 98404

Monday, July 1, 2013

Sua sdei--or hey!

My job, technically, is to only work with Cambodians. But because I'm the first Cambodian missionary in this area in a long time, no one came before me to keep records of where the Cambodians live and if they speak English or have ever heard of the church or anything. We meet up with Elders in each area, look through their area book for Cambodian-looking names, and ask them where would be the best places for us to tract (go knocking door to door) based on what they know of that area. We check up on old names, people who were baptized in the 80s and haven't been to church since the Cambodian branch was dissolved 10 years ago. And then the rest of the time, we're praying to know where to go, and knocking on doors.

I've come up with a formula for identifying Cambodian houses, at least in the state of Washington. Here it is, for your use:
1. Look for shoes -Cambodians all leave shoes outside the front door
2. Look for a quadrillion cars in the driveway - Cambodians all live like 4 generations in a house. Most people who come to the door are Grandparents or children, because the parents are at work. But the parents siblings and their spouses will live with them too
3. Look for Cambodian flags - everyone here is proud of their heritage, and so many cars have tiny flags in them that say American Samoa, Cambodia, Thailand, etc. The Cambodian ones are triangles with a temple in the center and yellow fringe around the outside. They're very distinct and easy to spot from a distance
4. Look for crazy gardens - Cambodians have the most absurd gardens. Everyone in Tacoma is wild on roses, but Cambodians will grow their own lemongrass, sesame seed, bamboo, Aloe Vera. Even in apartments where they don't have a lawn to plant in, they'll have 30 potted plants on the porch and in the house. They also have fake plants next to real ones, like a random fake flower planted in the dirt next to an herb. I don't understand it, but I love it.
5. Look for Buddhist shrines - even members of the church have them, because usually someone in the house is a practicing Buddhist. For a lot of the Cambodians here, it's just a way to hold on to their cultural roots, but they don't really care about the religious aspect of it so much.
6. Look for carpets- I don't know why, but they'll have like layers and layers of rugs. Like the floor will already be carpeted, and they'll put a rug on top of it, and then there will be more carpets overlapping each other covering the entire floor. So everywhere you step is triple-carpeted. 

I've been in Tacoma 5 weeks, and the church is true here too!

-Sister McQuiv

Tacoma: My Beloved Ghetto Home (June 24th 2013)

Tacoma is wicked diverse- probably less than half the people we encounter speak English, and for almost everyone, English isn't their first language. There's a little bit of everything here, but the biggest represented populations are the following (in order):
-Spanish
-Cambodian
-Samoan (there's a Samoan branch here)
-Vietnamese
-Russian
-Laos
-Thai
-Ukrainian
-Filipino
-Korean
-Native American
-Marshallese
We've learned door approaches in several languages, but we never know enough to be able to communicate, and even if we can and they say they're interested in learning more, we don't have anyone who can teach them (the exceptions being Spanish, because there's probably 12 missionaries for those, and Cambodian, because there's 1 me). Case in point: we found this deaf woman who is very enthusiastic about learning about Christ. She's in her late 20s/early 30s and has the most beautiful family. I took 1 semester of sign at BYU so I'm able to communicate okay, but it's slow and we end up writing back and forth on a sheet of paper a lot. I wish so bad I knew more or someone out here knew enough to be able to teach her!
Where we spend most of our time is in the ghetto, because that's where the Cambodians live, and we run into a good number of Spanish too. So I'm teaching my companion Spanish, which is hilarious considering I don't speak any Spanish. But I'm pretty fluent in like Dora-level language, meaning if you have a map and a backpack and need directions to a castle, I'm your girl. We were required to take it in elementary school and then we've got all these American TV shows that sneakily teach us things. Plus I'm proficient at the card game Uno, so I've got my numbers down pat. So I can count and name all the colors and ask if they go to iglesia or have heard of Libro de Mormon or want Missionaros to come to their casa.. This amazes my companion and she's always asking me how to say different things, because in Cambodia the language they study in school (if they go to school) is usually Chinese.

My companion is the definition of too-cool-for-school. This last week she showed me her scars and was like, "this one is from a gang fight, this one was in a motorcycle race, this was a knife wound". She sold her motorcycle to come on a mission and she knows everything about cars. She worked with the military for like 2 years before she came out here and lived in the jungles with them. She joined a gang when she was 11 and was somehow was able to leave it even though it's like a 'you're in for life' thing. She walks with the utmost swag and always wears sunglasses. She regularly describes herself as, "yeah, I'm pretty chill".

I had my first baptism this past week on Friday. I've been here teaching him since his very first lesson, so it's cool that my first baptism is someone that I've taught, instead of just someone my companion taught. His name is Aaron and he's 54 years old. My companion and her trainer tracted into his wife back in March, and she was baptized a few weeks later. But he wouldn't have anything to do with the church or the missionaries and wouldn't attend her baptism. After she was baptized, the missionaries were back over helping her with yard work and setting up a TV stand in their house, and Aaron just kind of hovered and asked all kinds of questions about the church and why on earth his wife was so happy all of a sudden and why she'd changed so much and how could he be that happy too? They answered his questions and told him, you know, you can be happy too. Aaron said he didn't think he could be a Mormon because he was a redneck. My companion was like, no problem! We've got tons of those in our ward, you'll fit right in.
 My first week we got a text from the wife, Toni, and she said he wanted to start learning with the missionaries. It took him only 4 weeks to get totally off cigarettes, coffee, and beer, and he was baptized on Friday and confirmed (meaning he received the gift of the holy ghost) on Sunday at church. When I first met him he had a huge beard and shoulder length hair, and over the weeks he shaved and cut his hair and even wore a button down (jean) shirt on Sunday! We didn't ask him to do any of those things, but as he was learning about Jesus Christ and changing on the inside, he started to want to change on the outside too. 

I've been in Tacoma 4 weeks, and the church is true here too!

-Sister McQuivey

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

How to Write to Me

Janessa prefers mailed letters rather than email since she only gets 1 hour on Mondays to read all of her mail and respond:

Sister Janessa McQuivey
1204 73rd st. #34
Tacoma, WA 98404

and for packages: 
Washington Tacoma Mission
4007 Bridgeport Way West Suite D

University Place, WA 98466

Week 3 in Tacoma--Quick Updates from the Land of the Free..

Week 3 in Tacoma--Quick Updates from the Land of the Free..
...And by 'free' of course I mean that marijuana is legal in the state of Washington. 1/8 people we contact is out of their mind high. Also sometimes during a lesson someone will just start rolling their own. It's an adventure every day!

Other notes about Tacoma:
Everyone has dogs. Most people have 3-5, and they are often big and bite. But just as often, they're tiny little pooches like the kind Paris Hilton might carry in a purse. No matter the size, everyone has big signs that read "Beware of Dog". So that warning kind of means nothing now, because it might mean you're up against a small bear, or that fido is the size of your big toe.

Everyone has roses. We were teaching the 10 commandments to an investigator the other day, and his main concerns were about not coveting - because he really liked the rose bush of the guy down the street, and not stealing- because he is regularly tempted to dig up said rose bush and replant it in his own yard.

That's about all I've got time for because we're going to have a zone lunch right about now.

The church is true here too!

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Two weeks in Tacoma

June 13, 2013
Hello Tiny Family,

I’m sorry I didn’t send out an email this week. I’m still learning how to manage my internet time; every week our Mission President sends us assignments and so between those and reading emails, my time is usually gone. If you could encourage people to print out their things and mail them to me, that would be awesome. But I’ll try to see what I can do to manage my internet time better.
I realize I neglected to mention about a kadrillion things in last week’s email. First of all, I got a referral on my flight over here. It was a teensy, 2 hour flight but I still got a referral. I was super excited about it, especially because the group I was flying over with was rather immature (kneeling backwards in their seats talking to those sitting behind them, cheering whenever they announced snacks, standing up and yelling up the aisles, taking flash pictures of everyone on the plane, talking and singing at the top of their lungs). I understand that they were excited, and with a group of 30, all that excitement was amplified. But overall it probably wasn’t the best display of a quiet dignified group of missionaries. Regardless, I started up a conversation with the woman next to me. She had just come from dropping her daughter off at a rehab center in Salt Lake and was on a connecting flight back to home in Alaska, where she’d left four young kids with their grandma and was worried about them. I suggested we say a prayer for their safety, and then after the prayer I taught her a little bit about the plan of salvation as well as how to pray. I asked her if she’d like to have missionaries in Anchorage come and teacher her more and she said Yes! I wrote down her information and brought it to the mission office when I got here.
I love the concept of never being off the clock. On p-day (preparation) this past Monday we tried to find a Cambodian restaurant, but ended up in a Vietnamese place. I asked the waiter how to say things like “Do you believe in God?” “Do you go to church?” “Can you read in Vietnamese?” “Have you ever heard of the Book of Mormon?” etc. and then explained to him why I needed to know how to say those things by sneakily teaching a first discussion. I left him with a restoration pamphlet, a Mormon.org card with our names, number, and church address, and a Vietnamese Book of Mormon. Hooray, the Church is true in Vietnamese too.

Thanks so much for the package you sent. I taped everything into my journal minus the cake mix and frosting which were put to use immediately. I gave my companion one of the party blower things which she adores and keeps in the car at all times just in case. Her parents aren’t members; she doesn’t even know her dad and her mom doesn’t support her going on a mission so she doesn’t get much mail. She is: ¼ Chinese, ¼ Vietnamese, and ½ Cambodian. This is her first time in the states.

The members here take good care of us. There’s a family with chickens that gives us fresh eggs every week. There’s another family that lets us do our laundry at their house and using their washer and dryer rather than going to a laundromat which saves us about 10 bucks a week each. The Relief Society President gave us pillows and blankets because we had neither and regularly checks up on us to see if we have food in our fridge. There’s an Elderly man in the Stake who sometimes takes us out to buy groceries and he’ll give us 100 to spend on food, detergent, and toilet paper. There’s a man in the ward who owns a bakery and at the end of each month he gives us first pick of the bread, bagels and cakes he has leftover. People randomly buy us cereal, paper towels, and snacks. And people force money on us occasionally. The last Elders in this ward were lazy, disobedient, flirtatious and ended up getting sent home for some law of chastity stuff. They had an emergency transfer and switched them out for sisters which were Sister Noun (my companion) and her trainer. Sister Noun said it took a long time for missionaries to gain the trust of the members. But once they saw how hard working and dedicated the sisters were they warmed up and they've been welcoming us ever since.
Do you read the mission blog? I think our mission president is pretty good about updating it with pictures and things.

This mission has a lot of traditions. Everyone is required to attend the transfer meetings, whether they’re being transferred or not. We have specific songs we sing, and we have a mission theme: Faith is the power, love is the motive, obedience is the price, the spirit is the key, the restoration is the message, members are the means, Christ is the reason, baptism is the way, joy is the reward.
We do conference calls every Sunday to report our numbers, share miracles that have happened and hear a message from President and Sister Weaver. We get weekly homework assignments that we have to complete and mail into President by Saturday. We have one day a month called “park day” where we can’t use our cars at all, and we walk to all our appointments and talk to everybody we see on the streets. Every day of the week we do “5-7’s”, which means as a companionship we pray over where to tract and then knock doors from 5 until 7 every evening. This is how we find the majority of baptism and (reportedly) we’re the 2nd highest baptizing mission after Provo.

There are 13,000 Cambodians living in our mission boundaries. Most of them were baptized in the 80’s and are now inactive and attend Buddhist temples that have services in Cambodian. They said if we get enough Cambodians to church they’ll consider opening a branch. But none of the Cambodians want to come because there isn't a branch. There is a Samoan and Spanish Branch in our stake and we tract into a ton of Samoans and Hispanics. Which is a bummer because they get so excited to hear we have a branch in their language and want to learn more about the gospel, but we can’t teach them, so we have to hand them off to the Spanish Elders or Samoan Elders. I didn’t realize what a privilege it was in Boston to be able to teach everyone we encountered. Here we make a lot a referrals, and receive a lot of referrals. The Spanish Elders are our friends. The areas where they are high Hispanic populations there are also high Cambodian populations. So we work pretty closely with them, giving them streets to tract and getting a referral from them pretty much daily.

I’ve been in Tacoma 2 weeks, and the church is true here too.

Sister McQuivey