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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Todo, we're not in Kansas anymore

Dear friends and family,

I have arrived safely!  I had a few missionary adventures in the airport, including a freshmen in college looking guy with an accent who asked me if I was LDS in the security line.  The answer was of course yes, and turns out he had just stayed a year with a Mormon family in Idaho and was flying back to Spain to be with his family.  Cool stuff.  About 3 TSA agents also asked me all about where I was going, and said they had family on missions etc.  I met up with a cool Sister named Sister Bishop in Dulles and then we flew to Detroit (that airport is AWESOME) and then got on the 19 hour flight to Tokyo.  The lady next to me was flying to the Philippines to visit her family, and the girl on my other side was going to the Philippines to help at an orphanage for 4 weeks.  I ended up helping the Filipina lady go to the bathroom because she was feeling dizzy.  I think that the elderly are given a great deal of respect over here from what I can tell, and I really like that.

When we got off our flight, however, we were supposed to exchange our money and then meet up with people who would tell us what to do.  We went to the spot we were supposed to, and waited  for about 35 minutes, but no one showed.  Worried something was wrong, there actually ended up being two Church members on the flight who walked by and we asked if we could use their cell phone to call the people who were supposed to pick us up.  We did eventually get ahold of them, and about ten minutes later the driver showed up to pick us up.  He seemed confused that we were there, almost like he wasn't expecting us or something.  We then went over with a large group of missionaries who had just shown up; all of them were from Mongolia (two sets of Sisters and maybe 3 sets of Elders.)  They were very nice, and spoke really good English although the girls were quiet and the guys more outspoken.  Mongolian is a very beautiful language to hear them speak it.

We then drove to the hotel, and by the time all was said and done it was 2 am.  We walked into our rooms and there were already 6 girls in there sharing 3 beds.  So... we ended up sleeping 3 and 3.  I HAD to take a shower once I got back, I felt super gross after those long flights and so much sweating from the heat (and stressing we wouldn't be picked up/had been forgotten.)  Currently, I'm running on about 2 or 3 hours of sleep since we woke up at 4:30 this morning to pack and eat breakfast.  There was a monkey in the main hotel yard, chained up.  We took pictures, but I don't want to send those today.  

As I went about finding ways to serve people, my nametag made me feel a little bit like a cross between a super star and a super hero.  It certainly calls attention to me, but I also have a lot of responsibilities now as I'm representing the Church.  It's amazing though, and I am SO happy to be here!  It feels great because this is just what I need to be doing, and where I should be at this time.

Driving through Manila is crazy.  It's crazy here.  SO MANY PEOPLE.  But I love it.  I knew as soon as I stepped out of the airport that I was in for a whole new experience.  I'll tell you all more about it later.

For now, 
Nagamamahal,
Sister Larsen

Sunday, May 19, 2013

This Is It! (Mission Field Address Included)

Whelp, everyone, this is it!  I'll be in the Philippines MTC for six weeks (still no address for that yet - once I get over there I'll have my mom let you all know.)  Starting Wednesday, people can also email me (those of you that have my email address) and I'll do my best to get back to ya.  Missionaries only have time to write once a week and it's pretty limited, but I'll do my best to get back to everyone and anyone who writes me at least once a week.  My address after I get out of the MTC after six weeks is as follows:

Sister Marinda Flannery Larsen
Philippines Manila Mission
PO Box 1997
Makati Central PO, Makati City
1200 Metro Manila
Philippines

I am so thankful for this opportunity to serve as a missionary and I know I'll come to love the people of the Philippines.  I hope everyone continues to progress and find more and more happiness while I am gone.  You all are great and I want to keep in touch with anyone who can find the time!

After this all posts on this blog will be emails I sent to my mom, and she will put them up on the site.  Thanks for everything you all have done on me throughout the years!


Bye!

Nagmamahal (with love,)
Sister Marinda Larsen

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Eight Days Until Legitimacy (Bonus: Music Videos and an Opossum)



Nine days until I leave (next Wednesday, the 22nd) - five until I'm set apart as a missionary (this Sunday) - I have my itinerary and missionary tag now, which I received in the mail!




It really is down to the "Final Countdown" now... not to mention this song is amazing.  As is their hair. This song kind of encapsulates a small part of how I feel right now about my mission - I hope to be able to teach,speak Tagalog, etc. as well as that one guy can shred on the guitar.

I've been getting a lot of stuff in order (naturally, with the help of my ever ready mother) and the packing has begun.  The flight itinerary has me a little nervous, because this is the shakedown:

From Dulles
To Detroit
To Nagoya, Japan
To Manila

Total time in the air (I believe this is excluding one couple hour layover) = 23 hours.


So yeah... pretty exciting, but a lot of flying.  It's good that we'll get there on Thursday and they're giving us a day to recover and try and reset our sleep schedules before we actually start missionary classes and training at the Missionary Training Center in Manila on Friday.  

I recently learned how to say the equivalent of "Good morning" and "Good night" in Tagalog - Magandang umaga and magandang hapon respectively.  I know a smattering of other words (including the most important one - pusa, or cat) but hopefully my ability to learn the language increases as I'm immersed in it.

I just got super distracted by my cat trying to attack something through the screen - I looked out and it was an adorable baby opossum walking right outside our back door.  It opened its mouth and looked pretty mad about that, but didn't play dead.  I'll be straight, I think opossums are super cute, especially the babies.  Maybe it's just my fascination with small furry things, but I'll miss opossums in the Philippines - over there, it will be actual cat sized rats (no joke.)  Here's a baby opossum, and you can judge for yourself if they're cute or not.  Off topic, but relevant to my interests. 

 

On the bright side, they do have adorable little tarsiers over there, as seen below.


I believe that's all the extremely relevant (and not so relevant) news I have.  The closer the time to leave gets, I feel less nervous and more excited to serve the people of the Philippines I am.  It's certainly going to be a huge change in my life, but I know that as I trust in the Lord I'll be able to overcome the challenges I will face as a missionary.  

I will post up my address in the MTC and mission field on Facebook (and on here) this Friday or Saturday.  I do hope that people will write me letters while I'm gone!  I hope that as I leave this blog to the hands of my mom to update with emails I'll be sending home on my mission, that they will serve to entertain you somewhat and inspire you moreso.  

And finally - just in case you all thought that going on a mission is going to make me a "square" automatically, I wanted to share this last parting thought.  Although I've been listening to pretty much exclusively Mo-Tab and soft music in prep for my mission, I was notified that my favorite band, Family Force 5, recently came out with a new music video and song.  They're "Christian Southern Crunk Rock" so you won't find any cussing or inappropriate stuff in there - just awesome beats and having fun with dancing and chainsaws.  When you've heard me refer to the term "krumping" as my favorite dance form, that's what they're doing in this video when they look a little bit like they're having seizures standing up.


And with that - Kailangan ko nang umalis (I have to go!) I hope your week involves only as many dancing chainsaw weilding lumberjacks as you want it to.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Perhaps the Greater Your Age, the Greater Your Appreciation

I remember last summer, a year ago, when I was so very excited for my 21st birthday. It would mean I was old enough to serve a full time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. At the time, Sister missionaries were only allowed to serve beginning at the age of 21. I started my mission papers last summer, eagerly looking forward to taking care of everything I needed to before Christmas so I could submit my papers then.  And then the announcement came - young men could serve missions at 18 and young women at 19 (previously the ages had been 19 for men, 21 for women.)  At first I was elated.  I could leave even earlier on my mission!  However, since I had already signed up for my housing contract, I ended up having to stay for winter semester anyway.  In the end, this was good, because I learned a lot this semester and grew a great deal (with the help of my friends and my mission preparation class at BYU.)  The more I thought about the age change, the more I wondered how it would change my mission experience.  Sisters would be younger now, which will create a different dynamic than when all the women serving together were above 21.  In some ways, I'll be the "last of a generation" of Sisters who serve at the older age (although there will always be some who serve later on than the beginning 19 year old age.)  Initially, I was, in part, a little bit disappointed.  Going on a mission as a female used to be somewhat more rare, as you had to make it to the age of 21 and still be unmarried and in a position to serve and have that desire.  With the sudden rush of girls wanting to serve, I was concerned that many wouldn't be serving for the right reasons, or would be immature, etc.,  and that to a certain extent it might "tarnish" the reputation of Sister missionaries. That wasn't the right way to look at it, but it was, in part, a semi-valid concern of mine that has been refuted by many of my 19 year old girl friends who are serving or preparing to serve missions now - and very capably doing so, as well.

                             
  Some 21 year old Sister missionaries            Some 19 year old Sister missionaries


Different ages, same purpose - which starts with their righteous desire to serve God's children

And then I thought about it some more.  This was opening up an opportunity for many Sisters who wouldn't have had the chance to serve otherwise, because of schooling, etc.  Just because I was fortunate enough to have been in a position at the age of 21 to serve doesn't mean that many other girls who would like to serve could have.  This was one other way of giving people options, and Heavenly Father is always willing to work with us to reach our goals and desires, if they are righteous.  The mission age lowering was an answer to many prayers, and I was not so stubborn in my way of thought to not see that.  Whether the women serving were 19, 21, or 28, if they served with the right purpose and their only reason and desire to serve was to share the Gospel that had made them so happy - well, there is nothing but good in that.

A small word of caution, though.  I am very excited for the opportunity I have to serve a mission, and there are very clearly many blessings both for myself and others that will come from it.  However, I have seen in some instances that people are very disappointed when they aren't called somewhere "exciting" on their missions, and are going "Stateside" or somewhere familiar to them.  The purpose of missionary work is the same no matter where you are.  To share the Gospel.  A mission is not a time for "travel opportunities" or simply just because someone feels like a change in life, or just doesn't want to be doing what they're doing anymore.  A mission is not an escape from problems or boredom, but is very, very hard work. There will be little to no time to play the part of a tourist on a mission, if a missionary is doing what they're supposed to.  And because of this - where you are called does not matter.  You will be performing the same work no matter where you are.  Yes, I personally was called to an "exciting" mission or what have you, but I can honestly say that I would have been more than happy serving in the States.  There are advantages and disadvantages to any place you may serve your mission, but ultimately your goals and purpose are exactly the same no matter where you go - to serve the people, and preach the Gospel.  

Missionaries proselyting

A mission is a huge commitment.  I would encourage anyone who feels ready for service to consider it, consider their options, and prayerfully ponder that decision.  If you receive your call and feel disappointed - pray about it.  Those mission calls are inspired and prompted by God.  If you are curious about how the mission call process works, here is the talk for you.  

I hope that all missionaries serving, and especially Sisters, prepare well for their calls and are ready and willing to see the Lord's hand in their lives through the place they are called to.  If you go in with the right attitude and desires, it won't matter where you are called, and even if you do initially experience some disappointments, you will, in the long run, see why that mission was ever so right and tailored just for you.  I have heard many a person testify of this, so even though I do not yet have an experience of that myself, I am sure it holds true.  I'm sorry I had to get on my high horse about this, but I want to serve alongside missionaries who are hardworking and earnest in the work, and are genuinely serving for the right reasons. Let us all align our goals and desires with the Lord's, especially with regards to missionary work.

This all being said - I am so grateful for the fact that so many missionaries are able to serve now, both Elders and Sisters.  Missionary work is hard, but also rewarding in ways that I cannot even personally comprehend right now, as I have yet to serve.  Missionaries see daily miracles as they serve, both of small magnitude and larger magnitude.  I would like to share part of a talk given by Elder Dallin H. Oaks, entitled "Miracles" and given in Alberta, Canada in 2000.  This is specifically about the Manila temple, which is located in the city I will be serving in as a missionary.

The Manila temple, in the Philippines.

Elder Oaks:  "I experienced another miracle during an attempted military coup to overthrow the government of Philippine president Corazon Aquino in December 1989.  Many persons were killed in nearly a week of heavy fighting between rebel and loyal government troops. A principal site of this fighting was Camp Aguinaldo, which adjoins our temple in Manila.
During the first day of the attempted coup, gunfire and bombing could be heard from our temple. That night the road in front of the temple was occupied by rebel armored vehicles, trucks, and many soldiers. With the coming of daylight on Saturday, these rebel forces exchanged gunfire with the loyal government troops in Camp Aguinaldo. Opposing aircraft fired rockets and dropped bombs.
At about 3:00 P.M. Saturday afternoon, the rebel soldiers breached the gate of the temple and occupied our temple grounds. At this time we had five Philippine employees there: three security men and two custodians. Our temple president, Floyd H. Hogan, instructed them by phone not to resist the soldiers entering the temple grounds or the temple annex, which housed auxiliary facilities like name processing, but to secure the temple and take cover there. The man in charge, Brother Espi, later wrote that he worked to develop a good relationship with the rebel soldiers to convince them that even though they wanted to get access to the temple, “because of the sacred nature of the temple, they should not try to enter.”
Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning there were almost continuous exchanges of gunfire between the government troops in Camp Aguinaldo and the rebels around the camp, including those occupying our temple grounds. Brother Espi later wrote: “We all thought that we are on our own but still asked our Heavenly Father to strengthen each one of us and to spare the temple from being desecrated.”
Others were praying too. In his later report, Area President George I. Cannon wrote: “The Sunday when the rebellion was going on was fast Sunday. Throughout the Philippines the members were praying and fasting for the temple, for the members, and for the missionaries.”
Sunday morning a government helicopter gunship appeared and strafed the vicinity of the temple, but retreated because of stiff resistance from the rebels’ 50-caliber machine guns. About noon that day an air force plane dropped several bombs that hit the residence house near the temple. Bomb fragments broke windows in the temple annex.
Sunday evening Manila radio reported that the Mormon temple was in rebel hands but that a government force was moving in to drive them out. At that report, President Hogan, the temple president and a retired colonel in the U.S. military, went into action himself. He made the dangerous walk from the temple president’s home to the assembling government troops. There he found that their commander had given the rebels one hour to surrender and planned to attack them at 11:00 P.M. His force included armored personnel carriers, heavy mortars, and at least 150 soldiers, who believed they outnumbered and could easily defeat the rebel force in the temple annex. But their attack would obviously employ extensive heavy weapons and rifle fire and would cause great damage to the temple facilities. President Hogan argued with the commanding officer that if he would only wait until daylight, the rebels might abandon the temple grounds and no attack would be necessary. The commander insisted that he had to follow his orders, and President Hogan was not able to contact the general who had given the order to see if he would rescind it.
During this time I was the member of the Quorum of the Twelve whom the Philippines Area President contacted for help at headquarters. Thirty minutes before the 11:00 P.M. Manila deadline, Area President George I. Cannon phoned me to report that our temple annex and grounds were the last remaining rebel stronghold in Manila and the army had massed artillery and troops for an assault at any moment. He said he had done all he could through the Philippine government and the American ambassador to discourage the attack, but without success. It was then 7:30 A.M. Sunday in Salt Lake City.
By a remarkable coincidence—one of those happenings that cannot be coincidental—the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve Apostles had scheduled an unusual meeting that Sunday morning. At 8:00 A.M., 3 December, just 30 minutes after I received that alarming report from Manila, the assembled First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve bowed in prayer and pleaded with the Lord to intervene to protect His house. Elder Marvin J. Ashton led our prayer. As we prayed, it was 11:00 P.M. Sunday evening in Manila, the exact hour appointed for the assault.
The attack never came. Twenty minutes after our prayer, President Cannon phoned Church headquarters to report that the military commander had unexpectedly decided against a night assault. Early the next morning, Philippine time, President Hogan phoned to say that the rebels had melted away during the night. I recorded in my journal, “I consider this a miracle of divine intervention no less impressive than many recorded in holy writ.”
On Monday morning President Hogan inspected the temple annex. It had shrapnel marks and many broken windows on the north side, but inside, none of its locked rooms had been entered. The temple itself had not been entered and was not damaged. A total of six mortar or rocket shells had exploded inside the temple grounds. From their trajectory, President Hogan concluded that some of these shells had to have passed between the spires of the temple. The patron housing building under construction nearby had been hit by four or five rockets and had sustained extensive damage. The Manila temple opened for normal sessions the next day.
A week later I received a letter from the Philippine ambassador to the United States, Emmanuel Pelaez, whom I had recently hosted at Church headquarters. His letter explained how he had worked behind the scenes, as soon as he learned that our temple was threatened, to urge the Philippine military to “do everything possible” to spare this sacred building from damage. After the fighting was over, they had reported to him that “they were careful in their counter-shelling, so as not to cause damage” to the temple.  I concluded that the Lord had worked behind the scenes through these government servants to save His house.
When I was in the Philippines a few months later, I personally inspected the temple and grounds and found that despite all of the shelling and exchanges of gunfire within a few feet of this sacred edifice, it was completely unmarked by any shell fire except for one bullet hole, apparently a single stray rifle shot, at the top of the highest steeple. As President and Sister Donald L. Hilton of the Philippines Manila Mission wrote in a letter sent to their missionaries, “an unseen army of angels assisted faithful temple guards that the temple was not desecrated.”  End quote.

Missionaries in front of the Manila temple

Missionary work, is in and of itself, a miracle, as Elder Oaks also stated in that same talk:
 "Still another miracle is the way missionaries are protected during their labors. Of course we have fatalities among our young missionaries—about three to six per year over the last decade—all of them tragic. But the official death rates for comparable-age young men and women in the United States are eight times higher than the death rates of our missionaries. In other words, our young men and women are eight times safer in the mission field than the general population of their peers at home. In view of the hazards of missionary labor, this mortality record is nothing less than a miracle."

 For more on that, and other miracles, the link to the talk that was excerpted from, click here.

It's only 18 days before I leave for Manila! The countdown is getting ever smaller now. I finished taking my typhoid fever pills last week, and I *think* I have all of my clothes for my mission now. I've been getting scriptures read and talks , too. I hope everyone has a good week, and I hope that everyone looks for opportunities to spiritually grow and improve yourself this week, as well as look for the small miracles (or big ones) that continuously occur in your lives. Time ever marches forward, whether you're 21 or 70 - and I hope we all take the time to really analyze our progress and make sure that we are progressing and moving forward along with the time. Take moments to stop and appreciate the progress you have made, and the Lord's blessings in your life. Smell the roses and daisies along the journey, and enjoy the small moments and miracles in life!