Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from New Zealand!
From Teresa:23 Oct. These two sister missionaries serving in our Panmure Ward are from Kiribati and the Philippines. They are lovely women both inside and out.
31 Oct. Our senior missionary zone enjoyed a Halloween party, but with a twist. We had to come dressed as a scriptural character. Several dressed as sheep, but some must have ordered costumes online. Here are Moses and King David. Who says senior missionaries are over the hill?!
3 Nov. We senior missionaries gather for a monthly Family Home Evening (FHE). This time, one of the Area Office employees and his wife and daughter taught us a little about Māori language and culture. Then they taught the men how to do a haka (ceremonial dance) and the women how to do a poi dance (swinging balls on ropes while dancing). It was hilarious to see us fumbling around, but we enjoyed learning about these customs.
13 Nov. Our friends Ian and Linda Carroll live outside Sydney, so they came to visit with us one afternoon and evening. We took a ferry ride across the harbor. I got to see the iconic opera house, as well as the skyline and harbor bridge.
16 Nov. Our friend Sheryl Caduyac is from the Philippines. She and her three teenage children were all baptized in the past several months. We have been teaching her more English.
23 Nov. Each fall, the Primary children (ages 3-12) around the world provide a sacrament meeting program. It's a really important day for the children here, and they all dress in white. I managed to get a picture of some of them after the program. They spoke and sang beautifully.
20 Dec. The Alders and we went for an adventure about 3 hours north. We stayed overnight in Dargaville, on the west coast, and went to see the forest where the oldest and largest remaining kauri trees live. We saw many that were about 1000 years old. The oldest and biggest are Te Matua Ngahere ("Father of the Forest") and Tane Mahuta ("Lord of the Forest"), both somewhere around 2000+ years old. As I walked through the forest, I found myself thanking each tree for being alive, as well as thanking God for them. I had a sense, there in the forest, that we had entered into sacred space.
Prior to becoming a missionary, he had been making a living
for five years as a boxer. He used alcohol for several years, but no street
drugs or tobacco. His mother then became gravely ill; she was hospitalized and
not expected to live. He fasted and prayed for her for three days. His mother
miraculously recovered and came home from the hospital. He felt it was God
blessing her because of his prolonged fast and prayers.
He then prayed with fervor and sincerity, asking God how he
could thank Him. He clearly heard two divinely uttered words, “Come home.” He
knew it was God asking him to return to his faith. He immediately stopped all
alcohol use and began faithfully participating in the Church. He began to feel
that God also wanted him to serve a mission, and he applied to do so. He was
called to Tahiti. One month before he left for the Provo MTC, his mother asked
him to teach and baptize her.
I was asked by the Tahiti mission president to assess him
for possible ADHD. He struggled with severe ADHD symptoms and generally could
not concentrate well enough to read for more than a few minutes. This condition
had never been diagnosed and treated. We were unable to get him methylphenidate
but did finally get him bupropion in the form of 150mg Zyban tablets. After
taking 75 mg a day for seven days, all of his ADHD symptoms astonishingly
remitted. For me this was as miraculous as his mother’s recovery and his
reconnection with God.








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