Since events in our mission are broken up into six-week cycles, I could pretty much copy from a six weeks old letter as far as many of our activities for each week. The past week was once again filled with restocking shelves for zone conferences next week. One order was over $700. It’s really better to spend half that in two trips.
You can see part of our supply closets in the photos: Len orders, unpacks and gets lots of teaching supplies to the missionaries. He has recently had requests for Nepali materials (there are pamphlets, but the Book of Mormon has not been translated into that language yet), Chinese scriptures, and a Braille Book of Mormon, which we had on hand. One copy in braille requires a very large box.
I (Kit) have a ton of household supplies. You can see a box to the right of the picture. We save up all empty boxes and bags for packaging up the various zone conference orders. Next week, the closets will go from really crowded to rather slim pickins in two days time.
Our teacher in Relief Society told a good personal story. The lesson was on being charitable and she told about being treated charitably in an unexpected way. Her son was preparing to go to BYU. Just before he left, he went out for the evening during which he discovered he’d lost his wallet. When he got home, he and his parents remembered back over his day and the conclusion was that he’d set his wallet on the roof of his car and driven off. They spent hours looking for it with no result. He left for school without a number of documents he needed to complete his enrollment, not to mention being sans his drivers’ license.
The next day our teacher received a phone call from a man who’d found the wallet along the highway. Our teacher was ecstatic and wanted to come and pick it up right away. As she and the finder talked, it became apparent that he had no address. He asked her to meet him outside a particular store the next morning.
She understood the reason for the delay when the homeless man showed up – freshly clean, shaved, and carefully dressed. He gave her the wallet, showing that the hundred dollars in it was all there. They spoke for a few minutes. He had been a local policeman who developed an addiction that cost him his job, his marriage, and his home. She told him how important it was to her son to have his papers back and how much she knew he would want the man to keep the money. The homeless man agreed that he had pressing needs for the money and gratefully accepted it.
Our teacher felt humbled by the honesty of a man down on his luck who still did the right thing. She felt her past notions about homeless people (who are commonly seen in Fresno) had undergone a great change and left her with far more compassion than she’d felt in the past.
One doesn’t have to look far to find people who have real need here. I loved a couple of missionaries who knew just what to do when there were quite a few leftovers from a lunch and it was food that would not keep well. They asked if they could have it all and took the boxes to the streets to give it to the hungry homeless people they see and talk to daily. They couldn’t stand to see waste, knowing hungry people!
Wishing you a meaningful and wonderful Thanksgiving!
With love from Len and Kit