Sunday, May 11, 2008

Veggies, Anyone? Anyone . . . .


Tuesday, April 22
The Boehms, a Senior Missionary Couple, came to the mission home today. Sister Boehm and I were cooking up a storm when we realized we were missing a few ingredients that we needed, so we sent Elder Boehm to Dairs Veikels (like a 7-11)to pick up a few things. Elder Boehm was gone for quite a while, and we were just starting to wonder what had happened to him, when in he walks, slightly breathless and grinning from ear to ear. He had the following story to tell:
He went to Dairs, but they didn't have what he needed. He continued down the street, and passed by the tirgus (open air market). He thought perhaps he might find what he needed there, and wandered in. He was smiling and greeting people when he spotted a young man watching him. Elder Boehm looked right at him and said, “Hello.” The young man (Caspars) was excited to speak English to an American, so he came closer, and checked out E. Boehm’s name tag. He asked, “Are you from Utah?” E. Boehm said yes. Caspars said that he had talked to our missionaries from Utah before, but had stopped seeing them. E. Boehm told him he needed to talk to them again and listen to what they had to say. Caspars asked E. Boehm if he would like to come with him to meet a couple of his friends. E. Boehm was a little hesitant, but figured he’d go a little way with him. They went to a café, where they met up with 2 more young men and a girl. Caspars introduced everyone, and said of E. Boehm, “This is a good man, and he goes to church every Sunday. We should go to Church on Sundays.” They chatted a while, then E. Boehm told them that he had to leave. Caspars said, “Wait! I need to give you something.” E. Boehm told him that he really didn’t need to do that, but Caspars would not take no for an answer. Out from behind his back he pulled a 12” parsnip, and gravely presented it to E. Boehm, who received it with as much dignity as he could muster, under the circumstances!

The Beginning of the End


Sunday, April 13, 2008
Kadri, Kennet, Piibe Jogi

I found myself looking into the faces of the people in the congre- gation – so many that we’ve grown to know and love – the Chans, the Koivs, the Lepps, Marika, Luda and her baby, the Jogis, the Timokovs – and I was hit strongly with a deep sense of sadness that once we left the mission, we might never have the chance to see these people again. I was struggling with the emotion of this thought when they announced the closing song, “God Be with You ‘Til We Meet Again.” Not fair. The nose turned red, the tears came, and all I could do was bite my lip and try not to sob out loud. More nose blowing and eye wiping during the closing prayer, trying not to look too smeared and swollen for greeting people after the meeting was over. Marianne Timokov, who’s about 7, danced up to me after the prayer, handed me a chocolate candy bar, said “I love you” in her sweet little Estonian-soaked English, and hugged me. That completely dissolved by composure. I think it’s going to be a long 2 ½ months with way too many good-byes.