Musings

We've been in the mission field for four months now. In practical terms that equates to:
4 cardboard canisters of Quaker Oats
3 tubes of Crest
25 lbs. whole wheat flour
4 sets of earplugs each
3 transfers

I look at the newest missionaries, who on Friday won't be greenies any more because there will be fresh greenies, and marvel at how much they have acclimated in just six weeks. One new sister in particular has been serving in the City Zone where I've been able to watch the process on a weekly basis.

First week after arrival--very excited
Second week--tired, overwhelmed and tearful
Third week--hunkering down and getting through; still tired; no smiles
Fourth week--gloomy--depressed--my motherheart full of ache for her. All I could say was,"c'mon--you're doin it--you're learning it--you've got the best trainer in the mission--don't give up"
Fifth week--a new woman! Tears jumped to my throat when she walked through the door with a new countenance. Bright! Enthusiastic! Reaching out!

Thank you, Lord.


This surely must mean that Kevin and I feel completely at home after four months.

Here are some pluses:

We like being mission companions.
We've become teachers in new realms.
We're healthy and increasing in strength and stamina thanks to our daily hill walking.
We have a reasonable level of confidence in our office responsibilities.
We've become dear friends with the other missionaries.
We've made friends, even outside our missionary circle.
We feel trusted by our young missionary associates.
We know our way around our grocery store of choice.
We can estimate the time needed for most errands and come within an hour of accuracy.
We've climbed Mt. Manungal.

Here are some minuses:

A city of millions-plus population is still noisy and dirty.
Filipino mosquitos love my ankles.
Cebuano streets don't connect with each other.


Lopsided and badly out of balance. Did you notice that the pluses are deliciously personal while the minuses are shoulder-shruggingly impersonal?

There is happiness going on here, even as we wrestle with the challenges of our new realm. Hope you've got the same.

Love and blessings,
Kevin & Ann

Those of you who are old enough to remember The Johnny Carson Show might recall the feeling of disappointment when Johnny was out for a time and there was a guest host. You probably still watched anyway just out of habit.

Well, Heeeeeeeeere's Kevin!

Our week here has been forward in it's progress and educational in it's demands. For Ann there is always a flurry of activity between her regular duties as to inputting records into the Church information system and the supply and organization of the materials for the missionaries. For me in the back office it is the start of the learning curve as it relates to understanding IMOS. Over the past couple of years the Church has been changing the Mission Operating System to one that is internet- based. We are 'on' now after a few delays, the first of which preempted our actual hands-on training. Now that we are on, I am learning as I go. We haven't been here long enough that it's that hard to switch, but for one who is neither and accountant nor a computer programmer, understanding this new process will just take some time.

In the last couple of entries we told you of a change in part of our mission assignment. After the mission tour, Elder Ko of the Area Presidency asked President Hansen to assign the senior couples to attend some of the outlying branches in the districts. Just as a refresher, in the missions of the Church if there is not sufficient membership in an area to form a stake with wards, then branches are formed and a number of those congregations are organized into a district. Although the district organization has a district presidency, the organizational authority rests with the mission president. Ann and I have been assigned to work in the Bogo Branch and in the Polambato Branch. Today (Sunday) we attended the District Conference held at the Bogo chapel.


Looking back along the beach to where we stayed in Bogo.

The District Conference included a leadership meeting and the Saturday evening adult session of conference. Ann and I decided to go on Saturday, find a place to stay and attend all the meetings both days. It was a good opportunity to meet many new people and find out about the branches we will attend. We will keep you apprised of those interactions as they develop over time.

It really is enjoyable to sit in a meeting with the Saints in this part of the world, and as the meeting progresses, realize that similar training goes on all over the world. And even more is the realization that our human frailties and foibles are the same all over the world.


We stayed at Nailon Resort, remember in Cebuano you pronounce all the letters and the 'i' is 'ee' so it is Na-ee-lun, unlike the American pronunciation nail-on.

As part of our stay. of course we went on our morning walk, hoping there might be some beach shoreline to receive our early morning attention. We were successful in our beach quest, and found a very different beach than we described in last week's posting. Ann described last weeks beach on Camotes as a collector's beach, with shells and coral tossed up on soft, white sand.

This beach is made up of two kinds of coral; wet and dry. Ann described it as a tossed salad shoreline; lots of different colors and shapes and textures, none of which could be walked on with bare feet. Coral is very interesting to look at after it has been beat upon by the water for a time and or rolled in the surf. There were very few shells, but we managed to pick up a couple that will go in the collection.




Because of the distance from the road to the beach and the slow progress on the beach, (we walked very carefully; coral would leave a reminder if you fell on it or had to put your hand down to catch yourself) we didn't actually get very far. When we popped out to the road there were these young people packing water from the source to their home. We also met two fellows who make really nice chairs out of an indigenous tree that is great for outdoor use, you know the gnarly ones with the natural character that enhances the design.




Plant of the week: Ananas comosus from the Bromeliaceae family. Did you know that the pineapple is the only bromeliad fruit in widespread cultivation? We came upon this pineapple plant on our path from the beach to the road, and having never seen a pineapple actually growing before, took this picture. I had heard that people who worked for the summer on pineapple plantations in Hawaii wore heavy arm coverings; now I see why!


I spoke briefly with this father and son as they readied their boat to catch 'breakfast'.


Ann has a fascination with the antics of the 'conductor', or in this case, conductors.

That's it from over here. We are really enjoying this opportunity in our life. We thank all of you who have expressed your support in word and prayer for our well being.

All the best and remember keep your sandals on!

Love Ann and (the substitute)

Happy Independence Day America!

We're pleased to report that the Philippines celebrate America's Independence Day also. We didn't really expect anything; the Philippines received their independence from the United States many years ago, and as you recall, they celebrate Independence Day on June 12th. Well! We were surprised and delighted when the celebrating started on Friday the 3rd. Such a fireworks show as you can hardly imagine! We had just wrapped up our work day and were looking for a little supper. As we walked toward a restaurant community we were amazed at the lights in the sky! We stopped to watch--explosion after explosion--and after 10 minutes we decided to eat at an outdoor restaurant facing west so we could be entertained by the fireworks as we ate. Interestingly, they didn't seem to draw much attention from the locals; I guess we were appreciative enough for this million-plus city?

We couldn't imagine a better show on the 4th, but sure enough. Could it have been created for these six expatriates who were spending the weekend on Camotes Island? Where the show Friday night was toward the mountains, this one was over the ocean! It lasted for two hours! We were returning from our explorations when it began, and we finished watching it from the balcony at the hotel. Spectacular! I know--you're wondering where the pictures are to prove it. It was such an intense show that we were glued to it--couldn't take our eyes off it even to prove with pictures what we were experiencing.

Well, they were both lightening storms, but it seemed fitting to assign our Independence celebration to them. We, being true westerners, have not experienced electrical storms like those who've lived, say, in the mid-west. It's good to be wowed. The storm on Saturday night was a bigwow.

We giggled about writing a fireworks spoof as we ate our pizza on Friday night. The funny thing is that as I write this we're having yet another great storm. I'm sure for all the thunder that's shaking our office's stone floor, there is lightening out there somewhere, but from the office windows, just rain. I see blue sky to the east, and the rain has slowed from a turn-on-the-shower to vigorous-steady-sprinkle. No, it's still raining too hard to want to dash upstairs for lunch. This would definitely be considered a respectable rain in Boise.

At either end of the precipitation spectrum are these criteria: can we make a dash for it without getting soaked (light rain) and, can we still see the line down the middle of Salinas Dr. (torrential downpour).

All this "free" precipitation is noteworthy to desert creatures like us. I bet we've had more rain since we got here than Boise gets in a whole year. The Filipinos grumble about it--always carry an umbrella--are tormented by it, especially those whose homes aren't built to withstand the elements. I'm sure a lifetime of wet gives them a completely different perspective than ours. The missionaries go about their business very matter-of-factly in it. Most of them have "work shoes"--not very attractive--rubber--but very practical for the elements. If they will just wear their polishable leather shoes to church and zone meetings...

Our week's labors had a wonderful carrot out in front of them; Camotes Island. Scurry. Complete. Wrap up. Finish. Leave the office details taken care of for a few days. Not that we spend much time in the office on the weekends anyway, but it just felt right, and besides--who wants to return from a weekend away to last week's work?

Our ferry port was an hour's drive north in Danao City, and we needed to be ready to board an hour before the 5:00 departure. Now do your math; we didn't get much sleep Friday night, but our excitement seemed to generate energy enough.


Here we are, six senior LDS missionaries in our missionary-type Toyotas ready to load. It's a process here. In case you've take the ferries in the Seattle area--not quite like that. As you can see, we are still in full darkness at 3:45 am. I am snuggled under our pillows sleeping in the air conditioned car. Kevin will be off with the other fellows making the arrangements. Look what I missed for that quiet, snuggily sleep:


We've only seen one other complete sunrise since we got here because an unblocked eastern horizon is miles away.


Could sleep be better than this?


If you supervise the sunrise you're guaranteed an extraordinary day. I believe this so completely that on mornings at home when we're out walking along Mountain View Dr. as the sun is about to crest, I insist that Kevin and Sandi and I stand and wait to see that diamond of light come over the mountains.

I slept through this. We'll probably have to go to Camotes again.


Our 3-hour ferry ride included a new friend who turned out to be a savvy Camotes consultant. MonMon, "short for Emmanual, a Bible name" was in class 4 and knew a lot about his island, including where we'd want to buy souvineers, that there were small crocadiles in the lake, and even where the missionary's apartment was. He was lively and full of chatter, and would have been our tour guide all day (?!? definitely NOT a suspicious American child!) if we had just said yes. He declared himself a Catholic, sang us some songs about Jesus, and even got us singing the ones we knew. He liked Wurthers candy, but not banana bread with raisins. By the end of our trip he was feeling pretty comfortable with me--kind of snuggled up right next to me--hand on my shoulder, hand on my knee. I know. You're horrified. If it has been my first month here I'd have been horrified too--all that close touchy business with a stranger. MonMon was one cute, smart kid, and he sure helped the trip to Camotes go fast.

Thinking about MonMon, Filipinos are good at close; much better than Americans. Notice their close proximity in some of the jeepney pictures. Or picture this: one of the elders was notified this morning that his mother had passed away. He's come into the office and is sitting waiting for the City Zone Leaders to come. When the Zone leaders arrive, the Filipino ZL plops down beside him and puts his arm around him and hugs him as natural as could be. There is plenty to be learned here.

We pause now for our regular features of plant and jeepney of the week:


You probably recognize this fella from the plant section of Fred Meyer, or maybe you have a lone, spindily one in your livingroom that started its downward spiral the second you brought it home. This is a Croton from the Euphorbiaceae family. There are over 1200 species, and as you can see, what grows in a tropical climate is a far cry from what grows in a warm, dry, low-light home. It's the color--we love the vivid red and yellow leaves! I give you permission to put yours out of its misery. Just throw it out and get a plant that will thrive in indoor Boise conditions!

We see Crotons some in Cebu, but on Camotes they are planted along the sides of the roads like hedges. They might all be the same species, or there will be a variety. Either way it's like driving through an alley of plant fireworks for all the vibrant color. Could these shrubby splashes of color really be what you've seen around Boise?

Jeepney of the week: Oops! This isn't a jeepney, but a another mode of transportation on Camotes. Couldn't resist this Barbi boat.


Now for the real jeepney of the week:


Quite sporty, don't you think?



One gift that many Filipinos have is that of making you feel like royalty. Our hotel was, as you can see, most pleasing, but it was the people who took care of us that made it a treat. They were quite concerned about the lightening storm which knocked out the power, and were very sorry to have to move us to the 3rd floor for electricity purposes. No problem, and thanks for the bucket to wash our beachcombing treasures in.


My Little Island Hotel sits on a hill overlooking the ocean. Sorry, the high clouds make it hard to tell where ocean meets the sky, but trust us, you're looking at a breathtaking view of both out there beyond the green.

It seems a shame not to hang out and enjoy a nice resort like this. Look at that pool! It begged for a little attention from us, but no, MonMon had given us a vigorous tour itinerary for the day, so following breakfast we headed right out and didn't return until bedtime. We saw the lake--a little disappointing if your idea of a lake is cold, clear and pristine. No crocadiles either. This cave though--enchanting. We could walk right down into it, and the water in the pools was crystal clear and about knee deep. Sister Morgan and I hitched up our skirts and went wading. Unfortunately those photos could be used as incriminating evidence against highly respectable senior missionaries so they were edited out of this blog entry. Don't worry! We were completely respectable, just not very pretty about it. Oh talk about cool and refreshing though! Not cold by any means, and of course the air down there was thick with humidity, but still cooler than outside. I think I could have laid down and just floated around for a few hours. Kevin was taking the incriminating pictures.


Camotes is part of an ancient volcanic system. There are no craters, etc., but lave. I mean LAVA. Remarkably, they raise lots of corn there, planting between the lava sheets and boulders. Needless to say, there aren't rows of corn, but the fact that anything grows at all on that rocky island is something.

The shoreline alternates between black lava cliffs and white sand beaches. We experienced both; this very charming cliff park where we ate lunch, and Santiago Beach, which needed a good, American combing. You don't know what ocean treasures Mother Nature has left for you if you just walk out to the water's edge and stand looking at the horizon. You've got to mozy along--don't step on the starfish--head up to the high tide mark if it seems like there are no goodies at the water's edge. Do you need a piece of the ocean? There are plenty to share drying on our kitchen counter at this very moment.


The cliff park included slides and platforms for a quick ocean entrance, like this teenager. We behaved and just watched.


GERANIMO!!!


A Sunday morning photo shoot while we waited for breakfast to cook. Left to right--Elder & Sister Morgan, Elder & Sister Watkins and yours truly.

The sweetest part of the weekend defies a visual image; worshipping with the 30 church members and investigators in the Camotes branch. No matter where you are, there are probably church members meeting on Sunday morning to renew the covenant of baptism and grow in the gospel. Such was the case here. We met in a member's home. The music director sang the introduction and we all sang acapella. The Spirit obviously didn't mind our humble circumstances, because it was there in rich abundance. Testimonies were eagerly shared; it was a spiritual feast.

Then it was time to go home. Sigh. That's a sigh of utter contentment and gratitude for dear people to share a fine weekend with; beautiful, interesting sites to see, the ocean's treasures generously offered, souls filled.


The three amigos sitting on the ferry bench in front of the three amigas.


And as you can see, the sunset on the return


and pink clouds the welcomed the night, ended our weekend in Camotes as spectacularly as it began.


I think of you as I write, beloved family and friends, and tear up for knowing without a particle of doubt that we are God's children, here experiencing mortality for important eternal purposes. That we share this experience to learn from and teach each other. That we are most precious to Heavenly Father, who wants us to return to him more than we can imagine. That He has provided every tool we need to succeed in this mortal sojourn. We know this is true. We're grateful for the gospel and the opportunity to serve in the Philippines. Blessings on you and all you love. Elder and Sister Reed