Yesterday marked my first official Sunday in a new ward.
I stumbled upon the 97th ward by accident (but of course, is anything truly "by accident?"). It was sometime in July 2014, and while undergrad-me would have started looking for housing in Dec, my mission had made me less high maintenance in the housing department, and I just stopped caring about certain aspects. I had this newfound "bloom where you're planted" mentality and realized that all I need in an apartment to be happy was a washer + dryer and sufficient parking.
(first set of Hampstead roommates--circa 2014)
My last Sunday in the ward gave me serious mission vibes. The same emotions I felt during my last week in Louisiana swirled through my heart—memories of all that had transpired these past three years played themselves on repeat. I felt no sadness, no bittersweet stirrings, but instead a profound deep gratitude that Heavenly Father had considered it necessary for me to be a part of this ward along with an excitement for the experiences awaiting me in my new ward.
In accordance with those abovementioned mission vibes, I thought of President & Sister Crawford's departing home tradition. On our last day in the mission field, each missionary would create a scrapbook page and documented three lessons we learned and three reasons we felt we were sent to T.H.E mission.
I decided to do the same with my time in the 97th ward (a period of time double the length of my mission).
[LESSONS LEARNED]
*As I reflected on this, I realized that my lessons learned correlated extremely well with our ward themes.
1. Always abounding in good works (Alma 7:23-24)
(Sometimes I forget what stories I've already told on this blog, so forgive me if this is a repeat). I applied to grad school while on the mission. One time, I was seated at a computer in the Baytown library, and I overheard a mother dictating to her young son in Spanish the words he should type in for his essay on Pancho Villa. The kid was writing a direct Spanish-English translation which resulted in some very confusing sentences. I eavesdropped for a bit and told myself, "wellllp, too bad I'm a missionary and HAVE to work on my application right now, or else I'd help him out." Moments after this thought had echoed in my head I realized what I was saying, "I'm a missionary! If anything I should be helping this family out!" I stopped working on my application, and instead volunteered to help this child with his homework. After that, I felt such a strong desire to help Spanish speaking families with homework challenges and I remembered thinking "If only I could be a professional tutor!"
Flash forward to my first day in the 97th ward. I don't know how, but I had a calling by the end of the third hour. The calling? Co-chair of the tutoring committee. WHAT? Did this ward have a homework helping service of some sort? I knew I was in grad school, but I felt that hardly qualified me to help undergrads with their homework... I was very confused. Turns out, we were linked with a nearby Spanish congregation and provided weekly homework help to the children there. I instantly thought of my mission wish, and this calling and the process by which I received it became such a testimony confirmation that Heavenly Father was very involved in the process by which I had come to this ward. Even though that first year of law school was extremely time consuming, I had at least an hour's worth of time each week where I could abound in a good work.
2. Clean hands & a pure heart (Psalms 24:3-4)
I refer to year two in the ward as "the Golden year." I think it was a combination of a) the people, b) already having a year under my belt, and c) feeling like I had a huge say in the direction the ward took (this was my RS President year). I was incredibly involved this year (see reason c) and knew every inch of the ward. I worked directly with Bishop and Bro Swartz. Ward councils this year were on fiiiiire. I was called to be RS president at midnight the day I was to leave to Buenos Aires and found myself holding presidency meetings over skype and organizing callings and visiting teaching on plane rides. It was nuts, but I was so involved in the process that I couldn't help but be happy. Goodness, I loved this year! As I labored with fellow ward council members this year, I didn't even notice that my heart was being purified in the process. It was in this year that I learned the principle of attending activities not just for personal enjoyment, but to lift others. There's a President Eyring talk that is one of Bishop's favorites and he would often quote from it during this year, "I'm not here for the weeds." Meaning, we don't go to activities or service projects and the like for the actual act, we go there for the people, for the building up of fellowship.
3. Serve with Christ and find joy (Jacob 1:7)
I got a different calling midway last school year. To say that I was less than thrilled to be called as a Gospel Doctrine teacher was a HUGE understatement. Pre-mission me secretly envied anyone who had this calling. I wanted it, badly. Post-mission me realized how hard teaching is, and I can honestly say that I don't think I've had a more challenging calling. There were times when because of poor planning, I'd show up to the classroom, sit down, and realize no one had been assigned to teach...so, with a three-minute prep time I'd try and pull a lesson together. STRESSFUL. I wish I could say this happened once, but it was more like 4 times, and sometimes back to back. I had a weekly love/hate relationship with my calling.
The scripture referenced above talks about laboring diligently among people and "persuad[ing] them to come unto Christ, and partake of the goodness of God." It was a labor. I used my commute on the train to read through the lessons, study scriptures, and would sometimes use my lunch hour to put together a powerpoint to go with my lesson. Our ward motto coupled with the scripture was "Serve with Christ and find joy." I love that the word find is in there, it's not that joy is just going to lay itself in my lap or that I'd instantly get it after serving. I had to labor for it, I had to find the joy in my calling. I complained and vented about it. A LOT. But, the moments where I did find joy (and they weren't continuous) were precious. I re-learned to love the scriptures with this calling. I had missed my old friend. I'm not perfect at it, and I will admit that I felt a huge load was lifted off my shoulders after teaching my last lesson, but I also grew because of the challenge.
[REASONS SENT]
Rapid-fire answers because this post will be too long otherwise!
1. To Learn to Love like Tommaso
Bishop's legacy is a legacy of love. I've never met a man so skilled at turning strangers into life-long friends in a matter of minutes (besides my grandfather). When Tommaso talks to you, you feel like his favorite person on earth, and you are motivated to be just a little bit better. He is able to communicate the love God has for you in a way I've never felt before. Honestly, if I can even do that with 10% of my interactions with people, I'll consider it a win.
2. To strengthen my love for the ward council
I love meetings.
I'm probably one of the few people that do, but I just like being in the know. It's the journalist/inquisitive mind in me. I was on the ward council for 8/10 semesters/terms that I was in this ward. There is a power that comes out of a good ward council, I've seen it in action, and when done correctly it works miracles. I've never really had a problem voicing my opinions and I'm actually pretty good at persuading people, but I'm not always the best at volunteering for things or acting on inspiration. One Sunday, we were discussing two individuals and a thought came into my mind on how to fellowship them. I kept the thought to myself, but Bishop turned in his seat and asked, "Sister Flores, what do you think?" I proposed the idea, but ward council ended before anyone could be assigned the action. "It's too bad," I thought, "it was actually a good idea." I was sitting in sacrament meeting afterwards when I realized. "You. Lauren, YOU can do what was suggested." So, I did it. It was such an impacting lesson, and a true friendship was born out of it.
3. For leadership training 101
I couldn't have asked for a better ward to practice everything I had learned on the mission. I loved being in the know in the mission, and counseling frequently with my Mission President. I love that President Crawford and Bishop Cardullo share variations of the same name—Thomas. It's very appropriate. Serving under and with Bishop Cardullo helped me to apply the leadership skills I had refined on the mission with elders and sisters into a single adult setting. I honestly feel humbled by the experience and especially so realizing how much Heavenly Father has invested in me. I have this profound sense of duty to now apply everything I've learned from both experiences to my new ward setting!
On to the next one. Cue Jay-Z. the edited version, obvs.
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