Seasons 2022

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Life changes

We enjoyed going to a round of zone conferences. This lets us get to know all the great missionaries as well as see some countryside. The roads are a lot easier to drive these days, mostly free of snow, though the land and lakes are still covered. Bit by bit it's becoming Spring.

It's hard to comprehend how well we humans adapt to changes. The weather is cold or the weather is warm, the wind is blowing or breezy, snowing or raining, we still continue through whatever comes at us to get where we're headed.

Sunrise and sunset move every day by 3 minutes each, making over 20 minutes added to morning and afternoon one Sunday to the next. We adapt, usually more easily when it's going this direction.

Tradition expects missionaries who will not see another zone conference to share their thoughts and testimonies. 

A sampling of what I heard:

• "It was hard."
• "I didn't know why I was here."
• "I talked with Pres and my family about going home."
• "I love it here."
• "I now understand we are not working for Jesus, we are working with Jesus."
• "Finland is special to me because this is where I learned that Jesus Christ loves me."

Changes

Small things

While in the car with 2 young Elders after dinner at a great family's home, we listened in as they answered a young man's question. "When I go to the chapel do I wear my best clothes and then change into white and then how do I change out of my wet clothes?" A simple question we might take for granted like that he changed his entire life to follow Christ in the water.

The AP's use the office to plan and buy travel for transferring missionaries. This transfer there was not one companionship unaffected. Though a real-world thing, they pray over this task also. When all tickets around the country were set, the young Elder didn't click Complete because his phone rang. "Hi, did you call me?" "No, you called me." "Oh, well since you're on the phone, my companion and I need to stay in the city two more days for a test." Even small things, He is there.

One of many lessons from Joseph's life is that promised blessings, like from dreams, come at unexpected times, but they come. His slavery in Egypt led to salvation, led to slavery, led to salvation, etc.

A friend Jean knew during her 9 months in Helsinki now lives in Vaasa (265 miles). Though we live less than a mile from the temple, we have not been able to book a time to go. The ward scheduled a session, but we didn't get into that one, but a later one. Bear in mind that each session has just 12 on each side because of restrictions. We felt lucky to finally attend. This friend from Vaasa attended a month ago and had heard we were in Finland. She had a feeling she might see Jean at the temple. But, never did. This week, she happened to be in town from Vaasa again, and we happened to be in the temple for the same session.

Snowy day behind intent young missionaries in zone conference.

How many pictures like this, I know, but I'm fascinated by the different philosophy on snow "removal."

This drain in the chapel parking lot is now 10 inches below the built-up ice. 

I'm thinking August before it thaws.

These picturesque old warehouses are iconic of Porvoo. Usually when the water is calm and reflective. Now you can walk right up to them.

Somebody's got their avanto ready to jump in (for me, only after hot sauna)

Bridges on a bridge with another bridge.

While on our p-day trip to visit Porvoo we saw a sign for Siltakylä (Bridgeville) 

This pic goes with our Poland one from the town of Mosty (Bridges).

The only bridge that could be the town's namesake wasn't exactly the Golden Gate.

Get around

It's life as usual here in this country with a long Russian border. Finns have lived with the border for a long time, since they fought for their independence in 1917, and fought again while WWII was starting, and the relationship has not changed. Things continue uninterrupted. One article I saw from the U.S. said that this war has caused Finns to buy up all the iodine for fear of a nuclear attack from Russia. I read the article and it became clear that they were talking about one pharmacy in one city. There is no panic, but articles like that could start one, I suppose. Finns are always wary of their eastern neighbor, but this is nothing new. Also, Ukraine is geographically and perceptively very far removed from Finland. That's much different than in Poland. Poland and Ukraine are closely related, they were even one country at one time, and a lot of Ukrainians work in Poland. It might be like the U.S. and Canada (Ukraine and Poland) vs the U.S. and Costa Rica. (Ukraine and Finland). They're on the same continent.

Some of the most faithful members of the Church in Poland are from Ukraine. We pray for the good people of Ukraine, our hearts are saddened by what they are experiencing.

Snow what?

 In a self-efacing way of downplaying our role here as office missionaries, I got feedback that my last entry might give the impression that we aren't keen on the assignment. How can I adequately express that such is the opposite of real. Really, we love our assignment in the office! My attempts at humor can come across as cynical. I just wasn't sure our routine would be engaging. I promise to worry less about what your reactions might be, and just tell you what's happening with and to us.

Last week the weather warned that a "twice in a decade storm was coming" and it hit on Saturday and Sunday. We couldn't get our little car out of the street where we live, it just pushes the heavy snow under it and gets high-centered after a meter of effort. When we did go out during the week I slipped into an icy rut right as a van was coming the other way, and literally, in the words of my Uncle Joe "if we had another coat of paint on we'd have hit him." That was touch and go and I relearned from the other driver various uses of Finnish words for the adversary. Several got thoroughly buried as we looked out our apartment window, starting before the sun was up. I went down to help a young lady who the first and was alone trying to dig out. As I approached I said "Can I help?" She said "What!" "Can I help?" "No, no, no." I watched as she huffed pushing the snow shovel and again she wouldn't let me take a turn. She said she had already called the tow truck. So I looked around the lot for another shovel with no success and had to leave her to her struggle. By the time the wrecker got there, she had a path dug all the way out the parking lot. We watched from our window as the guy got in her car and just drove it to the street and took her payment. She wasn't the last that day, but certainly the most independently minded.

This weekend it appears the second of the "twice in a decade" storms hit. A couple more autos we just pushed back to their parking spots as they gave it up. It was good to see a few people out helping, with several others shouting the solution from their balconies. Church on TV again today.

We spent some time with the nice other couple serving here, the Mottishaws (Springville). They serve as YSA missionaries but much of their effort has been in helping get an English-speaking ward going in Helsinki. They were given a list of 250 potential members that they reached out to. Before the new Rona wave, they had a full house attending. They're doing great work there. There was also a baptism of a young non-Finn yesterday, showing that the gathering work continues in Europe as President Nelson said it would.

I mentioned in an earlier post with our picture of the noonday sun, about the way the snow looked, that the top had melted into ice and that Finns probably had a name for that. A Finnish friend who read that corrected me that it wasn't ice on top but it would be called riite, but I could also use hanki, but she would use hankikanto, the other 6 options I don't need to worry about. Got it.

House doors have an interesting characteristic in Finland: They all lock when you close them, with or without a key. We got a nice drive to see the snow-covered trees and roads as we rescued a pair of sisters who had made that mistake. We keep some spare keys in the office for that contingency. It was nice to get out for a couple hours, and they swore it would never it happen again. This was the second time they've called us since we've been here (a month). The Mottishaws told us they had made that run for them this month too.

The view from our 5th floor balcony on a typical winter day

Another day. Note the amount of snow on the parked cars. 

This isn't the light powdery stuff we get in Utah, more like mortar.

We were treated like royalty at the Aura's home. 

They were mission leaders when we were called to Finland last time

 and were subsequently transferred to Poland.

The beautiful view from my office desk.

The snowy trees ain't bad either.

Not a picture of Bridges on a bridge, but this one under one will have to do.

This is the path we walk daily to the office (the building in the background).

Of course there's no place to put the snow from the pathways,

so they pile it, even to covering the signage, or truck it out of town.

This is Finland winter to me. The two I spent here 40 years ago had snow just like this from November through April. I guess global warming has given them even rain in winter in the past several years. 

I'm happy it's back to normal while we're here.

We're somebody now! 

They put our name on our door.

(yes, I checked that we had the key before taking this pic)

A day in the life

If it held any interest, I'd put a picture of what we see for most of each weekday, and that's the interior of the mission office. The service there is fulfilling, though it might be perceived as mundane, it's to help the Lord's work in this pristine country for these loved children of God.

A common theme in queries is what do we do, so I'll take some space to describe that if you wonder.

The administrative duties Jean has center on contact with missionaries and their families. This begins just as soon as they receive their call and carries through. She corresponds on behalf of our mission leaders (nee president and wife). There can be anxieties around getting a missionary ready to leave home and what's happening with them while they're gone. Letters of instruction and updates are the means of easing some of that.

Last Thursday a group of 10 sisters were scheduled to arrive, then that was reduced to 1 who was COVID-free and had her visa. Two came off the plane. Jean learned today that the other eight now have their visas, so they are scheduled to come on the next transfer in a few weeks. As our president (sorry, leader) said, "There has never been a group arrive as expected since the pandemic started. The unexpected is what we expect now."

Jean's other task is to identify every possible configuration of office furniture and supplies. We have the APs (assistants to the leaders) to help with heavy lifting and they earned their reward this week. Apologies to those who came before for former tons of ancient paper manuals and CDs and devices that once were held in high regard that are no longer with us. Oh, BTW, Finns are fastidious in their sorting recyclables. Paper is different from cardboard. Plastic bags are not plastic. Metal lids and their bottles cannot coexist. Bio waste needs a biological bag. 

Daily snow might cover incinerating smoke though (that solution just came to me).

My duties are to get out of the way of the quest for office nirvana. I have a different desk in a different room than I did a week ago. If any thing or body needs to be paid, that falls to me. Apartments, utilities, travel, cars, postage, supplies, COVID tests. Working for the Church I know a little about big beuracracy, but understanding it doesn't breed an avid sustainer of it.

It's not hard to remember that these things allow the important work to get done and with less worry. Many good things are happening in Finland. Missionaries are finding and inviting people, mostly through social media. Changes in teaching people from Islamic countries are annouced regularly. Yesterday our prophet told the members in Europe that many of the blood of Israel are still to be found in Europe or are coming here.

That's the nuts and bolts of the day-to-day nine-to-five metier walk of life slog.

Lest you believe that's all the fun and games we get, we do get Saturdays for a scenery change. Here are a few to help you picture why we love it here.

This shows high-noon. The sun at its apex in the sky over this field of snow layered with ice (I'm sure they have a word for that particular kind of snow).

I know there's not a lot of resolution, but try to pick out the zamboni on the playground to the left. Though our path was as slick as that, it wasn't as smooth and later that day plenty of young'ns were doing their best to scuff it.

Same spot, opposite direction, our shadows. This again at noon. 

We had time to go find one of the areas where I lived 40 years ago near the sea. The most beautiful vista spots now have houses where there were only trees. In 40 years a lot of pretty places no longer remain a secret, but this place still has tons of them.

Look really closely and you can see a fisher of fish out on the sea.

Not saying that we walk on water, but we walked on water.

Interesting to think that we are on the same Baltic that we lived near in Poland, just on the opposite side.

Jean has a Pavlovian response that as soon as I click the selfie, her hand must fix her hair. As you may know, I have dozens of photos like that. You can see in the second pic that it was worth it. Much better!

You'll have to be satisfied that we are Bridges on an ice bridge, I guess.

Just me trying to climb an icy path. 

Jean found some studded snow tire clamp-ons that help a lot but I'm too studly to use them.

Jean likes that lichen and moss still grow during the long freeze.

Already in April the positive temps will be here.

 

Old is new again

From the outset I admit that this will be mostly news, not thoughts to shatter the earth.

You know that feeling that you don't want to admit something might happen because if it doesn't you'll be very disappointed? Much of the past week can be called déjà vu.