Metamorphoses of cOvid

This is to fill the gap if there have been 5 minutes since you last heard or read about COVID-19.

We woke early Friday morning to an email from dear Bishop Patten of the dear Provo Canyon Ward telling us that they had secured two great house options for us to quarantine in and arranged for our care and feeding for 2 to 4 weeks.

What affected us most, after the initial shock of our imminent departure, was that people in the ward had spent the previous day arranging all this on our behalf while we obliviously and selfishly fretted about events in front of us, thousands of miles away.

What a feeling of love we still feel from that expression of kindness.

That began 24 hrs on a teeter-totter.

Our president confirmed from the area presidency that it was for real. He plead to have at least the office couple stay. He pointed out that at least we do not fit the high-risk age demographic. They granted our staying but the other four couples had to pack and be ready to go in 48 hours. They were not happy, we were sad for them while happy for ourselves, a lot of mixed emotions. Late that night we were still with the president and wife and we had not received any info about flights for the four couples. We sent inquiries, then finally got word that Poland was not one of the 22 missions in Europe (of 26) under that requirement. All senior missionaries in Poland will stay. Huge relief for everybody. Sadness for the missionaries around Europe who are probably home now, but isolated.

Today we await the next news drop. Other missions are keeping their office couples. All flights in and out of Poland are cancelled. Missionaries scheduled to return home in 3 weeks don't know when. Missionaries to Poland in the MTC now might be reassigned. Senior missionaries in Poland might have to go if the virus escalates. "Dogs and cats, living together—mass hysteria!"*

Thanks to all for reading and for your concern for us.

Sorry this is not a well-crafted entry, but we want you to know we're doing great. We're healthy, happy, loved, and peaceful.


(couldn't even find a good bridge picture, sorry)

*If you don't recognize that quote, here's a hint, it was the movie of our first date.

Been here

There's nothing you can show us that we haven't seen already. March 7th? We've seen it. Easter Saturday and Sunday AND Monday? Seen 'em. Independence Day? Yup. We were here. So, yeah, we've pretty much seen all of them: days of the year in Poland.

One year ago March fifth was our wide-eyed arrival at the Frederic Chopin airport. So enthusiastic to see Poland we left our luggage behind the security gate and walked right out the door. More wonder as we drove the four hours across beautiful greening country to our new home in Gdańsk. It was love at first site.

The lifestyle adjustments have been mostly painless and broadening. Should we feel bad we got off easy? Then the nagging deficiency in communication rears and drops a ton-weight of humility. That never goes away.

Every day brings a new adventure in culture, opportunity in newness, challenge in people, growth in understanding, insight in the Plan.

Most indelible from the year are four Baptisms we got to participate in—three in the Baltic. The relationships from those burn bright in our memories. The members of the small branch, YSA all over the country, the coming and going of exceptional missionaries, the charitable friends burn our hearts no less.

A significant memory didn't take place in Poland at all, of course that was our return home exactly one year from the MTC to celebrate Tip+Katelyn and our four becoming eight, plus 1 and to be a short while with beloved family before re-engaging with the Poles.

Moving from Gdańsk to Warsaw was a shaking-up way to start the new year, and maybe we'll get through this next one (11 months!) alive and we'll have twice as many days on the calendar to remember. Thanks for watching with us.

First day and first of many bridges spotted 

The green open fields showing the promise of Spring

The view is now less green-lush and more gray-urban and non-stop

Experience

Waiting for a delivery that has missed us four times while my companion is setting up the zone conference food without me (in trouble), after the most pressing payments to missionaries, the bills, the report of car damage, the broken printer, now I have one moment, then I'll run (of course not "run") across town to the chapel. This writing is the result of that spare time.

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For some reason it's simpler to speak to a sacrament meeting of 10 than 100. Maybe because you are trying to reach one person as you prepare your thoughts and it's easier to pick your intent.

Jean highlighted the immediate effects of the atonement. "We can do this!" in the deific "we" provides the hope and the power to press on. Experiences taught us that.

Despite the mundane important unending busy work, we get blessed with new experiences with new people all the time. We were with the elders this week when a lady chose to follow Christ. We got to pray in Finnish with her.

Baptism is a once in a lifetime choice, other major events happen a few times in life that compel us to make a choice, we're reminded every six months how to correct our path, we reflect once a week on Christ's sacrifice and its purpose to improve our lives, we read daily for direction from the words of those who knew, we pray more than daily to know how to proceed, in each moment we choose to follow the good vs the bad.

If we ever get that figured out, I think we'll be OK.

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 Just an interesting old building

The view from our front room window. 

The person walking outside the fence and the steps leading to it hopefully give its scale.

I think they were going for Lothal Jedi temple, maybe in the Socialist Realism genre.

Rainbow bridge

Reminders

To you:

Thanks for showing up. 

Thanks for doing what you can and a little more. 

Thanks for caring.

Thanks for feeling bad after your emotions get the best of you.

Thanks for waiting your turn.

To me:

Remember this wisdom from one who lived it:

"We can do no great things, only small things with great love."

— Anjezë Gonxhe Bojaxhiu (Mother Teresa)

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We orientationated, no, orientated, no, oriented our first new missionaries this week on our own. The Johnsons (Parowan, UT) arrived Tuesday and got the benefit of our overloading them with a bunch of (probably wrong) information. They're now settled in the lovely Gdańsk and it appears they made it through their first week. On Tuesday we'll meet six more exceptional young people beginning their service in Poland and they'll meet their trainers who are as excited as expectant parents.

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A lady from Finland living here accepted the missionaries' invitation to attend church today. We remembered a few words of Finnish, but as luck, or the Lord would have it, there happened to be another Finnish lady, a member, passing through Warsaw, attending today also. What are the odds?

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We hope you remember that we know the Church is true, the Book is blue, and we Love you.

 A pretty little city we happened upon where we stopped for fuel

Christmas lights are still on

In case you forgot what a bridge looks like

New year, new outlook

This is the fourth time I've sat down to type. If you've been looking for some indicator that we yet live, I'm sorry. We do.

We made the transition from Gdańsk to Warszawa at last, and tonight in our apartment we feel we can actually say we "live" in Warsaw. We've had stuff scattered in three places for the past six weeks so this marks us landing.

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We had the joy of another Gdańsk baptism this weekend, not in the sea, but in the only church font in Poland, which is in Warsaw. Adam decided to be baptized after seeing the font last month. Tonight we returned from his confirmation in sacrament meeting in Gdańsk. What joy as he witnessed that he has been looking for God since he was a child, and it turned out, God was always with him, he just didn't know it. As soon as he read the first chapter of the Book of Mormon he knew it was the word of God and it would help him be a better person. The opposition of family and friends has solidified his resolve and faith.

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We have been saying goodbye these weeks to the beloved Małachowskis who returned to England last week after their mission in the office. The large hole they left is now filled with us. For our part, we get to be uplifted daily by interacting with all the missionaries in the country as well as with our President and Sister Chandler. Though it's hard to explain the special relationship with the young missionaries when it's only you and them in a remote city.

I've said before, change is part of missionary life, and we've got sufficient of it. There's been lots of doings, but you'll have to take my word on that cuz I ain't writing any more tonight or there will be a fifth time starting with no finish. 

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Let's see what pictures we've got...

 I've documented the seasons weekly from our Gdańsk apartment balcony. 

For the first time this winter there was snow. It came on December 28! 

(It was gone on the 29th)

One of the many people who love Jean. 

New Year's Eve was freezing, but required one last visit to the sea. 

"Bro, I thought you were gonna be in the 3 Kings parade."

"Yeah, didn't you see the camels?"

"I saw one camel. Were you on the camel??"

"Eh, not exactly... I was a camel's rear hump."

"Oh."

 For ten months, every Saturday we were at the home of Ola cutting mountains of onions and other savory fare to go into the soup cauldron. Ola noticed that I always went for this knife out of the dozens. She began setting it aside for me. As we said goodbye, she made a precious gift of it.

Our first Saturday away, there the knife sat. Ready to work.

Small things - 2019 Christmas

What's wrong with this picture?

Here it is Christmas Adam (tomorrow's Christmas Eve) and this is our small tree. At the pinnacle of decorating, Jean had nine trees ready for Christmas by now, with ornaments enough for four more. 

We returned to our apartment in Gdańsk from our trying to grasp all that departing Elder and Sister Małachowski know about running the mission office in Warsaw. After a few final days here for Christmas we'll return to Warsaw for good. The four-hour drive back and forth and living in three places at once has pushed aside what have been the normal activities of the season.

(The other wrong thing you noticed with this picture is the bottle of milk on the balcony. As a welcome home after two weeks we found that our fridge was cold only in the dead sense. We're so lucky it happened at this time of year when outside it's a steady 3° C—perfect to chill milk)

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 Jean loved that some child thought to cheer us all by adding their small decoration to the apartment building elevator.

More elaborate, but no more important decorations are setup at the Wilanów palace which is not far from the Mission Home. President and Sister Chandler hosted half the missionaries on each of two days at their home. The nine hours of speaking and music and food in that homey environment seemed like minutes as they addressed head-on that missionaries rightfully are missing home.

As they, then we, reflected on the Christmases that are most memorable, it was obvious that the acts for others stick most. After 18 or 19 years of Christmas being "What am I going to get?" it can become "What am I going to give?"
Beyond that, what small things can I give "of" not just "from" myself.

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 At the Oliwa cathedral in Gdańsk we were lucky to enjoy a very good performance of The Messiah. The relatively small space and excellent diminutive orchestra with talented soloists brought us the powerful emotions of that work we love.

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The Church branch in Warsaw is unique in all of Poland. There are over 100 people attending weekly.
We were there for the Children's sacrament meeting program. Two children at a time approached the podium; the first said their part in Polish, the second said it in English. The children sang each song in Polish, then repeated it in English. Little kids are amazingly adaptive.

For our Gdańsk Christmas sacrament meeting we sang and heard Christmas hymns with individuals' sharing their thoughts on each, ending, as appropriate, with Silent Night.

Edit out the 7 missionaries and it's obvious our little branch is quite different from where we are going to be.  

With the driving back and forth and general busy craziness, 

these weeks have reminded us how much our hearts have grown to

💗 GDAŃSK

Ever learning

We're lucky that the blessing of never-ending learning is such a part of our lives right now. We get that learning accelerated sometimes by experiences, but also from people who have something to share. In the past couple of weeks we've had a flood of the latter. 

This generation of (young) missionaries seems uniquely skilled at using social media tools for reaching more of our Father's children who are seeking to know more of Him. We had two brothers from the Church area office talk to the missionaries about how to transition a Facebook connection to a face-to-face connection. Though we can reach millions, the teaching of the gospel and testimony of the Holy Ghost has to happen one person at a time.

We get to interact regularly with our regional Seminaries and Institutes coordinator Henri Kosak. When we're really lucky, we get to have him visit and teach. He attended a YSA Christmas get-together in Warsaw this week. The first instructions from Jesus when he visited His flock in the Americas were to: arise; come to Him; thrust their hand in His side; feel, that they may know.

How do I do that daily?

(3 Nephi 11:14)

Elder Kopischke of the Seventy and area presidency uplifted the missionaries and members with his insights on experimenting with the word constantly. He reminded missionaries that our faith does not change another person's agency, no matter how diligent, or prayerful, or faithful we are. 

He compared this small group of 40 among 40 million to Oliver Granger in that "his sacrifice shall be more sacred unto me than his increase, saith the Lord."

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 In the basement garage of our apartment building, as we hurried to church last Sunday, we met Santa Claus and one of his elves. 1300 Santas road their motorcycles through the city encouraging people to donate for poor children for Christmas.

He is one of our most friendly neighbors, though all those we have met in our building are really nice and also willing to speak English with us.

This might appear to be just two festive, awesome missionaries, which they are, but it requires a little more explanation.

As you know, we serve in Gdańsk where we help in the small branch and also with the young adults throughout Poland. We love both of those assignments. Three months ago the couple serving in the mission office had a health scare which threatened to send them home early. We happened to be with the president around this time and told him we'd be happy to fill in at the office if that became necessary. Fortunately the health issue was resolved and the couple is feeling great and able to complete their mission as planned, on January 15th, so crisis averted. Then December began with still no replacement couple assigned. Thus, we are training with the departing office couple to fill that roll now and it may be that we stay in that roll or that we pass our training on to a couple arriving in February. We are happy either way, as in "the hour and the day is not given unto them, wherefore let them act upon this land as for years, and this shall turn unto them for their good" (D&C 51:17).

Oh, what about those Elders? Right!

 We are staying in Warsaw at an apartment previously occupied by Elders (whoosh, in Jean's vernacular) and these two met us late to give us the key. They wore those hats to brighten our night. Success.

So many bridges, so little space to share them.