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Baptismal Date!

Hey guys!

This week was really pretty good.

We found a cool investigator, so Elder Weber helps us out on Skype teaching him since he speaks a different language. I got to go on exchange with Elder Oliphant one last time, which was fun. That exchange though, I was just pooped. I went to bed at 8. I could barely keep my eyes open. Exhaustion is coming more and more frequently, which is great! That means I’m still workin’!

We had Zone Conference with Elder Adler, an area seventy, which was great. I really liked it.

I’ve been trying to make a new plan of consecration for before and after the mission, so I’ve been studying that a lot. And that was roughly the topic of ZoCo as well.

Also, a missionary had been really struggling with feelings of worthiness about things he had already repented off and as far as I know, weren’t actually that big of a deal anyway, but he was just really beating himself up about it. We had been trying to help him. And then Elder Adler started his talk by saying “I hadn’t planned to say this, but I feel I need to tell you all that..” and then went on to explain that we just need to move on when we’ve made a mistake, and not dwell on it anymore, and the only one that wants us to do that is the adversary. It was crazy how fitting what he said was. That missionary really needed to hear that. I thought that was really neat, and I want to be that in tune with the Spirit in the future so that I can help people more.

Probably the most exciting news of the week is that we put R on baptismal date! He is this Chinese guy that came to church with some BYU students a few weeks ago. I haven’t talked much about him, because we always taught him when I was on exchanges, so I didn’t really know him that well. But we had a fantastic lesson with him, and he is just the nicest guy. He doesn’t have much of a Christian background, which means we have to clarify everything. We set the date for June 19, which is really soon. We decided to do it that soon because we have to do a tough balancing act. He is going back to China in 4-5 months. You are not allowed to get baptized in China. So his only chance to be a member is here. They have wards there, you just can’t join them unless you come back to China a member. So, that means that we want to give him as much experience being a member here as possible, so he is as strong as possible when he goes back. So of course, we want to make sure he understands his covenants as well, but we are going a little faster than usual. Hopefully it works out. He already is socially converted, because he loves the BYU students, who are really awesome. They all live in the same building, and they pray with him and read the scriptures with him, and have him over for dinner and everything, so he’s really solid that way.

Sorry, I have no more time… 😦

Love you guys!

Elder Greaves


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This last week was, in general, pretty lame.

There were some bright spots – we got to meet President Fingerle at a Zone Conference, and he is great.

But this week all of our investigators went out of town (or at least that’s what it felt like). We got some very bad news this week. Apparently, 3 members are going out of town, 2 of them for 6 weeks. (O and A, and M).This is a major problem, since they have referred all of their friends, and we have very little time to help them. If they aren’t here, those friends won’t get baptized for a long time. Frustrating, but maybe it’s just to push us to work even harder with them to get them ready to go before the members leave. In a ward of nine, those three were literally our only viable joint teaches in our city. We will have no one that speaks English. I’m honestly pretty worried about it, and I’m trying to figure out how we can not just completely shut down when they leave.

Well, I do enjoy a challenge.

This week was “Tag der offenen Tür”, [Open Door Day] so there were 14 people at church outside of the normal 9. Not all of them are investigators, but some of them have potential. That was a fun day. M and A came, which was great because I haven’t seen them in FOREVER. I can’t remember if I mentioned the Mongolian family before. Their daughter, 13-year-old Y, is ridiculously cool, and has a ton of potential. We got them to church, which is a miracle in itself, but hopefully we can slowly start to help Y really investigate.

Today we went to Berlin, and found this awesome thrift store with a ton of cool punk rock stuff. I bought an original 70’s shirt that is pretty crazy, but I’m just gonna make some ties out of it. I’ll send a picture.

"I would take a picture wearing this, if it were in any way appropriate."

“I would take a picture wearing this, if it were in any way appropriate.”

I honestly felt really inspired from the zone conference. Lately, I have felt frustrated with the lack of progress we have been seeing in the area. That’s really not true. We have been seeing progress, I’m just getting baptism itchy. There are just so many that are so close to making that step that I’m getting cranky.

But the point is, I’ve felt like I wasn’t reaching my full potential. I started trying my best to become good enough to have success. AND NOTHING HAPPENED. It was really ticking me off, and then during ZoCo, I remembered how I was earlier in my mission, when I was setting goals for my whole life. Not just to consecrate myself for the duration of my mission, but how to consecrate myself continually my whole life long. And I realized that I have recently lost sight of that. I was trying to be ‘good enough’ and not trying to be the ‘best I can be’. It reminded me of a talk I really liked when I was younger.

Vaughn J. Featherstone retold a story in Oct. 1973.

“No one in our Utah town knew where the Countess had come from; her carefully precise English indicated that she was not a native American. From the size of her house and staff we knew that she must be wealthy, but she never entertained and she made it clear that when she was at home she was completely inaccessible. Only when she stepped outdoors did she become at all a public figure–and then chiefly to the small fry of the town, who lived in awe of her.

The countess always carried a cane, not only for support, but as a means of chastising any youngster she thought needed disciplining. And at one time or another most of the kids in our neighborhood seemed to display that need. By running fast and staying alert, I had managed to keep out of her reach. But one day when I was about thirteen, as I was short-cutting through her hedge, she got close enough to rap my head with her stick.

‘Ouch!’ I yelled, jumping a couple of feet.

‘Young man, I want to talk to you,’ she said. I was expecting a lecture on the evils of trespassing, but as she looked at me, half smiling, she seemed to change her mind.

‘Don’t you live in that green house with the willow trees in the next block?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’ …

‘Good. I’ve lost my gardener. Be at my house Thursday morning at seven, and don’t tell me you have something else to do; I’ve seen you slouching around on Thursdays.’

When the Countess gave an order, it was carried out. I didn’t dare not come on that next Thursday. I went over the whole lawn three times with a mower before she was satisfied, and then she had me down on all fours looking for weeds until my knees were as green as the grass. She finally called me up to the porch.

‘Well, young man, how much do you want for your day’s work?’

‘I don’t know. Fifty cents, maybe.’

‘Is that what you figure you’re worth?”

‘Yes’m. About that.’

‘Very well. Here’s the fifty cents you say you’re worth, and here’s the dollar and a half more that I’ve earned for you by pushing you. Now I’m going to tell you something about how you and I are going to work together. There are as many ways of mowing a lawn as there are people, and they may be worth anywhere from a penny to five dollars. Let’s say that a three-dollar job would be just what you have done today, except that you’d have to be something of a fool to spend that much time on a lawn. A five-dollar lawn is–well, it’s impossible, so we’ll forget about that. Now then, each week I’m going to pay you according to your own evaluation of your work.

I left with my two dollars, richer than I remembered being in my whole life, and determined that I would get four dollars out of her the next week. But I failed to reach even the three dollar mark. My will began to falter the second time around her yard.

‘Two dollars again,’ eh? That kind of job puts you right on the edge of being dismissed, young man.’

‘Yes’m. But I’ll do better next week.’

And somehow I did. The last time around the lawn I was exhausted, but I found I could spur myself on. In the exhilaration of that new feeling, I had no hesitation in asking the Countess for three dollars.

Each Thursday for the next four or five weeks, I varied between a three-and a three-and-a-half dollar job. The more I became more acquainted with her lawn, places where the ground was a little high or a little low, places where it needed to be clipped short or left long on the edges to make a more satisfying curve along the garden, the more I became aware of just what a four-dollar lawn would consist of. And each week I would resolve to do just that kind of a job. But by the time I had made my three dollar or three and-a-half dollar mark I was too tired to remember even having had the ambition to go beyond that.

‘You look like a good consistent $3.50 man,’ she would say as she handed me the money.

‘I guess so’ I would say, too happy at the sight of the money to remember that I had shot for something higher.

‘Well, don’t feel too bad,’ she would comfort me. ‘After all, there are only a handful of people in the world who could do a four-dollar job.’

And her words were a comfort at first, but then, without my noticing what was happening, her comfort became an irritant that made me resolve to do that four-dollar job, even if it killed me. In the fever of my resolve, I could see myself expiring on her lawn, with the Countess leaning over me, handing me the four dollars with a tear in her eye, begging my forgiveness for having thought I couldn’t do it.

It was in the middle of such a fever, one Thursday night when I was trying to forget the day’s defeat and get some sleep, that the truth hit me so hard that I sat upright, half choking in my excitement. It was the five-dollar job I had to do, not the four-dollar one! I had to do the job that no one could do because it was impossible.

I was well acquainted with the difficulties ahead. I had the problem, for example, of doing something about the worm mounds in the lawn. The Countess might not even have noticed them yet, they were so small; but in my bare feet I knew about them and I had to do something about them. And I could go on trimming the garden edges with shears, but I knew that a five-dollar lawn demanded that I line up each edge exactly with a yard stick and then trim it precisely with the edger. And there were other problems that only I and my bare feet knew about.

I started the next Thursday by ironing out the worm mounds with a heavy roller. After two hours of that I was ready to give up for the day. Nine o’clock in the morning, and my will was already gone! It was only by accident that I discovered how to regain it. Sitting under a walnut tree for a few minutes after finishing the rolling, I fell asleep. When I woke up minutes later, the lawn looked so good and felt so good under my feet, I was anxious to get on with the job.

I followed this secret for the rest of the day, dozing for a few minutes every hour to regain my perspective and replenish my strength. Between naps, I mowed four times, two times lengthwise, two times across, until the lawn looked like a green velvet checkerboard. Then I dug around every tree, crumbling the big clods and smoothing the soil with my hands, then finished with the edger, meticulously lining up each stroke so that the effect would be perfectly symmetrical. And I carefully trimmed the grass between the flagstones of the front walk. The shears wore my fingers raw, but the walk never looked better.

Finally about eight o’clock that evening … it was all completed. I was so proud I didn’t even feel tired when I went up to her door.

‘Well, what is it today?’ she asked.

‘Five dollars,’ I said, trying for a little calm and sophistication.

‘Five dollars? You mean four dollars, don’t you? I told you that a five-dollar lawn job isn’t possible.’

‘Yes it is. I just did it.’

‘Well, young man, the first five-dollar lawn in history certainly deserves some looking around.’

We walked about the lawn together in the light of evening, and even I was quite overcome by the impossibility of what I had done.

‘Young man,’ she said, putting her hand on my shoulder, ‘what on earth made you do such a crazy, wonderful thing?’

I didn’t know why, but even if I had, I could not have explained it in the excitement of hearing that I had done it.

‘I think I know,’ she continued, ‘how you felt when this idea first came to you of caring for a lawn that I told you was impossible. It made you very happy when it first came, then a little frightened. Am I right?’

She could see she was right by the startled look on my face.

‘I know how you felt, because the same thing happens to almost everyone. They feel this sudden burst in them of wanting to do some great thing. They feel a wonderful happiness, but then it passes because they have said, “No, I can’t do that. It’s impossible.” Whenever something in you says, “It’s impossible,” remember to take a careful look and see if it isn’t really God asking you to grow an inch, or a foot, or a mile, that you may come to a fuller life.’ …

Since that time, some 25 years ago, when I have felt myself at an end with nothing before me, suddenly, with the appearance of that word, ‘impossible,’ I have experienced the unexpected lift, the leap inside me, and known that the only possible way lay through the very middle of impossible.”

I have no idea where I first heard this talk. I thought it was from a recent general conference. But no. Maybe some very inspired young men’s leader shared it with me. All I know is, this story has continually inspired me throughout my life. It’s always stuck with me. And today, it’s helped me once again.

I realized I was trying to be a 4 dollar missionary. And I was constantly falling short, and getting angry, and trying again, and again falling short. But I was reminded at zone conference that I don’t even want a 4, because I’m going for a 5. It’s not about being good enough, it’s about being better than I thought I could be. And this isn’t honestly even about the mission. I don’t have a goal of being a 5 dollar missionary, I want to be a 5 dollar man. It isn’t hard to do everything you have to. But when I remember that I have potentially another 70 years to live, I see I have a lot of time to grow, and I want to use it. So I’m just grateful for the reminder.

Elder Allen is doing good. He’s already a good missionary, and we are really trying to make sure this a companionship, and not a trainer and trainee. He’s awesome, and I love him. Hopefully, we will have another transfer together after this one.

I hope you have had a great week.

Love, Elder Greaves

P.s. Thank you so much for the hump day package! It was awesome!

2015-07-10 Berlin Zone Conference

Elder Greaves is in the third row, directly behind the girl in the black and white dress. Yes, he is making a goofy face. 🙂