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Holding to the Iron Rod in Germany

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Hey guys

This week was really good, despite the fact that we were running around all over the place all week.

The first chunk of the week was spent preparing for zone training meeting, which went well. We asked some sisters to teach a lesson on baptism, a senior couple to teach about the Restoration, and then we taught a lesson about how our main goal should be getting the Spirit in our lessons, not what we are teaching.

We illustrated this by asking one of my favorite missionaries, Elder Halbleib, to come up front. As we talked, he had to eat as many tortilla chips as he could. He had to do pushups while we looked up scriptures, and jumping jacks while others answered questions.


So then (at least the idea was) he was super thirsty. We started a roleplay in which we pretended our goal was to get Elder Halbleib to try some “Juice” for himself. We extolled it’s virtues, then handed him an empty glass, and asked him to drink from it that night. He said he would, but then we came back and he hadn’t. So we gave him a different glass.

We would pause the roleplay and go do “weekly planning” and plan a lesson for him, in which we decided on which glass to give him. Eventually, we decided to give him the juice. Then, of course, he could drink it.

The analogy was that we as missionaries sometimes really struggle to figure out that perfect lesson plan. We just throw doctrine at them and hope something sticks. And we do need to teach the doctrine – after all, it holds the juice. But we have to focus on giving them a taste of what the Spirit is like before they can learn to feel it on their own. And something that Elder Weber and I have really hit on is the that the biggest secret to having the Spirit there is wanting it there; if we are constantly trying to get it there, we get ourselves out of the way.

Then we gave them a pump up speech (my favorite). We used a picture of one of our favorite quotes from conference: “Most folks are about as happy as they make their minds up to be”.

The idea was pretty simple, but I think it’s pretty special too.

We introduced this formula: if there is something in your life you don’t like doing, consider whether or not this is a good thing to do. Obviously, stop doing it if it is not. If it’s good, and you are sure of it, do it in a different way to make you love it. If it comes to the point that you just have to square your shoulders and do it, and you can’t do it any differently, and you’re supposed to do it, and you are still unhappy with it, then the only thing left to change is your attitude.

Example: You don’t want to go Mutual, because it’s boring and your friends aren’t there. You know you are supposed to go to Mutual. Instead of griping about it every Tuesday, suggest activities you actually want to do, and bring. your. friends.

Another: You hate going home/visiting teaching. It’s awkward. It’s boring. Your families see it as a much of a chore as you do. Step 1: You must do your home teaching. You promise in your temple recommend interviews that you fulfill your callings, after all. Step 2: Try planning lessons in a way that is engaging for you and the family. Plan specifically for each family. Look for chances to serve. Step 3: You still aren’t enjoying it. Ask yourself, “Why am I asked to do this?” Gain a testimony of home teaching. Study about, pray for, and develop charity for your families. Take interest in their lives. Eventually, I promise that the Lord will help you actually enjoy it. We can be like the people of Nephi in the time of Moroni, surrounded by war on every side, arguably one of the most difficult times in their history. In Alma 50:23, it says that there “never was a happier time among the people of Nephi”. This is the blessing that comes to those that are “truly humble seekers of happiness”, as was Ammon.

Saturday was eventful. They asked us and the other zone leaders up north to come to a stake training day. We were there to answer questions about missionary rules and policies which was not fun because the members don’t like some of the policies. You know what’s great though? The Spirit. The Spirit is great.

In other news, Elder Weber is getting transferred, which is super lame. We didn’t see it coming at all – actually, president told us we would stay together. I’m really sad. I enjoyed serving with him a lot, and we were really hitting our groove.

But it was a good time with him. This new companion is named Elder Wiersdorf – he’ll probably be my last one.

Sorry, I didn’t talk about people all that much this week, but they are all doing great.

Have a great week!

Elder Greaves


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This last week was awesome, though a little strange.

March 2016

                  Mission Leadership Council

Hey guys!

Monday through Thursday, we were super busy just planning for Zone Training Meeting, which is kind of comparable to a stake conference. We had to plan all the different lessons and activities, set goals, etc., etc. The problem is, Elder Weber and are a little nuts, and a little too old – we’ve had approximately a shmillion ztm’s, and we’ve seen it all. They all run together. You show up, opening song, prayer, 3 hours of missionaries talking at you, and then closing prayer. So we did something very different.

They all run together. You show up, opening song, prayer, 3 hours of missionaries talking at you, and then closing prayer. So we did something very different.

You show up, opening song, prayer, 3 hours of missionaries talking at you, and then closing prayer. So we did something very different.

First off, we abandoned the traditional lesson thing for something much cooler: competitions! We had everyone get into teams and compete to see who could use the most scriptures, who could ask the best questions. Names such as Mocab Golf, Scripture Tennis, Question Baseball, were used. Fun was had.

We introduced our zone goals, which usually don’t matter to anyone, so we basically just challenged the whole zone to make and do a WunderWoche®. So we are doing that all together this week! We are super excited – because the other missionaries are super excited. They have a lot of great ideas.

Then we shared with them probably one of my favorite scripture stories EVER. I have no idea how I haven’t shared with you this story yet. It’s actually about a guy named Caleb!

His story starts in Numbers: Moses and the 12 tribes of Israel escape Egypt. They are taken straight to the promise land – they arrive in 40 days. Only, when they get there, they are surprised to find that there are already tribes living there- the Canaanites, for example. They need to go figure out what to do, so each tribe sends a spy – Joshua (who took over for Moses later) and Caleb among them. The 12 spies come back and make their report: The first 10 all say the same thing:

“The land is beautiful, the soil rich, but those guys are HUUGE! There is NO WAY we’re getting this promised land!”

The people start to get angry and scared.

30 And Caleb stilled the people before Moses, and said, Let us go up at once, and possess it; for we are well able to overcome it. (Numbers 13).

And Joshua and Caleb bear testimony that they can do it with the Lord’s help. But, as we know, the House of Israel was pretty bad most of the time, and they are so afraid, they try to stone Joshua and Caleb.

In response, the Lord promises that they will wander the desert for 40 years. They would not enter the promised land until every single adult died, and their children were the only ones left – that is, except for Caleb and and Joshua. They are the only ones who would get to see it. Also, Caleb was promised a choice piece of land when the time came.

Fast forward to 40 years later, and the Israelites have indeed taken the promised land. Now they are divvying it all up. Forward comes old Caleb:

7 Forty years old was I when Moses the servant of the Lord sent me from Kadesh-barnea to espy out the land; and I brought him word again as it was in mine heart.

8 Nevertheless my brethren that went up with me made the heart of the people melt: but I wholly followed the Lord my God.

9 And Moses sware on that day, saying, Surely the land whereon thy feet have trodden (a mountain called Hebron) shall be thine inheritance, and thy children’s for ever, because thou hast wholly followed the Lord my God.

10 And now, behold, the Lord hath kept me alive, as he said, these forty and five years, even since the Lord spake this word unto Moses, while the children of Israel wandered in the wilderness: and now, lo, I am this day fourscore and five years old. (That’s right, 85 years old) (Joshua 14).

And now we see Caleb’s attitude towards hardship:

11 As yet I am as strong this day as I was in the day that Moses sent me: as my strength was then, even so is my strength now, for war, both to go out, and to come in.

12 Now therefore give me this mountain, whereof the Lord spake in that day; for thou heardest in that day how the Anakims were there, and that the cities were great and fenced: if so be the Lord will be with me, then I shall be able to drive them out, as the Lord said.

I just love that: Give me this mountain! The man was 85 years old, and the piece of land he was supposed to get was crawling with infidels. It wasn’t safe! But he was given a promise from the Lord that he would get this mountain, this trial, and he would get through it. He didn’t want an easier spot, he didn’t want someone to do the hard work for him, he wanted his mountain, and he trusted in his God.

I think this is a special attitude towards trials, and something everyone can learn from. Sometimes, we try so hard to avoid anything painful, anything difficult, anything trying, that we forget that’s exactly why we are here.

As missionaries (and this is what we talked about) if we try to limit the amount of times someone gets angry at us, there’s a really effective way to do that. It’s a solution a few missionaries turn to – namely, just not talking to anyone. This isn’t because they have less ability, or they are weaker, they were called because they could do it. But they have the wrong perspective. Why do we go to college if it’s hard? Why do we go running if we don’t want to? Why do people climb mountains, if the only thing you really get is sore legs? Because it’s good. Simple – It’s good. We learn. We grow. We gain new knowledge.

Elder Ballard said once,

“When you come to recognize the hand of the Lord in the work, you can look out the window, see the cold, wet rain, and think “YES! I get to be persecuted ALL DAY!”

And that’s what it takes. Elder Eyring gave a talk once on the power of praying for trials. I can’t even tell you how many companions I’ve freaked out by telling them I think that’s a good idea, but it’s true! We get stretched and pulled out of measure, and we come back stronger!

That’s what we told the missionaries, and then we actually climbed a legitimate mountain, which was definitely something no one has ever done in a meeting here before, as far as I’m aware.

It was awesome.

This week is going to be great!

Have fun!

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. 🙂