home MTC– best idea ever

Almost three weeks in and it’s going far too quickly.

Gabe has his schedule: 6:30 AM wake up, workout (I run with him, unless he’s lifting weights with his amazing companion who lives only a mile away), personal study, 9 AM class, a five minute break in there and he comes and finds me for a hug. At noon, Grandpa Fritz arrives for personal German tutoring with Gabe. They read scriptures, Grandpa explains grammar, he tells stories.

Oh, the stories!

Fritz tells Gabe all the stories of his childhood in Berlin. The summer they wore nothing but swimsuits because his only shirt and shorts were reserved for church, worrying about his Jewish friends, seeking refuge in bomb shelters, the first time he tasted chocolate, coming home to find their apartment occupied by Russians, watching his sister eat a whole onion because she was so hungry….

And through these stories, he’s teaching Gabe the German language, one word, one phrase, one story at a time.

It’s an extraordinary gift.

The afternoons are filled with companion study and personal study (often with his companion in person), , practicing the piano and studying vocabulary. Mary lays on the floor with him and reads flash cards out loud, until Gabe goes back to class at 5:45 PM. He sits in his bedroom in front of Erik’s old laptop with headphones, a plate of sliced peppers and a grin that can’t be wiped off his face.

At 8:45 PM he waltzes downstairs to recruit family members to go on a walk. We joke, “You wanted a missionary, now you have to walk him every night.” while we scramble for shoes and head out into the dark. Sometimes we simply circle the block, other nights, the entire neighborhood.

Our strolls are leisurely and chatty, not just with each other as we share all the news of the day, but with friends and neighbors who we inevitably meet on the way.

Every walk, every story, every hug, every meal, every flashcard, is a gift. Everything we thought might be hard about home MTC– not swimming, avoiding movies, music and TV, deactivating his phone and his social life, leaving him for a vacation– was resolved effortlessly. He’s with us for home church, to admire baby Fritz, to go on cookouts in the canyon on P-days. He’s here.

The night he was set apart, Gabe made a clear distinction from his past life to his missionary life. He’s embraced it wholeheartedly with enthusiasm and determination. We’ve left him with Grandpa Fritz while we water-skied; his friend Steven (Elder Blodgett headed to Adriatic North, Russian speaking) came for a weekend while both families went camping.

At the end of each day (around 9:57 PM), we kneel and pray and say good night. And every night, I’m grateful for one more night at home with my sweet boy.

All over the world, missionaries are adjusting to home MTC, to reassignments, to teaching on Zoom while in quarantine, to spend time mowing lawns and pulling weeds rather than teaching about Jesus. They’re serving any and every way they can with grace and humor and gratitude. The future of the world may seem frightening right now, but watch the youth, we are in good hands.

July 21, 2020
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  1. Elizabeth

    July 31, 2020

    Home MTC is wonderful! My nephew did it at my mom’s house (a month after my dad suddenly died). It was such a win-win situation as my nephew was able to do it in a quiet house (he is the oldest of 7 children) and my mom needed feeling the extra spirit that accompanies Home MTC. Also, I believe I’ve met Elder Blodgett (who really is quite the talented warrior). His mother is very good friends with my best friend from high school. It is a wonderful, small world! As always, love your writing.

  2. Anne Marie

    August 7, 2020

    I LOVE all the smiles here!! Thanks so much for sharing those thoughts and experiences. Absolutely amazing! I just love that his Grandpa gets to be part of this too. Sending hugs, my friend

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