Sometime today, my Ben’s darling face will flash up on a computer screen at church headquarters and a small committee will search for inspiration on where to send him for the next two years. You can read about the process here or listen to it while you do the dishes here.
I know of no other religion where missionaries not only pay their own way, but go whereever they are sent. We Mormons are such funny people.
Take a dart, throw it at a map of the world (if you hit an ocean, scoot to the nearest bit of land) Ben could go ANYWHERE. And I’m not sure if I’m more worried about him going somewhere far-flung and dangerous like Pakistan or just a little too close to home like Boise, Idaho.
Whereever it is, I know it will be the right place. I’m not sure if I had that faith a month ago. But today I feel calm and peaceful.
And next Wednesday the call will arrive in our mailbox. I’ve already learned a few tricks– if the postage is more than a dollar we know it’s a foreign mission– and I’m sure we’ll be pacing the doorstep until Ben drives home from BYU to open it himself. Come over if you like, we’ll have pumpkin cookies and cider.
So take a guess, where do you think Ben will go? My only hint is that both Erik and his dad went to Helsinki, Finland. And if you read or listen to the talk on how they call missionaries I’d love to hear your thoughts on that (especially if you are one of my not-so-LDS friends). Do we Mormons seem crazy to you? Quitting jobs, delaying college, leaving girlfriends, spending masses of money for a two-year stint of preaching and service?