Thank you for the wonderful package. I loved reading about your experience in Boston. I hope I can go there someday. You and dad looked really happy in the pictures, too.
I'm glad that the girls are having a good time in school. I'm not surprised about B., ha ha. He loves playing. I'm glad that he loves books. They are a form of play.
I wish I could eat some of the bounty of your garden. I'm glad that you have had a successful year.
It's interesing how hardened people can become to their fellow man. I've read a lot of Book of Mormon verses that talk about helping the poor. In fact, one covenants to do so when one is baptized.
Speaking of baptism, we had one this last week. His name is Issac, and he is a nine year old Laotian boy. His parents are members, but they are less active. So, our work with this family was bringing everyone back to the church. They have been coming regularly to church now, and they are doing very well. There used to be a Laotian branch in Santa Rosa, but it was disbanded years ago. That is why many of these families had a hard time coming back to church. The family feels very loved and supported, though. Issac's father was able to baptize him and confirm him yesterday. It was a special experience to be in the circle.
I also had the opportunity to give a talk in Sacrament Meeting with Elder Cartwright. The Spirit was so strong, and we were able to earn more trust from the ward. I love the members. They are so supportive, and I think we will have more baptisms because of the missionary work that they will do.
My talk was on John 14:26. I learned so much while I was preparing for it. I was asked to focus on the spirit of remembrance. I realized that revelation and inspiration can be given to us through this spirit. When we make new connections, we are being helped by the Spirit. During hard times, the Spirit can bring us comfort through our memories of past spiritual experiences and tender mercies. Since I have been out on my mission, I have been able to remember more of the confirming witnesses that I have had as a youth. They have made me more confident and bold. Whenever we have challenges, that is one thing we can ask for.
I'm growing so much. I'm grateful for how God is molding me. I feel His fingerprints on my soul.
I have a couple of requests, if you wouldn't mind. Could you send me some CDs? My requests are some classical music and anything by Paul Cardell. He has a set called "Hymns" that I would love. There is also a CD called "Nearer" that has some good versions of hymns, too.
I love you. Tell Dad I love him.
Love,
Elder Williams
Elder Williams, Issac Pomsyda, Liam Pomsyda, Elder Cartwright
Greetings from Boston,
Well, actually I'm home now, but just wanted to say that.
I'll tell you about our trip if you are willing to listen. It started off with
at the SLC airport where I talked to a couple of missionaries! One was an Elder
Williams, so I just had to say hi. They were flying to the MTC in South
America. It was fun to wish them well and tell them that I had a missionary in
the field.
I made my pilgrimage to Walden. During the plane ride, I
reread some highlights of Walden, Emerson essay's, and a little by Louisa May
Alcott. Walden isn't a sacred place but it is very special--- to me anyways.
The Alcott home was neat. I could imagine their sweet family making bread,
doing dishes, and discussing ideals. It was a lovely experience. We also toured
the Seven Gable home of Nathaniel Hawthorne fame. I love his books: The Scarlet Letter, Tanglewood Tales, and The House of Seven Gables. He was a friend of the Alcott's,
Emerson, and Thoreau. What an incredible group of people.
We visited Plymouth and toured a museum devoted to the
Pilgrims. They had some really great artifacts dating from the 1620's which I
found so interesting. I'm glad so many things were preserved for us to learn
about them and how they lived. More importantly though was their dedication to
God, freedom, and family. What strong, stalwart individuals to cross an ocean
and carve out a life in an unknown wilderness. I admire their audacity and
hutzpah. Next, we drove up into Cape Cod
and had a lovely evening their admiring the Atlantic Ocean and the bay.
Boston is a great city. I love the juxtaposition of the old
and new: sleek, shiny skyscrapers against stone and wood churches. We can see
where men show their devotion now---to money, wealth, and power as they erect
monuments of metal unto themselves. Our culture has truly shifted from a
God-fearing people to one dedicated to consumerism. I guess I'm a bit
disheartened about the direction of society, but must keep hope alive. I did
see a glimmer of goodness from a group of Mennonite's. They were in downtown
Boston singing hymns of praise to God and passing out little pamphlets. They
are a plain and simple people who seem so quaint and rustic. But they are
sincerely living their religion and it was beautiful to see. As a contrast, for
lunch we ate at an Irish outdoor pub and were "entertained" by a very
boisterous guy describing his drunken exploits and how he got away with it. He
was so proud of the fact that he beat his DUI charge and how funny the
destruction he caused was---running into a porch and wrecking his car.
Interesting contrast.
I thought a lot about you and how you are faced with the
same challenge of trying to share the good news of the gospel which falls on
deaf ears. People are caught up in the day and forget about eternity. It seems
like such a waste of time---the race of life to get more, buy more, have more.
I guess that's why I love my friends in Concord - Emerson and Thoreau- because
they spoke against the pragmatic goal of "getting ahead" and tuned
people into ideals.
We took a subway to Harvard and walked around the grounds a
bit. I was intimidated, but envious. I want to be brilliant -- a scholar and
contribute something extraordinary to society. It is such an appealing
enticement to be recognized and praised; however, the applauding of man only
lasts for a moment. I'm like a Mennonite--plain and simple and quiet. I hope in
my quiet way I can do the Lord's will and turn my life over to Him. The true
way is to seek for God and find truth. This is the path of courage.
On the way to and from Boston, I spoke to my seat-mates. One
was a man from Boston going home and he has lived all over the world. He's had
many experiences, lived many cultures, and been successful. But he spoke of
realizing his need for something more. He is going to volunteer at St. Jude's
hospital and help terminal children---maybe read books, or play games with
them. I thought it was profound that he has realized that living life isn't
just living it for yourself. Living fully is serving your fellowman. On the way
home I sat buy a kid who was coming home from a hiking trip he took to Iceland.
He was reading The Brothers Karamazov
by Dostoevsky. I was so happy to find a fellow reader. We had a good discussion
about Russian Literature. He was from Missoula, Montana, works in a bakery
producing bread, and explores the outdoors. It made me realize that everyone is
interesting and has a story.
We had a good time. It is nice to be back home to my garden
and my home and my family. I hope you are doing well and learning about what
really matters in life and what is really true.
With love,
Mom



