<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:00:01.214-07:00</updated><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>The Mission Club</title><subtitle type='html'>"Called To Scrap" A blog about LDSscrap's Mission Club. Share stories about your LDS mission. Let us know where you served or where your children are serving. Share ideas of how to capture this great experience through scrapbooking and journaling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-9039936866393236904</id><published>2009-08-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:34:02.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wentworth Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; We studied The Wentworth Letter in Relief Society last Sunday. I knew that The Standard of Truth was a part of the letter, but had forgotten. The Standard of Truth was something I said every day as a missionary. Each morning as part of companionship study and at every meeting we would recite it and D&amp;amp;C Section 4. My husband's mission also recited something called My Missionary Commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We encourage you to find out how your missionary feels about these, or how you felt about them as a missionary and journal or scrapbook those feelings. Is the field white already to harvest or still a little green? Have they personally felt the persecutions that rage? They are such great principles to ponder and to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are at it you may want to find out your missionaries daily schedule. There are many routines to a missionaries life. Weekly letters, daily studies, and monthly meetings and transfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="397660"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;The Standard of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.emailcontact.com/bus_files/3515/nl/84236/397660_L.jpg?version=7" class="image" id="" style="margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 6px;" align="right" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"....the &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;Standard of Truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-9039936866393236904?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/9039936866393236904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=9039936866393236904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/9039936866393236904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/9039936866393236904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/wentworth-letter.html' title='The Wentworth Letter'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-6575043703598366841</id><published>2009-07-09T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:36:45.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear President....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SlZwjItBuhI/AAAAAAAAABo/gXZWJtxm7h4/s1600-h/Mission+Pres+Big+Double.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356592555737856530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SlZwjItBuhI/AAAAAAAAABo/gXZWJtxm7h4/s320/Mission+Pres+Big+Double.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nce&lt;/span&gt; a week every missionary writes a letter to the Mission President. We tell them how things are with our work, share any concerns, and give a reporting of our efforts. Usually I have no fear about sharing the experiences I have had on my mission, but I hold back a little when it comes to Mission Presidents. To sum it up neatly I struggled with my Mission President. He and I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; gaols and the same desires, we just disagreed on the method. I know that he was called to be a Mission President at that time. I always figured it was just for some one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat said, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; between Missionary and Mission President influences &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; mission. For the good or the bad. They are our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;priesthood&lt;/span&gt; leader, mentor, and parental figure. They set the tone of the whole mission. The tone of our mission was work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e encourage you to share the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; you had with your Mission President and also your Mission Mom. This months random kit is based on that theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-6575043703598366841?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6575043703598366841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=6575043703598366841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/6575043703598366841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/6575043703598366841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-president.html' title='Dear President....'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SlZwjItBuhI/AAAAAAAAABo/gXZWJtxm7h4/s72-c/Mission+Pres+Big+Double.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-5486496327022556430</id><published>2009-06-12T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:56:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t has been said, that if the church was not true, missionaries would have screwed it up a long time ago. There is truth in that. While missionaries are given that calling and mantle to serve, they are still human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talked about the 21 day promise that is currently floating around the Salt Lake City South Mission. We have participated in the challenge and had the missionaries follow up. At our follow up they encouraged us to do it again. (Encouraged is a key word here. In my day it was all about being direct. Example "Will you do the 21 day challenge again?" instead of  "We encourage you to do the challenge again." I am getting off track.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o two missionaries stopped by the other day when I was not home. According to my husband the conversation proceeded as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Elders- "How is the 21 day promise coming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Husband- "We have not started a new one yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Elders- "So you don't pray anymore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Husband- "I pray."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Elders- "But just not to help the missionaries."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point my husband said to me 'Good thing they were Elders, if I didn't have a testimony......ramble ramble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;thought it was funny. Which leads me to a scrapbook challenge. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;missionaries say things they regret. Sometimes it helps us grow, makes us humble, or teaches us a hard lesson. It is something we probably do not like to admit to, but as the years pass and we gain wisdom we eventually fess up to our mistakes. Ask your missionary about a mistake they learned from or record one of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-5486496327022556430?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5486496327022556430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=5486496327022556430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/5486496327022556430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/5486496327022556430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-did-you-say.html' title='What did you say...'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-995061327508741</id><published>2009-05-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:48:40.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Phone Calls From the Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SghVp99HfhI/AAAAAAAAABg/DkgsNvHaI9o/s1600-h/telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334607938114256402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SghVp99HfhI/AAAAAAAAABg/DkgsNvHaI9o/s200/telephone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;id you get calls this weekend from that missionary of yours? How was it? Did it make you sad or make them sad? Or was it just great to hear their voices. I have been out of the loop a while, but this blog is based on the assumption that missionaries still get to call home twice a year. Once on Mother's Day and once on Christmas. Does that still hold true? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; do not remember calling home on Mother's Day. I am sure I did. I think I called my twin sister too. She had just had her first child, so I rationalized that she was a mother worth calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also thought about Sister Yancey yesterday calling her kids. She is a Senior Sister and surrogate mother to my husband and me from our youth. I thought about how those roles were in reverse. The mom calling from the field as the missionary. What a great example she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e just wanted to challenge you to write down or scrapbook the experience of your Mother's Day phone call this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-995061327508741?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/995061327508741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=995061327508741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/995061327508741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/995061327508741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-phone-calls-from-field.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Phone Calls From the Field'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SghVp99HfhI/AAAAAAAAABg/DkgsNvHaI9o/s72-c/telephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-1495635826481955788</id><published>2009-04-15T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:43:58.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinner Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/Sedfj0Ogu_I/AAAAAAAAABY/SEtgoaQaJtc/s1600-h/Green+Dinner+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325330153308470258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/Sedfj0Ogu_I/AAAAAAAAABY/SEtgoaQaJtc/s200/Green+Dinner+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were bad. On Sunday my husband was out of town and I semi committed to feeding the Elders the next day. I told our ward mission leader that I would call him to confirm once I had checked with JP at home. Then I went home and promptly forgot. Monday about 3:00 I remembered. I tried to call the ward mission leader and got the family answering machine. The Elders never came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has made me think about dinner appointments. Once when the mission calendar was not full I mentioned to someone that it was no big deal. I personally did not mind being "home" for dinner on occasion. An hour of down time was refreshing. This Sister was surprised and a little shocked. Her boys were fed &lt;em&gt;every day&lt;/em&gt; on their missions, the Elders should have a meal every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/Sede4pczmxI/AAAAAAAAABI/gfFOQI-r5u0/s1600-h/Green+Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325329411681262354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/Sede4pczmxI/AAAAAAAAABI/gfFOQI-r5u0/s320/Green+Dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; appointment stories are great. There are always the "food" ones about what was eaten or where or in what condition. They tend to lead to the gross/scary side, but we think are worth noting. Missionaries are always on the move too. Dinner appointments are not just for eating. They are for finding, challenging, and testifying. Sometimes mission presidents put certain requirements on dinner. Some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;requirements&lt;/span&gt; are what I consider common sense (but still need to be stressed) confirm dinner, leave a thank you note, use good manners. Some are hard to live by, always eat at 5:00, never share a dinner appointment with the Elders/Sisters. Others were uniquely missionary, leave with a scripture and the name of a person to share the gospel with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; challenge you to record some of your dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appointments&lt;/span&gt; or ask your missionary what is required of them. Did any of them ever have a "green" meal? (Everything is died green to welcome the new missionary. See the pictures for Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eggett&lt;/span&gt;.) What new tastes did you bring home from your mission? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-1495635826481955788?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1495635826481955788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=1495635826481955788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/1495635826481955788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/1495635826481955788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinner-appointment.html' title='The Dinner Appointment'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/Sedfj0Ogu_I/AAAAAAAAABY/SEtgoaQaJtc/s72-c/Green+Dinner+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-682023118606263965</id><published>2009-03-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:24:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Now and Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; recently attended Scrapbook USA in Sandy, Utah and had a booth partner, Diane from All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Occasions&lt;/span&gt; Photo. As Diane and I got to know one another I found out that she had a missionary in Madagascar. We talked about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;missionaries&lt;/span&gt; and she referred to e-mails instead of letters. The Elders in our area are currently carrying around cell phones. My Mom talks about the big black binder when referring to teaching in her mission and I talk about the discussions. While we had a recent missionary tell me that he was so worthy he no longer needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discussions&lt;/span&gt; or binders, but could teach as he pleased. (Yea, he was a little off the base.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; point is missions are always changing, and I thought that would make an interesting page for your scrapbook. It would also make an interesting kit (we will let you know). Compare your mission with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; or yours with your parents. If you are a first generation missionary compare yours to an early missionary from the beginning days of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; methods, tools, and technology may have changed, but the message remains the same. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The gospel of Jesus Christ has been restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-682023118606263965?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/682023118606263965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=682023118606263965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/682023118606263965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/682023118606263965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-now-and-then.html' title='Mission Now and Then'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-7313662279034576427</id><published>2009-02-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:09:10.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges and Promises</title><content type='html'>The Elders came to our house on Monday. They just dropped by. I was sick Monday and in my sweats, the house was a mess and I asked my husband to "turn them away". He didn't and I knew he wouldn't. Because if I had answered the door I would not have been able to either. So we invited them in. They issued us a 21 day challenge. A promise has gone out in the Salt Lake City Mission that if members would pray morning and night for a specific set of people to accept the gospel, that someone will accept the gospel. We accepted the challenge. So now we are going to issue a challenge to you. &lt;div&gt;Scrapbook those promises and challenges that you or your missionary received in the field. I think all missionaries receive special challenges with promises attached. One that we frequently talked about in my mission was to be a bold and testifying missionary. We were promised if we were bold and committed people to baptism on the first contact, that people would join the church. I have to admit my faith lacked on this one, but those who had faith like Nephi (build a boat, commit someone to baptism upon meeting them) had great success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-7313662279034576427?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7313662279034576427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=7313662279034576427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/7313662279034576427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/7313662279034576427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/challenges-and-promises.html' title='Challenges and Promises'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-845548784448222351</id><published>2009-02-07T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:42:04.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Companions</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago I was relaxing on the couch and my mind wandered off to my mission. I started to think about my companions from my mission. I could see their faces and remembered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; qualities and irksome behaviours. One thing I could not remember was their names!! What?! How could I have forgotten my missionary companions names, not even their first names (which is of course Sister) but their last names that they went by every day!! I was so shocked, then I thought of all my mission pictures and wondered what else I had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be honest here. I really loved my companions, but did not particularly like all of them. I must say that I did learn something form each of them. Not that I was the best, I am sure I was not a favorite for some of my companions. However companions are unique people. They are the one person who can relate to the current moment of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;missionary's&lt;/span&gt; life. Once I had a Mom tell me "you know you are the only Sisters my son ever wrote home about." It made me feel good. This particular area was good area for me and I worked with great Elders and Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some ideas for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; about your companions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is your own mission experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write down their names &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you will forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do a quick statistic chart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;area served&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time served together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrapbook a page about what your companions taught you- diligence, love, patience, faith. How did they help you grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do a specific page on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; companion (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we do have them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Missions are hard, and that is OK. Write about or scrap the hard times with a companion, but remember you can talk about hard things without being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are doing this for someone else who is on the mission currently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a letter to your Missionaries current companion. Send them a set of questions to answer. They do not have to be about your Missionary. You could ask him about the area, the people, or the mission itself. It is always good to look through someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-845548784448222351?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/845548784448222351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=845548784448222351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/845548784448222351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/845548784448222351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/companions.html' title='Companions'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-4910056936789023479</id><published>2008-10-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:38:21.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>My Dad is a convert to the Church of jesus Christ of latter Day Saints. He was born and raised in Ireland and met my Mom in England (while she was serving her LDS mission...they got engaged...it is a whole other story). So he was dreaming of Ireland. I picked up my call at my apartment and went to my Mom's work where I met my Dad and twin sister. I pulled the call out of the envelope...Columbus, Ohio. I knew immediately that was where I was supposed to be. My Dad's only response was "Columbus, Ohio" in a dejected voice. I laugh now, I don't think it even phased me then. I did have to look for Ohio on a map.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting to my mission call was a little rougher. I was engaged to someone, in love with someone else who had just returned from his mission (we are now married), but had the desire to serve. Through much prayer and a direct call in my patriarchal blessing the decision was made. It is one of the key decisions of my life. My mission taught me things I never would have learned at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no pictures of this story, but it still needs to be scrapbooked. We will post how we took this months kit "The Call" and adapted it to my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime we would love to hear your stories. There are a ton of them out there. Did you stalk the postman? Did you get a totally "wrong" call, just to have your call switched the day before you entered the MTC? What about the decision to go. Was it easy, was it hard...let us know and inspire someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-4910056936789023479?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4910056936789023479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=4910056936789023479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/4910056936789023479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/4910056936789023479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2008/10/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>The Mission Club-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901765753731346967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yy9SxT8Ez3Q/SZ8b-GoRAyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dzb5BluCbO0/S220/scan0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108851982556654005.post-5196751179778643595</id><published>2008-09-24T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:00:42.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome! Welcome! Here is your dork dot.</title><content type='html'>Do you know what a dork dot is? It is not meant to be offensive. It just points out the new missionaries at the MTC. As we say good bye to our parents and walk through the doors (OK I left on my mission in 1994, so it may have changed) a kind Senior Sister puts a little orange circle sticker on your Mission Tag. This is your dork dot. It lets all the other missionaries at the MTC know that you are new and have no clue what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I still need a dork dot. Because LDSscrap is new to clubs, and we are excited to start this one. We have a set idea of what we want to do to help you and how to proceed. But just like those new missionaries we may need a little guidance...from you. Let us know what you need to help scrapbook the missionary album you are working on. Maybe you need some lingo translations for such terms as dork dots, hump day, Zone and District Conference.  We have already had requests for more Sister specific pages (we relate). So please let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to this journey together! (And maybe I will finally get my mission scrapbook done, and my husbands, my moms, my grandparents....and great grandparents in the picture.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108851982556654005-5196751179778643595?l=themissionclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5196751179778643595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108851982556654005&amp;postID=5196751179778643595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/5196751179778643595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108851982556654005/posts/default/5196751179778643595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissionclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-welcome-here-is-your-dork-dot.html' title='Welcome! 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