Reminiscing Over Our Past 9 Months

Annie's memories of the first half of our mission:

It is with regret that I attempt to record some of our mission experiences as to not lose them to time as memories will fade with the passing of years.  I knew better, but neglected and ignored the pressing feelings that I should be saving them in writing.

For me our MTC experience was overwhelming.  That may have been the reason I didn’t begin with the good habit of writing each day.  I felt flooded with expectations that I should be capable to be a missionary and yet I did not really feel prepared. Throughout my life, I feel like I have grown in my understanding of the gospel and lived it as best I could, but I have not seriously studied the gospel.  Arriving with the many other couples who I was sure were far more prepared was a challenge.  Add that to the fact that we had just packed our home in our garage, given away our cars to our kids and left it all behind to go to a country not of our choice for 1 ½ years, we were in a bit of a shock.

 Those few days Monday –Friday were some helpful transition in retrospect.  Jumping in and swimming, I guess you might say.  Getting a taste of what it would be like to teach was uncomfortable to say the least but necessary.  In the evenings we added a few hours to meet with a sweet young man from Fiji who introduced us to the Fijian language.  That in itself was enough to say, “this is too much.”  I admit to knowing early on that adding that thought of learning the language was going to be an impossibility.  My brain was not able to take it all in and I am grateful we had English as a viable option.  I know it has been a handicap but it has not made it impossible for us to still make contributions.

Our kids were so thoughtful right to the last moments we departed.  Leah had arranged for us to stay Friday night with them and took us to an outdoor Lower Lights Concert.  The temperatures that week had started in the 80-90’s, snow fell about Thursday and so Friday night was down right cold.  Thoughtfully she had brought me some of her bigger clothes and we changed and then headed out for our last non-missionary outing.  Great night! 

Saturday we reorganized, had last calls to the kids who lived away, and nervously went through any remaining preparations.  As always, Leah made wonderful meals.  Matt came down and drove us the airport.  Goodbyes are never easy and this was no exception.  I so easily remember saying goodbye when he left on his mission.  It was as if it would be our last time to ever see him.  Now it was our turn to walk away and head through the doors at the airport. 

We had several hours to wander and take in the fact that we would be leaving our home, family and country for 18 months.  We were emotional and unsettled with the unknown.  As we were finding our way to our gate, we noticed a woman walking close by who also wore a missionary name tag.  We were drawn to her and asked where she might be going.  She explained that she and her husband were serving as mission president and that she had traveled with a sick sister to return her back to her family so she could heal.  As a professional nurse she was just the right person to comfort this ailing sister and for us she was just the right person to comfort our worried hearts.  She hugged us and reassured us that she understood our fears but that Heavenly Father would watch over all. We shed a few tears that came easily and know that it was a tender mercy for us.

Our flight was exceptional with comfort, food and service.  New Zealand Air is the way to go.  We had been changed from Air Pacific because the flight had been canceled and that was a real blessing.  We flew through the night and arrived in Auckland bright and early.  A brisk wind greeted us there and fortunately we found a spot in a hotel where we could email to let our family know we were successfully on our way.  Nine hours later we headed to Fiji.  Five hours later we anxiously were peering out the window trying to get our fist glimpse of Fiji.  Lots of water and green vegetation was the predominate view.  Once the doors of the cabin opened, the humidity and warmth enveloped us and have become our constant companions.  As we entered the airport, a lovely Fijian band, all smiling and warmly greeted us with their music. Two Elders met us there in the Nadi Airport.  Although we could barely understand their English (both were Americans but speaking with heavy “Fijian” accents), they instructed us that we would need to repack and take only enough clothes for a few days in Suva.  The travel across the island to Suva is only with a small plane so each passenger is allotted 15Kg. We would be returning to the west side of Viti Levu for our assignment so there was no need to take it all with us and pay extra money.  Upon opening our bags we found cream rinse had spilled out and calcium tablets were scattered throughout my bag.  Time was short to reorganize and decide what we might want for a few days but we did the best we could.

Darkness was closing in by the time we arrived in Suva and kindly President Klingler and an office couple, Brother and Sister Barfuss (an unfortunate name) were there to greet us.  Sister Klingler’s mother had died and she had returned to the US for her funeral.  Our days in Suva were important to get our feet under us.  We spent most of them gathering furnishings for our new home (an apartment on the lower floor of an Indian family dwelling).  We would be the first to live in it so it was starting from scratch.  It turns out shopping in Fiji is a whole new experience from the US.  There are few options, most products are very inferior and customer service is very limited.  Our few days in Suva turned out to be 10 days partly because our new truck was not ready.  That allowed us time to find some food options to take with us that are only available in Suva, which was nice.  We attended the temple several times, got acquainted with people who work in the Service Center and more familiar with our assignment to Ba.  As MLS missionaries, Pres. Klingler asked that we work with the leadership of Ba as well as teach investigators. One of the temple missionary couples (the Lawlors), had served in Ba some 8-9 years earlier and they were happy to share with us.  The stake president of the Lautoka Stake also met with us so when we left we felt a bit more prepared.  The drive over included speed humps to some 52 villages and that makes for a pretty slow drive.  We took in all the new sights and sounds.  Poverty colors everything here and surely that was predominate to what we saw as well as the lush vegetation.

Even before we left Suva, when asked where our assignment would be, the response from most when we told them we would be in Ba was, “Oh, it is really hot and dry there – “the burning west!” Since we’re already overcome with the heat in Suva, that was not good news.

Because I am writing this many months since we first arrived in Fiji and our Ba experience is behind us we can now reflect on it with fondness.  The friendly people of Ba took us in.  Most store workers became friends; we didn’t always know their names but they smiled and treated us kindly.  Many members did become “family” and we hope we will one day be with them in the kingdom of God where all language differences will be gone.  We went through two floods together and all the aftermath.  We had the special opportunity of helping to prepare several families and individuals to go to the temple.  Dear Tuliana and Olivia, loving and teasing sisters welcomed us to share the gospel with them. They were our first official investigators.  When we arrived in Ba we needed to find a stove for our flat. Naively we thought stores there would have something different than what we could find in Suva.  The store, “Courts,” was our destination and Tuli was our clerk.  She was kind and professional.  We knew we would need help connecting the gas line to the stove.  As we talked of it, she offered, “I think someone in your church would help you.  Don’t members do things like that?”  Tom was quick to ask her if we might share our message with her and invited her to church.  The first Sunday she came we were watching a recorded session of General Conference.  Few came and although we felt less than great about her first experience there, we continued in asking for an appointment.  We went with the Elders and they shared something in Fijian. Although we met in Olivia’s home, she was missing.  Afterwards she proudly emerged, having prepared a huge set of refreshments.  As we walked back to the car, I asked Tuli if her sister would be interested in listening to the message.  “Yes!  She was a so excited to have guests from America that she was preparing the refreshments.”  From there on we met with the two of them for many months.  In the beginning especially we had many missed appointments.  It was our first opportunity to see many of the Fijian problems ie.-phone not working, no calling to change appointments, forgetting, lateness, etc. In spite of the challenges they both progressed and we became fast friends.  Tuli took us on a hike to Fall #7, we went to the beach for a day, made roti together, had meals together, played games, traveled the long road to visit the last traditional village of Navala, and visited in illness.

Tuli's baptism, supported by Olivia

As desirous as Olivia was to be baptized she never did because of her Muslim husband and his family.  Tuli chose her birthday (March 6) to be baptized and happily it took place in a the river due to the flood recovery still going on at the Ba building.  It is captured well on our blog - simple and private yet all that needed to be.  We remain long distant friends and are hopeful she will desire and qualify for a mission.  Sadly it would seem she has been less than valiant in attending church and fulfilling her calling of teaching Sunday School to the youth.

The Nairoqo family opened their heart and home for us in so many ways.   We met them right in the beginning when Elders Hill and Tay took us through what seemed like an endless maze of paths through the sugar cane fields.  Saimone was quiet, sizing us up I think.  Eleanoa was gracious and the kids were quiet, yet receptive.  Here was a family just awakening to the gospel.  Lusi and Peni had been baptized months earlier when their dad was in prison for stealing a large amount of wire (to sell the copper for money to help his family). Although a member for several years, he had not been active and in his time away had picked up some bad habits.  His faithful loving wife stood by him and continued to pray for him.  Our friendship came about at a time he was looking to find God again.  Soon we were visiting at least weekly and helping them prepare to be sealed in the temple.  Here is a family that truly love one another and their fellow man.  They have but little and yet they gave much of what they did have to others and without fanfare or notice.  In the end we found a family’s love for us and ours for them. One of the crowning moments was to be in the Suva Temple with them as they were sealed. Our greatest hope will be for Saimone to be able to have work that will support his family.  He has paid a dear price for his mistakes that took him to prison.

 Sister Mate (Saimone’s aunt) and her grand daughter, Miriama shared their mat with us each Sunday evening where humility and the spirit taught us all.  She had been a member for many years, yet due to convenience of a Methodist church just outside her front door, she had quit attending the LDS Church.  I think she saw how the Nairoqos were being blessed and realized she too wanted to return.  Temple blessings had not been hers and so that became our blessing to teach her.  Due to the fact that Miriama’s school was within walking distance of her grandmother’s home, she was living with her and that made her request to be taught the Gospel very handy.  We would meet together and Sis. Mate would assist in our teaching.  Oftentimes they would be asleep on the floor for a Sunday afternoon nap when we arrived.  Sis. Mate sold little bits of produce at the Ba Market and had long days, Sunday was a treat for her.  As her spirit came to life, she would tell us how she would awake very early.  At night she would ask the Lord to awaken her so she could study her Book of Mormon.  By 3am she would begin with prayer asking the Lord, “What you going to teach me today?”  If she didn’t understand she would keep reading and praying to understand.  We have no doubt she is one the “noble ones” and it was our privilege to have learned from her.  One added blessing was to be able to coincide our time in Suva on our way from South Africa and meet her in the temple on August 28, 2012.  Sis. Ratu and Sis. Luveitesau accompanied her as well.  Miriama was baptized and has remained faithful.  Her mother (Ulamila) has since been baptized and we understand her husband and stepsons are now taking the missionary lessons.

The Luveitisau family in all their needs allowed us to serve and learn how to set barriers when needed.  A very large family of 8 children ages 17 to 1.  Sis. Luveitisau has been a faithful Primary President and taken her family to church without her husband for way too long.  He was a police officer who has lost his way in keeping the commandments.  Their oldest daughter, Vasiti, has also lost her way being drawn to older boys and “freedom,” stealing, dishonesty and immorality.  Her path was not looking good last we knew.  Little brothers and sisters will be all too susceptible to her bad example but for now they looked upon us with much fondness.  Running up to us when we visit their village with hugs and smiles was sometimes too much.  It didn’t hurt that cakes and treats had been offered and were loved.

Dear Simi, my sweet little 10 year-old Fijian “grandson” who hugged me tightly and smiled through the barriers of culture and language lived with his grandmother, Sis. Serukalau who is also the mother of Sis.Luveitisau.  How his parents could leave him and he could be as trusting and loving as he was I could never figure out.  Somehow we had a special bond that was there from the start.  He would gaze at the pictures of our family and want to know their names and some things about them and then he would remember them!  Many Sundays he would sit by me and look up at me and smile.  One day he was looking at our wedding picture.  Back and forth his eyes would go between the picture of a young girl with long blond hair back to me “glowing” in Fiji many years later with time showing itself in my appearance.  Before we left I gave him my “Shally Rally” shirt (from our Sherry Family reunion just before we left) since he had been so enraptured with the family picture on our computer.  I hope that it will be a reminder of our special bond. 

His grandma, Sis. Serukalau is one of the faithful ones of Ba.  Nothing flashy, just stalwart and true.  One day while at the temple in Suva I asked her if she was sealed to her dead husband. “No” was her answer and that became a special opportunity to support  her son, Villiame to obtain the necessary information so they could be sealed at the time Villiame was endowed.  Many months of preparation brought that special day.  After he was endowed his mother was sealed to her husband and Villiame was sealed to both his parents. We had come to love Villiame over the many months of helping him to learn his calling as ward clerk.

Even with much, much warning about the need to be careful of the tithing offerings he would be handling, we were so saddened to hear he had succumbed to need/temptation and taken some of these sacred funds.  Now a long road of repentance awaits him from where we last left him.

 Sis. Tabualevu’s righteousness shown through poverty and family challenges.   As a 3 moth old baby she had suffered the loss of sight in one eye when a piece of the ceiling in their bure fell down and stuck in her eye.

Bishop Ratu and his dear wife served with their form of faithfulness.

The Bainivalu families brought such a mixture of experience and emotions but such special children we encountered there - Alveretti, Serenia, Mere, and beautiful Ulamila!

Vaceseva Bainivalu was such a trial for us.  She had been the first “success” in our time there.  A lost soul, she seemed to flourish with some focused interest and care.  Yet some months later she became very apostate and went back to living a life of sin. Temesi and his mother Sis. Naio trying to be faithful in the loss of her husband who died as he was serving as the former bishop of Ba ward.  He endured his mother’s public ridicule and sadly kept his hard armor around himself so Tom could not penetrate and offer help.  Our efforts to obtain some really nice soccer boots from the Cole’s generosity was so disappointing.  No expression of gratitude came until we asked him to write them a letter.  He experienced a miracle days after the first flood when a huge thorn came out of his foot after it had been there for days and causing him much pain. Dear Sis. Naiker and her niece, Pillay who deeply appreciated all that we were able to offer.  Lewa Ratu, gifted yet buried with family responsibility once she chose a relationship outside the boundaries of marriage.  Gratefully her story is changing as they married and her husband, Peteli was recently baptized. Angeline Steiner, a sister of great need yet really just needing to be loved.  Many others we tried to help and encourage back yet had not yet chosen to do so.

With our 9 months there, we felt like we had true friends but the reality was that the ward was still terribly weak in leadership and real strength.  Even though Tom was persistent in trying to have regular bishop meetings, it just didn’t happen.  Never were they all together, not even when we had dinners for them. 

Introducing the Ratus and Matewais to Phase 10 

Journal Entry

Our stay in Africa was needed, but draining emotionally and physically.  We were so glad to be with Seth, Caroline and the kids but it was a difficult time for many reasons.  The night we arrived in Johannesburg, we visited Seth in the hospital (Sandton Mediclinic) and found him to be restless and anxious to get out of the hospital – he was just sick of being there.  That seemed a little premature to us but the next day we found that it was indeed going to happen as his doctor, Dr. Vanheerden, had given permission.  Just as it has happened throughout this ordeal the Lord provided a perfect location for him to go to at the Carolyn and George Bonnet home in the Rosebank area of Johannesburg.  George is the Director of Temporal Affairs for most of Africa and they have a townhouse sort of home in a gated community just a block away from a hospital where Seth was going to do outpatient physio therapy.  The home was perfect with two extra bedrooms, one for Seth and one for Annie or I as we traded places every few days – one of us staying with Seth and the other with Caroline, Tommy, and Cali.

We froze in Joburg!  We went from Fiji warmth and humidity to winter weather with snow the first weekend in South Africa – SNOW!  We had complained so much about the heat and humidity in Fiji and longed to be cool but we had no warm clothes and our bodies had strangely acclimated to Fiji weather so we were cold and uncomfortable much of the time.  Because it normally does not get so cold in SA, homes there generally have no central heating and the first home we stayed at with Caroline and the kids was just freezing.  The home was provided by Brady and Kristen Southwick who are in the process of moving back to the states.  Their home is big and beautiful but since they are not living in it, it was cold and only a few furnishings and we were joined there by another family who were waiting to move into a new home themselves.  It was a bit crazy and chaotic but still, such a blessing for free room and Brady lent us his car as well since he was in the states for business and a holiday with his family.  In a few days, we felt it was just too cold and difficult with the kids so we moved to David and Sarah Coleman’s home.  David was the Elder’s Quorum president in the ward which covered the hospital Seth was in and he and his wife did everything anyone could have done to welcome us, care for Seth, provide meals, and generally open their lives and home to us.  We stayed a few days there while Tommy and Cali got the flu, threw up all over everything and generally made life miserable for everyone.  On one night when I was repeatedly up with Tommy as he threw up every half hour, I was tucking him back in bed after the “4^th round” and he made it clear to me that it was vomit, not throw up, and that he must be the “Vomit Super Hero” after all he’d gone through.

To complicate life, Caroline’s heel injury was not in good shape and it was determined that she should have surgery to remove the dead flesh and try to repair it somewhat.  That meant that she and the kids could not return to Zambia and she would be on crutches for the next several weeks.  It was an emotionally trying time as she and Seth continued to be separated, coping with her injury and crutches, kids sick, etc.  It wasn’t much fun.

At about that time, we decided we just couldn’t stay at the Coleman’s any longer – Caroline and the kids just needed some privacy.  Again George Bonnet stepped in and offered two apartments at the Johannesburg Temple Patron Housing complex.  The temple was being renovated and the caretakers for the complex were gone so we were able to move into two lovely apartments there and we stayed until we left on August 24^th, the same day Caroline and the kids flew back to Zambia.  Leaving Seth behind was tough for them but it was the best.  In just a week and a half later, Seth also got clearance to fly home to join them. Seth has made miraculous progress but still has a long way to go and it is unknown how much function he’ll regain in his neck, shoulders, and arms and whether there will be a time when he’s free of pain – all of which are real worries.  As for now, they plan to be in Zambia until mid-October when Caroline and the kids fly to California to be at her home until her brother’s wedding November 9^th.  Seth continues physiotherapy in Zambia and will join them in early November after which they are planning to move to Oregon and live in our home until we return.

Annie and I saw very little of each other in SA because we took turns staying with Seth and Caroline separately since they were not living together.  We were tired and exhausted by the end.  I had been sick much of the time and just couldn’t adjust to SA time so I was perpetually waking up at 3am.  We were glad to have gone, it was essential, but we were also glad to get back to the mission field knowing that Seth was now independent and on the way to recovery.

On the way home we had a lovely afternoon and night in Sydney, Australia and walked around the opera house and downtown Sydney – it was beautiful and we had a great ice cream cone!  Next morning we were on a plane to Fiji and arrived in Nadi that afternoon, with an evening flight over to Suva.   We stayed in Suva for a week at President and Sister Klingler’s mission home on the temple grounds.  Annie and Sister Klingler sewed banners for the YW colors to be given to the Taveuni District YW leaders, while I worked on mission baptismal records in the mission office.

The highlight was going to the temple with Sister Adi Tabualevu from Ba (we had taught her the temple preparation lessons) – it was a sweet reunion and a beautiful and inspiring experience.  

At the same time, we fortuitously were there for a temple trip from the Taveuni saints, so we were able to meet many of them and be in the temple together as well – a nice start to our relationship.

From Suva, we flew with Pres. and Sister Klingler to Savusavu on the island of Vaua Levu for a zone conference.  It was a nice couple days to spend more time with them, meet the missionaries of this zone and visit with our friends, the Muirs and Terrys – other senior missionaries on that island.

Finally, on Thursday, September 5^th we boarded a ferry to Taveuni – a 5-hour trip.  All the couples had explicitly told us not to take the “Stinky Sofi” ferry and to schedule the trip on a day the Lomai Viti Princess was crossing (those are the two ferry boats that serve the northern Fijian islands).  But the zone leaders opted for the earlier boat that was cheaper so we drove our truck onto the boat and boarded with the 4 elders returning to Taveuni for a ride on the Stinky Sofi.  Gratefully, it wasn’t that stinky as long as you didn’t have to enter the bathroom – just awful.  We went up on the upper deck and sat on wooden benches and passed the time as we travelled the Somosomo Straight in quite good weather and not very rough seas.  I had taken a motion sickness pill and did great, though Annie suffered some sickness.

Viewing the beautiful island of Taveuni was a treat – long and mountainous, it was green and lush and obviously not very densely populated. The sea was beautiful we could immediately recognize that for much of the island, the livable land is primarily limited to the area near the sea with the mountains rising quickly and they generally are covered in clouds much of the time and get a lot of rain (over 300”/year).  Our home in Soqulu Village is located in the “Taveuni Estates” – a grandiose development idea that never took flight and only has a few homes.  The house, Vale Nei Katherine, is owned by a British family and they are in the process of selling it but have rented it to the missionaries until that time.  It is much lovelier than anything a missionary couple needs but what a welcome sight with a beautiful view down the hill to the sea (about a half mile away).  It has large private grounds area with coconut, banana, and breadfruit trees, beautiful parrots, and a large wrap around veranda where we can eat, exercise, and hang our clothes to dry.  No electricity is available in the area so we have solar panels that do a limited but good job.  We have a gas stove and refrigerator (a strange idea at best) and they run off propane tanks.  It truly looks like paradise, but paradise also comes with millions of bugs, and bug-eating creatures everywhere.  The geckos are twice the size here as in Ba and, in fact, all the flora seems twice the size as well – a perfect combination of rich volcanic soil, rain, sun, and warmth year-round.

We have learned that we will, sadly enough, be spending much less personal time teaching and more invested in training leaders – our primary purpose here.  There are 4 struggling units of the Church here, Qeleni and Matei to the north are very small branches, Somosomo is the District Center and has a large beautiful building and many members but is troubled with new and inexperienced leadership, and then there is a small “group” at the southern tip of the island called Vuna.  As of next week, we will have visited all the units and become initially familiar with members and leaders.  We’re happy to be here and getting a bit settled after a lonely start where we have missed close friends in Ba and begun to get acquainted here.  In time, we hope to have good friends again as we invest our heart and soul into the last 6 ½ months of our mission here on Taveuni.

Letter Home

Bula to each of you!

Before I  head to bed I just wanted to write a note to explain what is going on here.  We did arrive Wed. night.  Gratefully we traveled with relatively calm waters and had little squeasiness. For safety, we never ate till we arrived, and dad slipped a dramamine before boarding.  Even played a game with the Elders and had some good conversations rather than having to hang over the side of the boat.  "Stinky Sofie" wasn't all that terrible after all the bad hype.

We want to share some pictures but the problem is the Internet or rather lack there of.  It just isn't working out where we live and today at church we couldn't get it either so we are more than passively bummed!  We drove over to a government complex where hter was a tower and were able to download what had come in but it was hot in the car and not the circumstance to spend time doing more.  Seth showed us how to download so we can read the emails at home and then respond so we can send them when we get to where it is working but that precludes much with pictures, looking at blogs, calling, etc.  We have a couple leads on possibilities but in the meantime we are NOT happy campers.

Yes, it is very beautiful!  Our home reminds me of the NH cabin-very woodsy, open in living area and kitchen, and rather dark once the sun goes down because of poor lighting.  It is a true home although more of a vacation type-not lots of storage like we had in Ba.  It is clean and has tons of windows, glass doors and opens up to allow air to breeze through.  The first night an all out wind storm blew all night and we've had several more windy spells with some rain.  The view off the huge deck is rather spectacular as we look over the Straits of Somosomo to Vanua Levu.  We've about got everything in place and will head out tomorrow with 6 Elders to hike up to some waterfalls.  Church seems to have similar challenges as did Ba and we are working at learning new names and faces.  Dare I admit we are missing  Ba-or at least the people?  Just when we thought Ba had no option to shop, we find here to be even more limited.  Oddly, the market is really small.  We are wondering if it is because people grow what they need.

So, let's hope we'll be connected to you and the rest of the world.

We love you all,
mom and dad

So Grateful !

August 16th 2012

One month after their awful car accident, Seth and Caroline, Tommy and Cali are a family on the mend.  So many of you have blessed them in the process with your faith and prayers, letters of encouragement, and generous donations.

On Wednesday, August 1st, we arrived in South Africa to a warm smile and hug from Seth but a clear message that he was ready to get out of the hospital.  Hospital food, interruptions, shared rooms, and being woken up to take your sleeping pill had taken it's toll and his surgeon, Dr. Vanheerden, agreed that he had progressed enough to graduate to out patient physical therapy.

Of the many kind visits and gestures given, one was from George and Carolyn Bonnet who offered their home for Seth to stay.  They currently live in Johannesburg and direct the physical facilities work of the LDS Church in much of Africa.  Their home and help to Seth was perfect and in walking distance to and from his physical therapy.  They also provided another room for Annie or I to stay in while we helped Seth along.

 For the rest of the family it was an evolving saga of various LDS families in Johannesburg offering homes to stay in, meals, play dates for Tommy, loaned cars, and an open offer for other assistance had we needed.  Once the flu had struck Cali and Tommy (after numerous night trips to the bathroom, Tommy declared that he was the "Vomit Super Hero"), and Caroline was scheduled for surgery on her heel, we needed an independent place to stay.  Like everything else in this blessed story, the way opened for us to have two apartments on the LDS Temple grounds complex-- just right for our needs and only a ten minute drive to meet with Seth at the Bonnet home.  To compliment the housing blessing, just when one car needed to be returned to trusting and gracious lenders, another became available until we left.  The beautiful blue skies obscure the fact that  an antarctic cold front blew through with snow and freezing temperatures as well.- quite a shock to our Fiji adjusted bodies.

Johannesburg, South Africa LDS Temple getting a new slate roof

In between Lego construction, baths and naps, we slipped in excursions with Tommy and Cali to the zoo, a bird park, a mall, grocery stores, and walks on the beautiful temple grounds to give them a diversion and provide Caroline with needed rest and opportunities to be with Seth alone.

Even though they were the ones who needed the date, one night Seth and Caroline surprised us with tickets to see Andre Rieu in concert, a world renown violinist.  It was a night to be remembered as his Johann Strauss orchestra was joined by the Sowetto Gospel Choir and others.

For a "taste", here is a bite: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLAurv0ZBPs

Once everyone seemed done with the bug, we all got together for some afternoons and dinnertimes.  Cali was happy to be with daddy again and Tommy loved building lego creations and playing with him.

First time together at church in Johannesburg, August 19th

Five weeks after the accident, Seth had x-rays and then met with his doctor.  His vertebrae appear to be in proper alignment and mending well; they should fully calcify within a year's time.  The soft tissue swelling is reducing but combined with the nerve damage still causes a significant amount of pain and loss of muscle strength.  By mid September the brace can come off for 30 minutes a day morning and night and continue to increase that with each day.  As good as that sounds, Seth is warned that his neck muscles will spasm and be very painful as they re-learn to support his head without the brace.   Given all this we are so grateful to witness the strides he is making and he is certainly pleased as well.  Here is a little sample of his work in progress starting with his departure from the hospital:

On Saturday, September 1st, Seth is scheduled to fly back to Zambia to join his family.  Caroline's heel surgery has appeared to be successful and she and the kids previously flew back to Zambia the same day we left (August 23rd).  She has been so courageous as she coped with her own serious injury, surgery, mothering, and supporting Seth while bouncing around Africa from one hospital to another and in various homes.  It was great for us to be helpful and to fall in love again with Tommy and Cali (who we only knew as an infant).  Gratefully, Vicki Raynor (Caroline's mother), arrived the morning Caroline and the kids were flying out and accompanied them to Lusaka (Vicki's sister also arrived later that night). Vicki will stay 6 weeks with them to help Caroline and the kids. Periodic updates on Seth and Caroline's family may be found on their "Road to Recovery" website: http://scsherrydonation.blogspot.com/

How appreciative we all are for all the support and love and for those among you who made our trip possible. Leaving was bittersweet but an important step as they move forward on their road to recovery. So much progress has been made and we are amazed at their courage, and we continue to acknowledge God's loving hand in all that has occurred.

Sydney, Australia was our stay-over stop on the way back to Fiji -- what a beautiful city!

Next stop - Fiji !

Journal Entry

We are currently in the air on a Qantas flight from Sydney, Australia to Johannesburg, South Africa.  Yesterday we flew from Nadi, Fiji to Sydney and stayed overnight.  Our dear friends from years ago in Pennsylvania, Heiki and Vicki Rinne provided a ticket for us from Sydney to Johannesburg, and generous donations from Mark and Alice Rampton and Dale and Anne Kirby paid the way from Fiji to Australia.  The saying; “A friend in need is a friend indeed,” has been played out in hundreds of ways through the terrible events of the last 2 ½ weeks since Seth and Caroline’s accident.  Friends the world over have prayed, sent their best wishes and encouraging notes, and made donations to a fund set up to help S&C with the expenses they do now and will have in the future.  We have no idea how many temple altars have had their names laying upon them, perhaps dozens.  We cannot know the Lord’s will in all this but we see His generous and loving hand in the outcome.  Only in the future will we see more clearly the importance of this event in the lives of this young family and in the effect they will have on others.  Surely there must be some good that is intended in the great and mysterious scheme of God but in the words of Paul, for now we “see through a glass darkly”.

After Seth arrived in Johannesburg and before Matt went there to help, Seth Wiggins stayed by his side about 18 hours a day.  They were fast friends before but this experience will bond them forever.  Seth W. could not have done more, been more patient and faithful, or provided more needed emotional stability and optimism than he has – what a rock.  Many LDS Church members in Zimbabwe and Johannesburg have done all that could be expected and more to provide relief, consolation, and help – especially to Caroline and the kids.  Still, Caroline has in some ways carried the heaviest burden.  Though injured herself, she had to keep the family together and nurse her badly injured sister, Katie, to a state that she could be flown home to California for further recovery.  The kids have been disoriented, traumatized, and full of insecurity through all this and Caroline has had to take the brunt of their neediness.  The family is in a state of flux and may return to Zambia soon without their dad and husband.  They need the security and familiarity, and schedule of home and Seth will heal better if they are not there for him to worry about when what he must do is pay full-time attention to getting better himself.  We will have some time with Caroline and the kids before they go and hope that we can relieve some of her burden, hold her and let her cry, and cheer up Tommy and Cali.  Sadly, just as we arrive in Johannesburg, Seth Wiggins will be there to catch a flight home to Oregon. 

A few days after Seth arrived in Johannesburg, I gave him a blessing over the phone on July 19th.  It’s impossible to separate personal feelings from trying to be a voice for the Spirit in such a circumstance, but I felt guided and fervently prayed for the Lord’s help.  Annie took some notes: Seth Armstrong Sherry, in the name of Jesus Christ and in authority of the Melchizedek Priesthood I lay my hands on your head, as it were, to give you a blessing.

Dear son, it is always hard to separate our will from the Lord’s. We would have you healed in a moment and even protected you from this accident but the Lord is in charge and his hands are upon you, even angels have kept watch over you.  Just as promised in the temple and through the holy garments, angels would watch over you and protect you.  We cannot know tomorrow and we do not know His will today, but in faith I bless your body, your systems and all the particles that make up your bones even to the cells, with healing to function at the highest level.  I bless you to heal under the best care.  I bless the doctor and those who work with him to have keenness of mind, intuition and insight in future treatment.

When you wake up at night, while you know we are not there, yet we are sitting next to you holding your hand.  I bless you to know that the love we have for you is eternal. In the sacred name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

The statement about his “systems and particles and cells” being focused on healing has come to pass in miraculous ways.  Out of a hundred people who suffer the injuries Seth has, 60% die, 37% live but are paralyzed from the neck down, and 3% live and heal with reasonable normalcy (though likely with some limitation).  But even among the 3%, the medical people who have worked with Seth agree that his recovery thus far has been “miraculous.” We will be in South Africa for 3 weeks and during that time he will likely be released from the hospital and either moved to an inpatient rehab center or to the home where we’ll be staying and have his rehab physical therapy as an outpatient.  By the end of that time things will be clearer for his future and perhaps he may even more miraculously be able to fly either back to Zambia, or to the United States for more of his long-term rehabilitation.

During the early period of this crisis, Caroline has said that she is “done with Africa.” That’s completely understandable.  But how complicated!  They have a home in Zambia, a job, and the uncertainty of the future.  Can Seth work again, and if so, when?  Should they pack up their things and move back to the US, and if so, where?  If they did move to the US, what would Seth do for work once he is able?  There are so many complications and unknowns.  But like every other step in this wrenching process, we have faith that the way will be opened.  Somehow the light will come, the path will be shown, and the many angels who have accompanied this family through the peril of the last few weeks will surely not be “off-duty” in the coming days and months.  We are profoundly grateful for both earthly and heavenly friends who have kept vigil and done all that was possible and right to bless Seth and Caroline and their children.

On August 24^th, we will fly back from South Africa to Sydney, stay overnight there and the next day fly to Nadi, Fiji and then take a little commuter to Suva where we will stay until the 29^th when we fly to our new assignment on the island of Taveuni.  We are switching places and assignments with the Kennerlys who will go to Ba this week.  We were told of this transfer by President Klingler just prior to the accident and he has patiently waited until things sorted out with Seth.

The whole of the last couple weeks have been an exhausting blur consumed primarily with setting near the computer to hear word on Seth and family, consult with doctors and medical friends, reply to the hundreds of emails that have come, and make plans to move.  But it is all behind us now and a new adventure awaits in Taveuni, which is called the “Garden Island” of Fiji, the crown jewel of relatively undisturbed and pristine beauty. It is 26 miles long and 7 miles wide, has one main road that goes over about half the island on the west side with the east half of the island being a natural preserve.  It will be much more rural and undeveloped than Viti Levu and Ba – even though that seems unimaginable in so many ways.  And the Church will reflect that rurality.  It is a part of a District, rather than a stake, and has 3 branches and 1 unit at the southern end of the island.  Our assignment will be to watch after and strengthen all the units, which means we will likely travel a lot and not have the intense relationships we have had in Ba – that’s the sad part of this new assignment.  But who knows just what we’ll really find and what friends we will yet make.  We do know we’ve left dear friends in Ba, people we’ve grown to love fully and without reservation.  We have had a few days of tearful good-byes and really couldn’t do that too much more, it was just so emotionally draining.  We gave our all there and experienced so much in the way of challenge and difficulty, complaint, and trial.  But that all seems small now and almost needs no mention compared to the joy of love we feel for those people.  I think that is just how missionaries the world over feel about their work.