It's been pretty slow around here. Except for the mass shooting of course. I'm sure you have all heard and seen what went on here at Virginia Tech. I've been watching it too, mostly yelling at the TV. Have I mentioned that I don't like Katie Couric before? I guess the Red Cross here is looking for people who are willing to house families and students because all the hotels are full of all the media people who are here. It's the worst thing that has happened here by far. You can go online and see profiles on all the victims. There are still 4 that are unidentified. The first guy they identified is a guy from Georgia. He's supposed to graduate next month with a 4.0 GPA and 3 majors. The doctor I'm with knows one of the professors who was killed. His wife called him and asked if he could call the ERs in the area to see where he was. It turned out he wasn't in any of them. That's before they had IDed him. It took a while because he was shot in the face. VT is closed all week and the local schools were closed today. The building it happened in is closed for the semester.
You may have seen the convocation they had this afternoon. President Bush was here. Luckily no one in our ward or the student ward was hurt. Our stake president has his office in Norris Hall. A friend of mine was supposed to teach a class today in one of the classrooms where everyone was shot. A guy I home teach got to campus on the last bus in and as he was walking to his lab he heard a gunshot and a minute later a bunch of cops with bullet-proof vests and automatic rifles ran by. He decided to turn around and walk home after he heard the next gunshot. It's really hard to believe it actually happened. By the way, I was 20 miles away and Lori was at home when it happened. It is really one of the worst things I have ever been this close to.
This whole thing is pretty revealing of human nature. The media's first thought was who they could blame. The state police released a statement this morning and said the VT police handled it exactly per protocol and they would take no questions about it. It reminds me of the Jessica Smart murder in Pocatello in the 90s. It hasn't been the same since then. This is a small town that will never return completely to the way it was. I heard from the missionaries tonight that President Hinkley has been communicating with the area authority here and he was going to officiate a prayer circle tonight for everyone involved in this. We have Stake Conference and Elder Bednar will be here. Interesting how that worked out.
Anyway, that's what's going on here. Oh no.....I just realized I'm turning into Dad. This is a long one, sorry. See you all soon.
A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.
From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.
In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.
Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.
So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.
Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.
We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.
As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.