HISTORY

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.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

A Martha Moment

HI everyone. I also was at conference this weekend. Great experience. I also got to meet Elder Scott--kind of, because in the Stake RS we make dinner for the visiting authorities. I also got to meet Elder Hammond, our incredibly articulate area authority. Anyway, Elder Scott had us come in after the dinner and introduce ourselves (does that mean I met him?) and what we provided for the dinner. So, I am back in the kitchen, with a very limited time before the 7 p.m. adult conference session begins, and am madly washing dishes. You all know how I get when I am on a mission. So, Elder Scott comes into the kitchen, and I glanced around at him and saw him conversing with my secretary. Back to the dishes! I know, really dumb. So I am in the meeting listening to him speak, giving us incredible counsel on how to be more effective listening to the Spirit, and it comes to me what I have done. I was in the same room, I repeat, IN THE SAME ROOM with an apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ, and I did not even take the time to dry my hands and speak to him. I felt terrible. As soon as the meeting was over I wound my way up to the stand and told him I was sorry for acting like Martha, and missing the opportunity to speak with an apostle and shake his hand and feel his love and spirit. He was so gracious and told me again how much they appreciated the dinner, and my husband had told them what a wonderful wife he had... Learn from your mother, mother-in-law, suegra--take every opportunity to meet the Lord's anointed. It ended up being a very tender experience for me in the end. Luckily I had a second chance. I love all of you. You may get more from us on his Saturday night talk. xoxo
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