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.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Six days shalt thou work, but on the seventh day thou shalt rest.

We happened to have this Sunday school lesson two weeks in a row. I guess we needed it. I asked a question of an institute instructor about the first lesson, and in his response he gave me this bit of wisdom--something I hadn't thought of in this way. I wanted to share it with all of you:

"God rested on the seventh day as a pattern for the rest of us. It is a foreshadowing of things to come. When we enter into God's rest, we enter into his glory. So, the Sabbath becomes the day when we live the way we hope eternity will be, in his glory, in his presence, doing his will. Robert Lee (I am pretty sure his middle initial is E., seriously)

Did you ever think of it that way? It makes me want to consider a little more seriously how I observe the Sabbath.

What are some of the things you do on Sundays to maintain holiness?

xoxo mom

1 comment:

Crystal said...

It was so much easier to observe the Sabbath appropriately without an infant, I can say that for sure. When Valerie and I were single, we did so many Sunday things- like visiting 2 wards with three meetings, then the nursing home for music and games, munch-mingles, Firesides... our day was spent on spiritual gain all day. In fact, it was so much that often, I would wake up Monday so tired from my Sunday... Actually, with that realization, we started cutting back a bit, but regardless, it was easier.

With a baby, even taking the sacrament is an interesting experience. Today 3 pieces of bread dropped to the floor as the tray passed between Valerie and me and across Asher. Yikes.

Valerie was a bit calmer in church as a baby, but he makes us lots of friends, that is for sure.

Also, when MAtt and I got married, I told him I would not like the TV on at all on Sundays, we did not even have cable for much of our single time and it was really nice... I gave up on that too, but I would like to get back to it. I prefer reading and music, but that is just me. I have realized people can do things differently and be uplifted. The key is to just realize what doesn't feel right and not do it ;-)