Our mothers, hand-in-hand with our fathers, taught us much. Most consequential of all that teaching, they showed us and thereby taught us faith, which opened the door and has allowed us to find and know truth. For that, we will be eternally grateful to them and to our Father in Heaven who placed us in their devoted care. We have thereby endeavored to pass that truth on to you. From our own experience, and from our subsequent observation of you, the next generation of mothers and mothers-to-be, we know that you are and will likewise, teach your little ones, our valued grandchildren, in a similar way.
It is true that the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world (see Matt's blog post - March 21, '09.) A large majority of the acts of tyranny that plague the world would likely not happen if the tyrant would first consider, for even a moment, what his mother has taught him, and what her wishes would be. The same could be said for our own indiscretions, no matter how small. Our mothers would have us do better. We would all do well to heed their inspired examples.
Our deepest gratitude goes to each of you, our children for learning your lessons well, for selecting mates who obviously learned theirs, and for your combined diligence in passing the truth on to the progeny, whose knowledge and faith will almost certainly be tested in their generation.
Happy Mothers Day!
Mom and Dad
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.