Hi everyone. I was going to write on Sunday, but didn't want to compete with Dad's post. Such exciting news in Pocatello. Grandma cut out an article for Dad about a 360 pound pig that a guy is keeping for a pet that is causing quite a stir.
Anyway, in church Sunday our bishop was telling us about a woman at work whose son was at scout camp at Little Lemhi. He was on a hike, and got lost. She got a call from the camp at 11 p.m. one night, and was told they couldn't find her son. They quickly drove there, arriving in the middle of the night. As the night progressed, she said she was amazed at all the help that showed up. Friends, neighbors, not even close acquaintances came offering 4 wheelers, food, and any kind of assistance they could to help find her son. It was just so amazing to her that all these people would come on their own for a young boy (I believe he was 14) they didn't even know that well. The next morning a helicopter spotted the boy on a road, heading back toward the camp. He had found a hunter's camp, and spent the night in a tent on a cot Quite a comfortable night, really.
It reminded me of a time when we lived on Rainier. Matt was lost, maybe 3 or 4 years old. We couldn't find him anywhere. I can remember people all over the neighborhood looking for him. There were lots of fields at that time, so people were scouring the vicinity to try to find Matt. Lots of people looking for him. I don't know if we had called the police to assist or not. Finding Matt was everyone's number one priority. Isn't it incredible how we do that? How we can drop everything to find a lost child, not even just a child, really, but any lost person. Something within us reaches out to try to find something so precious as a living, breathing human soul. You all remember the happy ending to this story. We had that mattress on the floor in the basement. We put it there so the kids could jump on it or lay on it, or whatever. In this case, Matt crawled under the sheet, and went to sleep. I can't even remember how I found him. I am sure when I was able to calm down a little bit, the Spirit directed me.
Anyway, just a little reminder for myself, and all of you, that people are really the only thing that matters in this world. You have all probably had varied experiences that reminded you of this, too. I love all of you so much.
Luke 15:9 And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me; for I have found the (child) which I had lost.
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.