Good Friday is a major holiday in Canada. Even our gym is closed. The Burnaby Ward in Vancouver has a breakfast every year for their ward on this day. It is an annual tradition. It's a good thing. It is a day we celebrate (funny word) the suffering and crucifixion of our Savior. Google says it is traditionally a day of fasting and penance. It certainly shouldn't be called 'good.' But, I am really glad it is celebrated and I hope many people reflect on the Savior more today.
However, not everything is closed on Easter, the day we should celebrate as much as any day of the year,. It is the day we commemorate the resurrection, the day when we are all freed from the "chains of death," thanks to the love and mercy of Jesus Christ. In fact, part of each sabbath day we should celebrate the resurrection. The gym is not closed on that day, but has limited hours. Society does not always get these things quite right, but like I said, I am grateful that Good Friday is recognized. I am so grateful for the gift of the resurrection and the possibility of eternal life through Him. Happy Easter everyone.
I am entering a post I made at the airport earlier this week on Facebook. The second set of missionaries went home and came into the mission since we arrived. It is all very emotional. Surprising how much we grow to love people in such a short time.
April 1, 2015
Still at the airport. We have only been here two months, but it is really hard telling these missionaries goodbye. They might think they are leaving the hard stuff behind, but they are not. I hope they will keep working to make the world and their lives better. The first pix is a statue at the airport. The next two are the Women's Broadcast of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Sister Spuhler and I got a few sisters together and watched it at the Richmond, BC building Saturday night. I am so grateful for my husband, my children, grandchildren, parents and the rest of my wonderful family, which is central to God's plan for our eternal destiny. I am also blessed beyond words to have been able to be a homemaker all the years our children were growing up. Many careers are important to society, but this particular career was very significant to our family. David also was a homemaker as were our children. We did it together. We are still doing it.
Don't have time to add photos this morning. Will add tonight. Happy Good Friday! #BCRealMormons
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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2 comments:
That talk was timely for me - my boss contacted me this week to let me know there was an opening for my old position, and I had first dibs if I wanted it. Flattering, but not really tempting for me. I'm already exactly where I'm supposed to be.
In Spanish it's holy Friday, not good Friday, which seems more fitting to me. It's a serious holiday in most Catholic countries too and thus in South Florida. All of the schools were closed on Friday here.
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