Many Are Called But Few Are Frozen: We Have Arrived!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

We Have Arrived!

AUGUST 18, 2015

From President and Sister Perkinson:

Your sons and daughters are here in Vladivostok safely!

They are so excited to be here and to finally start to serve The Lord!

Thanks for your love, support and your prayers!
The gospel is true and changes lives for good!

AUGUST 21, 2015

Sister Wilding,

Thank you for your wonderful son! Thank you for teaching him the gospel of Jesus Christ! We feel so blessed with this new group of missionaries! And Elder Wilding tops the list!

Elder Wilding has been assigned to serve with Elder Lyman in a small branch in the West Zone called Angarsk where this young branch will love him! We were just there less than two weeks ago for District meeting and a fun Family Night with a song, power point presentation and pizza! I know that Elder Lyman is a wonderful missionary who will diligently train him with the 12 week program.

Here is a couple of pictures of him just prior to his departure.

Thank you!

Sister Perkinson

Vladivostok Russia

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Who are you, boy? Poem to Missionaries from Russian Convert, circa 2000

Who are you boy? For a boy you are journeyed to this land of ours, this land where I've endured my days. And felt oppression kill my soul and force me into some tight mold. And teach me that I should not hope unless I care to smell the smoke of dreams that the Red Army tamed. Who are you boy, from this land of plenty, teaching God, if there is any. You have all; we have none. Do you know what that feels like, son? And yet, you ask me to believe in something that I cannot see; some force you say will bring me joy. Do you know what that feels like, boy? Where you're from, faith is free, but it has a price for me. When I have pain, I have my bottle. Hurt dies quick when you down it with Vodka. That's enough to warm my soul. I work, I sleep, the days go by--I'm waiting for the day I die. You don't understand this place. You say believe, obey, have faith, live life well, serve and give. Here in Russia, we just live. Who are you, boy? Why did you come? To save a soul who once was numb. To teach a wretched, hateful, man who cursed your help, refused your hand. I thought that we were worlds apart. So how is it that you knew my heart? A fraction my age, you calmed my rage; mercy paid my generous wage. I should have been left behind. It is hard to love my kind. Hope in your heart, power in your hands, why did you come to this distant land? I know now, it was for me. The Red Curtain fell, but I was not free. Until a boy from nations away brought me my Lord, I bless the day. He led me to weep at my Master's feet, the American boy I met on the street--new and naive, still in his teens, with a message to bring the world to its knees. I thought that the truth would come from another--I did not know this boy was my brother.