2013. The year of sisters getting mission calls. Everywhere
I looked there was someone with a large white envelope bursting with good news.
My friend Kellie was always so excited for them, clapping and cheering with
such enthusiasm that I couldn’t seem to muster.
That night it was Jackie’s turn to open her call and so we
as good members of the ward walked across the hall to support/satisfy our
curiosity. As a rule, it didn’t really matter if you knew the person that well,
everyone was invited to come over and watch that lucky one open their envelope.
After about 12
of us were seated in the living room, Jackie brought out the envelope. We
started guessing at the places and what language that letter would say. I
yelled out Belgium and others were guessing somewhere in South America. We
asked her where she wanted to go. And of course the standard “anywhere the Lord
sends me, BUT if I had to choose I would pick Italy”. I had resolved to put on
a better show this time and be super happy for her. If I was not vocal about my
ecstatic joy for her then I was not supporting the missionaries. Finally she slipped open the envelope and started reading. “Sister
Brown you are hearby called to serve in the Florence Italy Mission.”
My breath caught and I could not believe it, people very
rarely got sent where they wanted to go. I started clapping and jumped up to
give her a hug. It was so amazing and her prayers were answered for sure this
day. “No way” and “Oh my gosh” were being tossed around the room. But there was
someone missing in all the cheering.
I looked over at Kellie and she was smiling but not her
normal gushing self. Suddenly I was suspicious.
The letter was fake.
What! Well I didn't see the ending coming, but I thought it was interesting how the outcome of the letter shook you out of the sort of through-the-motions excitement you were showing your friend before. I think we can all get disenchanted with routines, and only when something really strikes us as meaningful do we break out of that into real excitement.
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