I received my mission call in the mail today. For those of you who may not know what exactly that means, I submitted an application to become a full-time missionary for my church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, for two years. This "call" is basically an acceptance letter from my church leaders.
So, where am I going? I have been called to serve in the Mexico City South mission. This place right here: Mexico City South Mission. I will be leaving to the MTC (Missionary Training Center) in Provo, Utah on October 16th, 2013. I will be speaking Spanish down there.
Needless to say, I am super excited. Many LDS boys dream of becoming a missionary. "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission" goes the song we learn in primary, usually by the time we are six. For men of my church, we are commanded by our prophet to serve a mission between the ages of eighteen to twenty-five. It's a pretty big deal.
So, what will I be doing for the next two years? According to the handbook I received with my call, my purpose as a missionary is to "invite other to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end." In other words, I get to preach the gospel, and share my testimony in Jesus Christ, and other truths of my religion.
I am extremely excited to share my beliefs with other people, especially those of a different culture that my own. I am excited to learn to love the people I teach. I am excited to become a brother to people from a completely different country and upbringing than I am. I am excited to spend all of my time serving my God.
Also, it will be warm there... That's a huge bonus.
-Soon-To-Be Elder Brower
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Mission, kissing, and a big head.
Well, some cool stuff has happened recently. Kinda distracted me from actually keeping this blog thing running the way I had envisioned in my mind.
Well, I finished all my dentist stuff, including having my wisdom teeth removed. Not a good idea. I now know what it truly means to have teeth pulled, and can actually understand that saying, "it's like pulling teeth." Basically, for me, it meant getting some needles stuck into my jaws, these ones hurt terribly, worse than past shots I have received, having my face numbed, and then sitting in a chair for two and a half hours while my teeth were pulled out.
My mission papers were submitted this past Sunday. My stake president told me that, if these go the way he's been observing with past calls, my mission call will be issued tomorrow, and I will receive it in the mail hopefully between next Wednesday-Saturday. Needless to say, the world seems to be turning a whole lot slower than it has been.
Today, as I have heard, is national kissing day. I would like to share with you a song: This Kiss, by Faith Hill. When I was a little boy, by little, I mean all my years under the age of ten, this song was my very favorite song. No matter where I was, when this song came on the radio, I would sing along. Apparently, this was pretty memorable. In Ely, Nevada, a place I moved away from about eight years ago, people still remember me singing it.
So, it's story time now. When I was a baby to oldish toddler, and probably still, I had a huge head. I don't mean that in the way that I was an prideful child, I mean it literally. My head did not fit my body in any way. My cousins enjoyed informing my mother of that fact. So, during my toddler years, my head would get stuck in the strangest places. For example, my head got stuck in the fork of a tree a couple times, and more times than I'd like to remember, I would get stuck under my bed because my head wouldn't fit coming out as well as I could get it in.
Once, when my family was visiting my grandparents, I was being a little kid, and climbing on a bench. Well, I slipped behind it. A normal child would have fallen behind, crawled out, and been fine. Me, on the other hand, got my head stuck between the wall, and the top of this bench. According to the stories I have been told, my legs were suspended a few inches from the ground. This was before I could speak well, so I simply yelled, "'Tuck! 'Tuck!!!" until someone heard and rescued me.
I like to think I have grown into my head now. It doesn't get stuck anymore, at least.
Well, that's all for now. Happy Kissing Day! Kiss your mom or something.
~Aaron Brower, The "Baby With a Big Head!"
Well, I finished all my dentist stuff, including having my wisdom teeth removed. Not a good idea. I now know what it truly means to have teeth pulled, and can actually understand that saying, "it's like pulling teeth." Basically, for me, it meant getting some needles stuck into my jaws, these ones hurt terribly, worse than past shots I have received, having my face numbed, and then sitting in a chair for two and a half hours while my teeth were pulled out.
My mission papers were submitted this past Sunday. My stake president told me that, if these go the way he's been observing with past calls, my mission call will be issued tomorrow, and I will receive it in the mail hopefully between next Wednesday-Saturday. Needless to say, the world seems to be turning a whole lot slower than it has been.
Today, as I have heard, is national kissing day. I would like to share with you a song: This Kiss, by Faith Hill. When I was a little boy, by little, I mean all my years under the age of ten, this song was my very favorite song. No matter where I was, when this song came on the radio, I would sing along. Apparently, this was pretty memorable. In Ely, Nevada, a place I moved away from about eight years ago, people still remember me singing it.
So, it's story time now. When I was a baby to oldish toddler, and probably still, I had a huge head. I don't mean that in the way that I was an prideful child, I mean it literally. My head did not fit my body in any way. My cousins enjoyed informing my mother of that fact. So, during my toddler years, my head would get stuck in the strangest places. For example, my head got stuck in the fork of a tree a couple times, and more times than I'd like to remember, I would get stuck under my bed because my head wouldn't fit coming out as well as I could get it in.
Once, when my family was visiting my grandparents, I was being a little kid, and climbing on a bench. Well, I slipped behind it. A normal child would have fallen behind, crawled out, and been fine. Me, on the other hand, got my head stuck between the wall, and the top of this bench. According to the stories I have been told, my legs were suspended a few inches from the ground. This was before I could speak well, so I simply yelled, "'Tuck! 'Tuck!!!" until someone heard and rescued me.
I like to think I have grown into my head now. It doesn't get stuck anymore, at least.
Well, that's all for now. Happy Kissing Day! Kiss your mom or something.
~Aaron Brower, The "Baby With a Big Head!"
Monday, June 3, 2013
Who am I? Two, four, six, Oh, Oooooooooonnne!
So, my first blog post. The thing where you introduce your new blog, while simultaneously managing to capture people's interest.
So, my name is Aaron Brower. I am eighteen years old. Some might ask what my favorite foods are... I find it easier to list what foods aren't my favorites. Those are: raisins, craisins, and pudding. I would say chewing/bubble gum, but I don't consider those to even be listed in the food category.
I grew up in the Western part of the United States. I moved six times by the time I was eleven, Utah to Colorado to New Mexico to Nevada to Nevada again, and now I've settled back in Utah. I remember my fifth birthday, we were moving to New Mexico. I told my mom that I really wasn't going to turn five until we had cake, ice cream and presents. I was a strange child sometimes.
I started playing piano almost five years ago, three months after I turned thirteen. (If you would like to see some of the music I play, check out my youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/MrPianoMan47) I'm trying to pick up the violin... Despite it not weighing much, I'm not having a whole lot of success there. Maybe if I actually practiced every once in a while...
I love reading. My favorite series so far is the Ranger's Apprentice series. If I wasn't a semi-normal, modern teenager, I'd be a ranger. Bows, camouflage, scouting out enemy forces, being seen as a mystical dude because no one understands how in the world I manage to enter a fully lit and guarded room without being seen... Yeah. That would be awesome.
I enjoy all clean humor. But my favorite is the more dry, random puns type of thing. I even like it when girls put their hair up in puns. (Sorry... Awful joke there.)
Well... I'm going to end this now. Stay posted for some fun memories of mine. I've got quite a few good ones stored up.
~Aaron Brower, "The Man"
So, my name is Aaron Brower. I am eighteen years old. Some might ask what my favorite foods are... I find it easier to list what foods aren't my favorites. Those are: raisins, craisins, and pudding. I would say chewing/bubble gum, but I don't consider those to even be listed in the food category.
I grew up in the Western part of the United States. I moved six times by the time I was eleven, Utah to Colorado to New Mexico to Nevada to Nevada again, and now I've settled back in Utah. I remember my fifth birthday, we were moving to New Mexico. I told my mom that I really wasn't going to turn five until we had cake, ice cream and presents. I was a strange child sometimes.
I started playing piano almost five years ago, three months after I turned thirteen. (If you would like to see some of the music I play, check out my youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/MrPianoMan47) I'm trying to pick up the violin... Despite it not weighing much, I'm not having a whole lot of success there. Maybe if I actually practiced every once in a while...
I love reading. My favorite series so far is the Ranger's Apprentice series. If I wasn't a semi-normal, modern teenager, I'd be a ranger. Bows, camouflage, scouting out enemy forces, being seen as a mystical dude because no one understands how in the world I manage to enter a fully lit and guarded room without being seen... Yeah. That would be awesome.
I enjoy all clean humor. But my favorite is the more dry, random puns type of thing. I even like it when girls put their hair up in puns. (Sorry... Awful joke there.)
Well... I'm going to end this now. Stay posted for some fun memories of mine. I've got quite a few good ones stored up.
~Aaron Brower, "The Man"
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