I was attending Snow College when I submitted my papers to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It seemed like an eternity before the call came and I found out where I was going to serve. It was a Saturday, and the first thing I did when I got it was to gather my roommates and college buddies around and call home. Excitedly, I tore open my call and read:
When I read where I was called to serve, the first thing that came to my mind was Reid Wiberg, my neighbor from Roy, who had received his call to Micronesia Guam. I remember going to a Sunday School lesson and having him teach a class on missionary work. He encouraged all of us to go on missions, just not to his mission "the hell-hole of all missions". |