Sunday, June 21, 2009

First E-mail Home

This past Thursday (which is P-Day for Brock) we received his first email home. I was on the TREK, and didn't have Internet, so that is why I am just now getting to posting this. I have put his email up in the header... elderbrockmason@myldsmail.net. Please write him....

Here is a few excerpts from his email.

Well how is everyone? Here is my email address i just set it up and i can check email every thursday while i do laundry. I LOVE laundry. Well i'm trying to write to all of you some letters as well, to hopefully keep you informed on what i'm doing and how it is going. Read all the letters to each other so that way i can tell more of the things that are happening in greater detail and not have to repeat myself. Well basically the MTC is ok. Not what i expected and i'm not an elder who shouts hallelujah all the time to be here. I would rather be teaching real investigators.

The Creole is coming along. We did a contacting yesterday with a missionary who just returned from orlando where we had to get to know him and teach him things, and ask to set up an appointment, and do it all in Haitian. It was way fun. The grammar for the language is incredibly simple, the pronunciation can be a little odd. Having a Haitian instructor helps a lot though, so we can really hear what the accent is like. So basically the work with the language revolves around memorizing phrases and vocab.

Well how is everything at home? I assume Kari is on trek from the last letter i got from her. By the way, write me lots, i need the support, and i love coming home at night and getting some letters to read. I love knowing whats going on and hearing from you all. I hope Lanie and Bob are enjoying school. I hope Bob's pepper's are growing nicely, and i wish i could be there to taste them with him. By the way thank sister Sabin for the cinnamon rolls! It's funny, they have a half hour time limit on this thing, so as i type there is a clock counting down to when my access will be cut off. Can you say MTC KGB?

Try and tell anyone who wants to write me to do so, i would love to hear from anyone. I should be filling up my camera soon and be sending a card home so you can see some pictures of me and the other guys learning Creole. 3 of the 11 of us are going to Orlando, my companion and another really big white guy who is a football player. He is really funny. He kinda struggles with the language and sounds japanese when he speaks, kinda like Kari i hear! I hope mom isn't crying too much. I pray for all of you each night that you can know how deeply i care for you, and how much i miss you all.

Well i figure i will tell you what my days are like. Wake up @ 6:30, be in class by 7. Then it is scripture study until 7:45, then breakfast until 8:15 (the food isn't all that great but i haven't died yet). then it's back to class for instruction. Basically from then until lunch, we study PMG, practice teaching lessons, learn the language, and have discussions with our teachers who are all RM"S who speak Creole. Then @ 12:30 we have lunch until 1:15, then back in class until 5. We have dinner @ 5 until 5:45, then back to class until 9 pm. Then we plan for the next day (make goals, what we should study, whatever) with our companions until 9:30. Then we go back to our apartment, and get ready for bed and write in our journals. This is normally when i write you all. I sleep in a bed as long as me, about a foot from the ceiling, and hope i don't fall off because i'm on the top. The toilets are worse than my apartment at college! isn't that something. No big though.

Well i should go now, my time is almost up. Write me when you can, and i will be sending you all letters soon. I love you all, pray for me.

Love,

Elder Mason


I got an email from a missionary that use to serve in our ward that now teaches at the MTC... here is what he had to say about Brock...

Hello Mason Family,
So I was here working at the MTC today and who did I run into, little ol' Brock. He ran up to me and said "here's someone you could teach." So then his companion Elder Peterson began street contacting me in Haitian and Brock proceeded to translate. It was great. Brock knows the language so good. The whole time he was suggesting words and correcting his companion's words. He knows it pretty well for only being here a week. We then talked for a few minutes and he wanted me to let you know that he loves you all and misses you so much.
I guess that's all. I'll pass on messages when ever I see him.
Matt Peterson

I thought this was pretty cool that Brock already knows the language so well and was correcting his companions grammar....that is so Brock!

We love and miss him, but all sounds well. Thanks for your support.

Love,

Kari

Monday, June 15, 2009

The FIRST letter has arrived!



Today we received Brock's first letter in the mail. We WERE very excited!




He wrote it the first night in the MTC right before he went to bed. I am not going to post the entire thing, but parts of it....

I love you all and miss you so much. It slowly hit me throughout the day that I am now a missionary and will not see you for two years. I hope that I can remain faithful and work hard to prepare to serve. Thank you for loving me so much, for raising me, and for preparing me to serve a mission. I'm humbled and grateful for the opportunity to serve, and I pray that I can honor the Lord and you all through my efforts. Pray for me.

Tell Dad that I hope I can develop a working spirit like his, and that I can find his tenderness. Tell Mom that I hope to be strong and faithful like her. Tell Kari that I wish she were here to make me smile. :) and tell Lanie that I wish I could hug her one last time. Tell Robert Hoi! We start learning tomorrow, I think we will be learning French and Creole, because the 500 pound sack of books we were given have things in French and Creole. I have to sleep now, hopefully I can wake up. Please pray for me, I love you all so much.

Love,
Elder Brock M. Mason

Brock also wrote little notes on and around the letter:

" Look for more letters soon"
" I love you"
" I forgot that I took notes on the back, so now you have them" - this one made me laugh....

Here are some of the notes he took:
Byenveni!
Fe Konesans (Get to know each other)
Koman ou rele? (What is your name?)
Mwen rele ___ (My name is)
Kikote ou soti? (Where are you from?)
Mwen soti___ (I am from__)
Kikote ou prale? (Where are you going?)
Mwen Prale__ (I am going to __)

Of course there were some tender sweet moments when we read this letter together. Lanie got upset that we didn't wait for her to open it (she lives in a different state) I asked her what she wanted me to do... let her hear the envelope opener ripping open on the paper? She is so funny.

So it looks like things are well. We went to Walmart tonight and made a little picture album for him of our family to have. We are also sending some goodies.

Thanks everyone for supporting him. He is our precious boy and we love him to pieces!

Love,
Kari

Friday, June 12, 2009

MTC Drop Off

This past week our family dropped Brock off at the Missionary Training Center (MTC) in Provo, UT. He will be spending around 9 weeks there learning the Haitian, Creole language and learning how to teach what we believe to the people of Orlando. See above in the header for the most updated address. We have a MTC mailbox number now. Now on a update of how the week went. Sunday night Brock was set apart as a full time missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was a very special moment for our family. The Christensen's and the Nimer's as well as Mark Sabin were all there to show their support for Brock. And we really appreciate them since we all kind of grew up together. After that Brock needed a companion, so there I was! I didn't watch any TV, or listen to music the entire time I was with him. We went to go get a haircut together, go to the DMV to get his driving record, Chipotle, and where ever he went I followed.... I miss my companion! :(
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Monday night, Dad, Mom, Brock and I (Kari) flew out to SLC to be with Lanie and Robert. We stayed in their one bedroom apartment with them, so we definitely had some SERIOUS bonding time! Tuesday, we went and bought Brock another suit, Dad got one as well. Then we went to lunch with Brock's roommate Jordan and his family. Brock and Jordan were roommates this entire past year, and they reported the same day. It was fun to meet his family and hang out. After that, our family and Jordan's family went to the SLC temple. We took some family pictures, picked up his suit. Then it was time for some fun. We all sat down in Lanie's apartment and went around the room, each of us having to say what we were going to miss about Brock and give him some advice. Brock went last and spoke to each of us what he would miss the most. It was really fun! Then Robert and Lanie had some fireworks in their apartment so we had a little party outside in the rain with our sparklers.


Wednesday morning came, we left for Provo and got to the MTC early to take some family photos in front of the main sign. We cannot go onto property due to the swine flu outbreak. We took some really fun pictures with Jordan as well, and went up to the Provo temple and took even more pictures. After a heated debate on where to go to lunch, we ended up at taco bell. Then it was time to drop Brock off. We pulled up to the MTC, the security guard told us where to go, and it was waterworks from there on. We had a order that we were all supposed to hug Brock in (Created by Lanie) and dad messed it up by hugging him first, so then we all started to laugh and cry at the same time. It was awesome! We had 3 minutes to say goodbye, and dropped him off in front of the MTC. I'm glad that we didn't have to go in and watch the movie that tears your heart out, it was quick like pulling off a band aid.


It was hard to say goodbye, but know that he is going to be doing the Lord's work and loving every second of it! He is the first in our family to serve a mission, and probably the only one. He is also the only Mason, (as in extended family) to go as well. We are so proud of him and will miss him terribly, but look forward to hearing from him. Please feel free to write him. As soon as we get our first letter/email I will post some of it on here.


Lanie and I were talking about how much we are going to miss him. The three of us have always had a great relationship, and it will be hard to not be able to text him or talk to him everyday, but we are very proud of him!

Friday, May 29, 2009

The Mission Call

3 videos... one of Brock in Utah reading his call, one of Kari, Mom and Dad at home in Colorado, and one of Lanie and Robert in Utah. These are our reactions to the call, since we all couldn't be together.

Farewell Address

“Jesus Christ, the Son of God”

It is my pleasure to stand before you today as I am humbled by the opportunity I have received to address you. In preparing for this moment, I have prayed with all diligence to ensure that the words which flowed from my mouth would be the words which the Lord would have me say, and that they would be accompanied by the supernal power of the Holy Ghost. I hope now that it will assist me in bearing testimony of the greatest truth known to man, the Atonement of Jesus Christ.
Of the 156 weeks of Christ’s earthly ministry, over one third of all the writings concerning his mortal sojourn focus upon his final week in mortality, especially His last 24 hours. The testimony of John the revelator devotes over half of its words to the Savior’s last days because of their overwhelming importance. This final week and the events which took place therein were the culminating epoch of the Savior’s life upon the earth, for it was during these moments when the Atoning sacrifice would be completed. Every doctrine we teach and every truth we present is drawn from the effulgent power of Christ’s Atonement, and all mankind may be saved through this eternal sacrifice. Every saving ordinance we perform is made operative by its infinite power, and all tenets of our religion are but appendages to it. For truly, “we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins” (2 Nephi 25:26). It is to these final hours and these most sacred truths that we now turn our attention.
After finishing the Passover meal, in which Christ further instructed His apostles concerning His messianic purpose, He escaped the walls of Jerusalem and found solicitude in a small garden spot on the slopes of Mount Olivet. This area, Gethsemane by name, was created for the purpose of harvesting and developing the Olive fruit. Now, on this night, the Son of man retired here to procure a fruit more sustaining than any yet cultivated. He was to begin the agony of the Atonement, which in its majesty bears eternal life to those who choose to partake of it. As He entered into this sacred space He left eight disciples at the entrance, and admonished them to “pray that [they] enter not into temptation”. He continued onward with Peter, James, and John a bit further, and then left them a way off that He could commune with His Father. He went about “a stone’s cast” away and finding himself alone, fell upon his face and began to pray. In this moment, Christ took upon Himself not only the sins of all mankind, past, present, and future, upon multiple planets, but also endured the sorrows, sufferings, tribulations, and injustices felt by His brothers and sisters. In this moment, all that the Fall had put wrong, the Savior began to put right. He was the only perfect man to ever walk the earth, and as such was worthy to inherent all the Father had. Yet in His perfect love for each of us, whose mistakes and follies render us unable to achieve salvation alone, He voluntarily suffered the wrath of God that we might be spared. Mark tells us that he was “sore amazed” and “very heavy”. Even the Only Begotten of the Father was terrified and astonished at the weight of such a burden. At this time, Satan himself came to Jerusalem, and in this moment when eternity became within reach, used every means feasible to thwart the progress of the Savior. Yet in this terrible moment of the Savior’s existence, we can be sure that the Father of this suffering Son was also likely nearby.
In the moments when the universe gazed upon Him, the Lord cried out, “Abba, Father, all things are possible unto thee; take away this cup from me: nevertheless not what I will, but what thou wilt”. The Greek term Abba, could be more effectively rendered as “Daddy”. In this tender moment, when the sins of all mankind, past, present, and future, fell upon Him, He cried out in the agony of His soul, “Daddy”. Truly this man was the Son of God, and in a moment when blood fell from every pore, He yearned for the protective and sustaining love of His Father. “It was not physical pain, nor mental anguish alone, that caused Him to suffer such torture as to produce an extrusion of blood from every pore; but spiritual agony of soul such as only God was capable of experiencing. No other man, however great his powers of physical or mental endurance, could have suffered so” (James E. Talmage Jesus the Christ). His divine sire allotted Him the strength necessary to endure suffering without measure, and no other person could have endured such extreme affliction. We know that in these moments of excruciating torture, an angel was sent from heaven to strengthen him, that He could endure the perils of sin. And “in that hour of anguish Christ met and overcame all the horrors that Satan… could inflict” (Jesus the Christ pg. 613). He took upon himself the sins of mankind that He literally became the sinner, and we the sinners became Him. Our weaknesses fell upon Him and He endured the torment that eternal justice demands, that we might become perfect.
After a time Jesus returned to His disciples as a party of soldiers came into view. With them was Judas, who upon arrival kissed Jesus upon the face in a cowardly signal to the Roman guard that they might detain Him. This former apostle, under the nefarious influence of Satan, sold away the life of Jehovah for thirty pieces of silver, the price of a common slave. After His arrest Christ was arraigned before the judicial form of the Sanhedrin, and through deceitful tactics and unlawful means, He, the law giver, was sentenced to death by the adulterated cries of blasphemy, high treason against Caesar, and revolt. When Pilate was wont to release Him, declaring that he found “no fault in this man”, the voices of the supposed rulers of the land were clear in their desire: “Crucify Him…His blood be on us, and on our children”. In the awful irony of history a pagan ruler plead for the life of the Jewish Deity, but rather than release their Lord, those admixed cries called for the release of Barabbas, a criminal guilty of high treason and murder. Pontius Pilate finally gave the order for death by crucifixion, and the Creator was dragged away to be slain, “for the sins of the world”.
Likely within the walls of the Antonia Fortress, Jesus was scourged by the Roman guard with a whip made of jagged pieces of metal, bone, and stone. How many lashings He received we do not know, but in His weakened condition His skin would have been highly fragile and sensitive due to the sweating of blood He had already experienced. Yet “He was brutalized further with deep bruises and the strips of quivering and bleeding flesh that the whipping tore off His back” (The Four Gospels). The Roman soldiers during this time placed a crown of thorns upon His head, and a purple robe upon His back, that they might mock the King of all creation. He was then taken to Golgotha, which being interpreted means a skull, to be lifted up. As they went, a procession of disciples lined the streets and lamented the loss of their beloved Master, as they helplessly watched their Lord be carried away to endure immeasurable torment. As they reached Calvary, a spot likely along a busy roadway outside Jerusalem, for such public displays of violence were at the brunt of Roman intimidation, the execution began. The Roman guards drove nails through the palms of His hands, and then through His wrists for fear that the weight of His body would tear it away from the cross. His last possession, a garment which covered His feeble body, was stripped off Him, and the Roman soldiers cast lots upon His vesture. This would have left the Savior unclothed in any respect and in terrible agony. With His arms nailed tightly across the wood, He would have struggled to inhale every breath, as the slow process of crucifixion took place. The voices of disbelievers were heard to scream at Him, “If thou be the king of the Jews, save thyself”. It is hard to imagine the sorrow and heartache Christ must have been enduring. Not only to feel entirely alone, rejected, hated, and condemned, but in these last moments those who declared to worship the mighty King stood at the feet of their God and laughed in derision as to His suffering. Christ could have escaped at anytime from the pains of the cross, but in the submissive obedience characteristic of His nature, He remained that God’s will could be done. Later, in an expression of love unmet by any other, He pleaded with His Father for those who condemned Him saying, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do”. As He drank the cup of bitterness He became not bitter, but was instead filled with Love for all mankind. Even those who in the foul sacrilege of their oath defiled the name of the God they claimed to worship, He pleaded for their souls because of the tender mercy which enveloped His being.
According to Bruce R. McConkie, “all of the anguish, all of the sorrow, and all of the suffering of Gethsemane recurred during the final three hours while on the cross”. It appears that in addition to the horrors of death by crucifixion, the pains of Gethsemane reoccurred upon Christ in these final hours. And then, in the last and perhaps most painful part of the Savior’s life, the Father temporarily withdrew Himself that Christ should endure all these things, even the power of the devil, entirely alone. Jesus in terrible surprise to the agony of supreme loneliness cried, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Elder Melvin J. Ballard records, “in that hour I think I can see our dear Father behind the veil looking upon these dying struggles until even he could not endure it any longer; and, like the mother who bids farewell to her dying child, has to be taken out of the room, so as not to look upon the last struggles, so he bowed His head and hid in some part of his universe, his great heart almost breaking for the love that he had for his Son.” After a time, Jesus raised His head and in a sign of overwhelming power declared, “It is finished”, and voluntarily gave up the ghost. Such a loud proclamation was considered unfeasible when the state of His body is taken into account. Victims of the cross were deliberately stretched across the chest so that their lungs could not fully inflate, that they might slowly suffocate, making speaking a difficult task. Such a declaration right before death is a miracle in and of itself. Only a God would be capable of such an achievement, and these final words stand as a testament to His personal divinity. The Roman guard came with a spear to ensure that Christ was dead, and as they jabbed it into His side, blood and water came gushing out. As James E. Talmage notes in His acclaimed work Jesus the Christ, such a manifestation of blood and water extruding from the body could only occur by means of a ruptured heart. In short, Christ’s mortal body finally reached death because of a broken heart.
After His death He was taken and laid in the sepulcher, and the Sadducees and High priests enlisted a roman guard to watch the tomb that His body might not be stolen away. But on the third day following His crucifixion, on Sunday, the stone covering His resting place was rolled back by angelic ministers, only to reveal the empty tomb of the Lord Jesus Christ. He had Risen! Death could not contain the majesty of His supreme power, and He loosed its awful bands not only for himself, but for all mankind; as all will be raised in like manner in the last day because of His sacrifice. He had completed all the Father asked of Him, and had finished the Atonement. Because of this glorious sacrifice, we may be saved from our own sins; we may be succored in our afflictions, and counseled in our infirmities. We will conquer death and live eternally in a resurrected body, we will be judged according to our deeds, and we will enter into God’s kingdom should we be found worthy. Jesus Christ descended below all things, and finally transcended the ladder of mortality to the glory of eternity. As he proclaimed to Mary Magdalene, “I ascend unto my Father”. The only perfect man ever to live was the only one capable of such an achievement. Yet by His suffering He provides us all the opportunity to join Him as heirs in His divine reward. We may return to our Father in heaven, the literal parent of our spirits, because of the Love Christ felt and acted upon for all of us. I stand in awe at the tenderness of His heart that He, who deserved no punishment, would suffer beyond all comprehension for a sinner like me. He painfully underwent every injustice that could be inflicted upon the inhabitants of the earth that He could, in perfect sympathy, strengthen His people. We can never shake our fists towards the heavens in the acclamation that they do not understand our trials and pain, for Christ has experienced all things, and more.
I call all within the sound of my voice to come unto Christ, be perfected in Him, and know that this is His church, the only institution with all the keys necessary to return the children of men to their maker. The resurrected Lord, as He had done in ancient times, appeared to the boy Joseph in 1820 to answer his humble prayer, and that through this worthy servant He restored His church upon the earth, and Christ stands at the helm of it. I bear testimony that the Atonement is real, and that it has forever transformed my life, as my allegiances are now aligned with the Savior of the world. The Book of Mormon is the word of God, it testifies of Christ in a superlative power that is far beyond the biblical writ, and it restores many plain and precious truths that were lost by the decay of time. The power of God is real, and a life founded upon the teachings of Jesus Christ will bring more happiness and more success than one built upon any philosophy of man. It is this glad message, that of the restoration of God’s true church in these latter-days, and the triumphant rise of our redeemer, that we must spread to all the earth. For it will fulfill the deepest spiritual needs of any person and unite families eternally. There is no greater work, and I consecrate my life unto it. I bear solemn witness that God lives, that Jesus is His Son and that there is no other like him. "I testify that He is utterly incomparable in what He is, what He knows, what He has accomplished, and what He has experienced. Yet, movingly, He calls us His friends. (See John 15:15.) We can trust, worship, and even adore Him without any reservation! As the only Perfect Person to sojourn on this planet, there is none like Him! (See Isa. 46:9.) In intelligence and performance, He far surpasses the individual and the composite capacities and achievements of all who have lived, live now, and will yet live! (See Abr. 3:19.) He rejoices in our genuine goodness and achievement, but any assessment of where we stand in relation to Him tells us that we do not stand at all! We kneel!" His perfect life and infinite Atonement have opened the way for us, that our own souls may be filled with joy, and that we may live with Him forever in the eternal courts of glory above. Of these things I bear witness, in the sacred name of Jesus Christ, Amen.