Family,
Today marks exactly one year in the mission field!!!!! That is nuts!!! It seems like it was yesterday that I was packing my things away at Carol's house half nervous and half excited. This time last year I entered into a world that exceeded my expectations. I feel it only appropriate that as I commemorate this first year I share with you some highlights and memories.
I remember being set apart and then hearing the first rules of being a missionary from my stake president in Salt Lake. He said, "No swimming, no dating, no dancing." Simple enough.
In the MTC I was studying Spanish and I had two companions and one of them was from England. One night I remember having a dream where I was speaking Spanish, a mile-stone for those who learn a new language, and then all the sudden my dream switched and I was speaking in a British accent. Apparently I have the gift of tongues.
For the first time ever I was able to watch General Conference from a different perspective in October of 2010. While I had attended previous sessions in the conference center before, this time I was blessed with the opportunity to sing in the MTC Choir during the general priesthood session and subsequently watch General Conference looking out into the congregation. An experience I will never forget.
My first hours in the mission field consisted of dinner at a member's home. I now serve in the same zone where I ate dinner that night with Sister Augustin, a cook from one of the casinos. We had a traditional Hispanic meal followed by cheesecake. Unforgettable.
On 11 January 2011, I left my first area, Elko. I felt as if my heart was being torn out as I drove off. The Sargents had given us room and board, Bishop Esplin had been an avid supporter of missionary work, and the Lord had placed many noble souls in our path. I was sad to leave.
2 May 2011 I was transferred out of the mission office, an assignment that taught me many valuable lessons and built my testimony tremendously of the Atonement. The transfer resulted in my service in the Monte Bello Ward, my first Spanish ward! I was beyond excited. For the next 2 months I would eat very well.
My first day in the Spanish ward I answered a phone call while my companion was in the restroom. The Hispanic lady on the other line asked in her native language to speak with my companion. I responded with the best Spanish I could muster and tried to tell her he was busy. She asked me why he was busy and quite taken aback as to her question. I replied and told her he was in the restroom. She then proceeded with a voice of concern to ask me why my companion was 'busy' in the bathroom. Again I thought to myself, "why is this lady so concerned with what my companion is doing in the restroom." At that point I realized that rather than telling her he was 'busy' I said he was 'worried,' a difference of a prefix between the words, ocupado=busy and preocupado=worried. We shared a laugh.
One day in Monte Bello we decided to hike Sunrise Mountain and shortly after we started we found a dead body.
One night in Monte Bello we ate 3 dinners. A result of being in the right place at the right time you might say. My companion, coincidentally, threw-up three times later that night. Coincidence...I think not.
4 July 2011 there were more lights added to the valley of Las Vegas as its citizens celebrated their freedom. Looking out at the city reminded me of the importance of this labor of love.
Around the same time our Mission President was released as he finished up his 3 years and we are graced by the presence of President Neider, a former member of the General Young Mens Presidency. He bears his new mantle of responsibility well and with a heart full of love.
Days later I was transferred to a different zone but only had to switch rooms in the apartment where I formerly resided. I was not expecting what was to come next. East Stake was my new home and Freemont Street my new stomping ground. I entered into a world I did not know existed. Freemont comes alive at 6pm. That is when we begin our most effective hours of work each day. But it is now my home. I love the people.
Big Mama taught me that every human being is a child of God. A lesson I will never forget.
To this point the Lord had directed us to many souls to bring unto him. A matriarch in a two generation home invited us to teach her the gospel. The HR director for one of the most wealthy corporations in Nevada recognized a need for change in his life and let us in to share a Christmas message. A Bulgarian sister came to sacrament meeting after a series of visions and in broken English expressed her desire to be baptized. A young mother with the support of her less-active husband saw a need for strong values in her home and invited us over for family home evening. A young boy just over the age of baptism studied astutely and built his testimony as he met with us. A young man just under the age to serve a mission called us one night to ask how to arrange discussions with the missionaries. Another young man went to seminary with his friend and found peace and order in his otherwise tumultuous day. An older man, recovered alcoholic, and father of 6 kids humbly listened to the message of the restored Gospel. An ambitious daughter of an older sister in the church recognized the need for God in her life and asked, "What makes Mormons different." A young girl saw the blessings of the gospel and patiently was through our appointments. A man lost in life, financially sound, yet morally displaced, prayed to God for direction and seconds later we knocked on his door. A family searched for a feeling of belonging and sound doctrine and started attending our church, they were taught for over a year by numerous sets of missionaries. An older spunky woman falls in love and is reminded of her mother's baptism into the church as she marries a member. Each of these children of God began by making small commitments and eventually were baptized and confirmed members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
With many others I have had the pleasure of sharing my testimony, in hopes of planting a seed that will one day produce the sweetest fruit.
One year down, one to go as a full-time, set apart missionary, and eternity to go as a child of God and bearer of truth and light.
Thank you all for your support and prayers. They have been felt and answered. May the Lord bless each and everyone of you and may he help you realize your potential.
Love,
Elder Cronin
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"But if ye will turn to the Lord with full purpose of heart, and put your trust in him, and serve him with all diligence of mind, if ye do this, he will, according to his own will and pleasure, deliver you from bondage" Mosiah 7:33--