Weeks 79-80, An End of one Adventure and a New Beginning. New Venue/New Direction – ALL Good
Two very good and very full weeks, but for us no more numbers.
On April 9, 2019 we started heading home, via Virginia, with a stop there to see our oldest son and daughter and their children. One highlight was participating in the Priesthood ordination of our grandson, Nathan Kleinman.
Nathan waited for his grandfather, Elder Skip Booren, to be in attendance, before receiving the Aaronic priesthood and being ordained a Deacon by his father. We also got to watch another grandson, Brenner Booren, score the winning (only) goal in his Middle School soccer game. We enjoyed our time with our family in Virginia before heading for Indiana and another Booren family.
There, grandson, Ethan Booren, who also waited on his grandfather, received the Melchizedek Priesthood and was ordained an Elder as part of his preparations to go on a full-time Mission. While there, we attended a Stake Conference, where we very much enjoyed the Lord’s Spirit.
Much of the joy of this week was simply spending time with kids and grandkids, something that we have done little of the past 18 months.
From Indiana, Emma flew home to Oregon (her health isn’t up to an extended road trip). While Skip began the rest of the road trip home with daughter Melissa Jones, who flew out from Oregon to assist in this part of the journey. Gotta love these kids.
The first day of the rest of our road trip, was a stop in Omaha, Nebraska to see the Visitor’s Centers at Winter Quarters and Council Bluff, where the early members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints stopped briefly after getting kicked out of Nauvoo, Illinois, before proceeding to the deserts of Utah. Their incredible willingness to sacrifice so much, due to their testimonies of Joseph Smith as a Prophet of God and of the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ, as the word of God, allowed them to endure so much for their faith. I think that both Melissa and I were greatly inspired by what we saw, heard and felt through the Spirit of the Lord.
We then drove on to Gillette, Wyoming, for a short visit with my almost 93 year-old Aunt Patty Jessen. Aunt Patty is actually the sister-in-law to my last step-mother. That said, for the longest time, I have viewed their family as part of my real family because of the love I always felt when around them. They also hold a special place in my heart, because if Patty’s husband Jess hadn’t invited my up to replace the roof on their ranch house, so many years ago, I might not have met and married my Sweetheart Emma and thus might not have been introduced to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints when I was, and certainly wouldn’t have had the wonderful children that came into my life as a result. While Aunt Patty is still very active and lucid, I wasn’t sure when I would next see her and I wanted to tell her in person, how grateful I am for her and her family and all that they have meant to me over the years.
I got to be a missionary with Aunt Patty, at least a little bit of one. While she is firmly convinced that our Church is NOT for her, she nonetheless had a lot of questions we were able to discuss. We also talked a lot about how important families are in the greater scheme of things. And it was fun to hear about how well her family is doing. Even though my contact with them is limited, I do love that family a lot.
From Gillette, Melissa and I then drove 1175 miles in 17 hours to get back to Oregon. Along the way in our driving, we listened to a few April 2019 General Conference talks and to a lot of Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. I love Dickens’ works, because the good guys are generally very good, courageous, and moral, even if young and sometimes a little immature. The bad guys leave no doubt as to their evil intentions. That said, karma plays its role and the different players reap what they sow, whether for good or for ill. All of this plays out in beautifully described scenes from early 19th Century England, where many of the challenges faced are not so different from what we see today. Despite the changes in technology, people are still people and politicians still fight the media even like way back then.
On arriving in Oregon, we found ourselves again surrounded by loving family. Truly life can be a preparation for heaven as we learn to love one another.
Saturday morning, 20 April, our Stake President formally released us as Full-time Missionaries. The reminder of that still brings a tear to my eyes. Not of sorrow, nor of gratitude at being released, but of gratitude for the opportunity to have served. It is so hard sometimes to express the joy of being a part of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and having the opportunity to share that joy with our Heavenly Father’s children. More often than not, it brings a tear of joy to my old eyes. Our release interview was a wonderful experience. We are even more grateful to have done it in person. We had heard of some Missionaries being released via Skype or some similar means, but it is important to do this in person so that the Spirit of the Lord can be there for everyone involved.
Afterwards we went to our daughter, Melissa Jones’ home for a family Easter Egg hunt involving all four of our children and their families in this area. It was fun. Then we drove down to Springfield, OR to see a special, as in extra-special, musical performance by a group in which our daughter-in-law Charlotte Booren was performing. It was the oratorio, “Lamb of God” by Rob Gardner. Charlotte sang the part of Mary Magdalene – “Gloria (My Savior Lives).” All I can say is “WOW!” It was beautiful and what a spiritually powerful way to conclude the day of our Missionary release.
And then came Easter, wherein we remember the suffering, death, and resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ and ALL that means to us, Because of Him. One of the Personal Study segments in this week’s Come Follow Me guide, spoke to the fact that the Savior’s Atonement can and should be a source of hope as we deal with the trials that come into our lives. Spoiler Alert – even senior Missionaries have things that don’t go quite right, for example families don’t always respond in the way you hope, young single members don’t come to the fantastic meal Emma prepared for them, and even things can go South on the home front.
In addition to the above, in our case, while we were serving, things went awry between a few of our children, that has left a rift in our family, that is breaking our hearts, in part because it has also affected the relationship of a few of these children with Emma and me. That said, to paraphrase the quote in Come Follow Me, because of Easter, we have hope that we will be healed as a family, that there will be no more rifts in our family, and that though the eventual cleansing process may be painful, we will once again be whole and ALL, as in every one of us, will be filled with the joy that comes only from the Lord. On our journey home, we experienced some small steps in the right direction. In fact, those steps represented one of the all-time highlights of our Mission. We were promised that our family would be taken care of by the Lord. We just need to be faithful. We are hopeful, very hopeful.
Here are a few reflections or Lessons Learned from our Missionary Adventure – some we already knew, but were thoroughly reinforced:
- God’s Love is Real – We felt this every Sunday in our services at Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island, with the ward members of the Beaufort Ward, and in our interactions with the less-active/returning members to whom we ministered. This is a wonderfully powerful aspect of Missionary service and indeed in simply living. The more we can experience it through unselfish service, the brighter are our lives and the lives of those we touch. This is the Pearl of Great Price.
- When we feel God’s Love, we also experience Joy – One Missionary said that Missionaries are Spiritual High junkies. I think it is what keeps them coming back day after day, even when things don’t go as they hope. Alma 27: 18 speaks to this. We experience this joy when we “go about doing good,” unselfishly serving others. It comes as we consecrate our lives in the service of the Lord and His children. The more we try to fully turn our lives over to the Lord in His service, the more we feel this joy. The more fully consecrated Missionaries are also the happiest. This is the kind of joy that helps one to feel “finer than frog’s hair.”
- Daily Scripture Study is key to being Guided by the Holy Spirit – We sought to read from the Book of Mormon every day, in addition to our other studies in Come Follow Me and Preach My Gospel. This was valuable counsel from our Mission President that we hope to continue into the future. One thing we discovered is that Preach My Gospel is not just for Missionaries, but is valuable for ALL members of the Church.
- Persistence and Consistency – When interacting with and ministering to less-active members of the Church who are returning to activity, persistence and consistency are essential for success. Small steps are what will be seen most often, so don’t be surprised when you don’t see success overnight. This also applies to our own conversion process, as we study, ponder, pray, and unselfishly serve. The more we freely do the little things, the more dedicated we become to the Savior and His Church and Kingdom on earth.
- As I feel of the Spirit of the Lord, my love for my Honey grows – This happens most every time I go to the Temple, but I also felt it when Emma and I were serving someone and the Lord’s love was there with us. It happened multiple times as we served on our Mission. I am confident we will experience this love again in the future.
- Consecration and sacrifice – In the Book of Mormon (Alma 22: 15&18), there is a story about how one king is initially ready to give up half of his kingdom in order to save his life. He then says that he is willing to give up his whole kingdom that he “may be born of God, having this wicked spirit rooted out of my breast, and receive his Spirit, that I may be filled with joy.” He then prays and says that he is willing to give away all of his sins in order to know God.
I have found as we have served the Lord on our Mission, that the more I have sought to consecrate as much of my time and energy as I could in serving the Lord, the more I have felt of His Love and joy. So, while to some, the consecration of time, resources, and energy required in serving a Mission may appear to be a sacrifice; in reality for me, it was only a source of wonderful blessings.
We hope to continue putting to use these valuable lessons learned as we move into our next adventure in life, and live and serve here in Oregon. We are so incredibly grateful for everything the Lord has done for us. We are grateful for our testimonies of His Restored Gospel and knowledge that Jesus Christ lives and is our Savior, for modern-day Prophets from Joseph Smith to Russell M. Nelson, for the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ and the Bible we are studying this year in the Come Follow Me Home-centered and Church-supported curriculum. We are grateful to know that our Father in Heaven is real and really loves us, imperfect though we are.
Having been so greatly blessed, can life be anything other than good out here? And so, our friends and family who have followed us these past several months, “Adieu and may the Good Lord Love and Bless you All.” We close this, our adventure, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
P.S. Today we took part in a session in the Portland, OR Temple, thanks to daughter Sara. It was another wonderful homecoming.
Tuesday was also Emma’s birthday, so at her suggestion, we took the Elders to lunch with us to celebrate. She even got sung Happy Birthday by an Outback waitress with a truly amazing voice. It was fun.
How wonderfully uplifting that good couple is and how we have enjoyed coming to love them and feast on the Spirit they bring to the Mission. We also had our last Ward Missionary Correlation/Coordination meeting. Boy am I now converted to the power of these meetings and the importance of having good representation from the Ward Council, especially the respective counselors from the Relief Society and Elders Quorum presidencies.
That evening we had the Elders over for one last dinner. Emma has been cleaning out the refrigerator and the pantry, since we aren’t sure as to when the couple will be coming to replace us. We understand someone has been called, but know nothing as to their status beyond that.
One last “last”. I bought this little notebook at the beginning of our mission and now as we come to an end, it only has a couple of pages left to use. It is pretty beat up and well used
Our prayer is that our mission has helped us to become more than we were 18 months ago, perhaps a little more useful as tools in the Lord’s hand. Tuesday, April 9, our mission ends and we head home.

I got up one last time at 0330 Saturday morning to participate in my last Crucible with the Living History unit. I know it must seem crazy to do that, but I had so many young troops and DI’s afterward tell me that our being out there meant a lot to both groups. So even as crazy as it sounds, hopefully we were being of service and in the process, as it says in
I will admit, it was fun too, as well as afterwards in the Mess Hall congratulating the new Marines and seeing the joyful smiles and light in their eyes. I have had more than one Marine who is a member of the Church tell me that completing the Crucible and receiving their Eagle, Globe, and Anchor was one of the most spiritual moments in their lives – in one case, this was from a returned Missionary.
On Monday, in our Family Home Evening for our Young Single Adults (YSA), we again had a good group of Missionaries and YSAs altogether. Again, there was lots of laughing and giggling as in nights past. After a good spiritual discussion of the role of the Holy Ghost in our lives, they played a good loud tie tying game, in addition to a game of “Mafia”. I think it is one of their favorites.
Since we didn’t have District Council we decided to make use of a gift card Sara gave us for a restaurant in Savannah. We were glad we did. Emma had a shrimp, crab. and fried oyster stew that had her saying over and over again, “This is so GOOD!”
our children (each and EVERY one) and our grandchildren (Each and EVERY one).

Last Monday, in our Family Home Evening for our Young Single Adults (YSA), we again had a total of 17 of us, Missionaries and YSAs altogether. Again, there was lots of laughing and giggling as in nights past. They played a huge and very active game of “Cover Your Assets” and I think had a ball. I even noticed one of the young men sitting next to one of our young sisters in Sacrament Sunday. Who knows where that will go?
Friday evening, our friends, Matt and Lisa Clancy took us out to dinner, courtesy them and the parents of Elder Patterson (One of our all-time favorites – Wowsers. Yes, I know we aren’t supposed to have favorites, but he was/is one – deal with it). We went to a Greek restaurant and the food was great, practically like eating in a Greek home. It was fun and the food was great.
On Saturday morning I was up early to take part in another Crucible. I know it sounds crazy to get up at 0330 in order to be standing out on a dark deserted road, at Parris Island, waiting for a few hundred tired and beleaguered Marine Recruits to come marching by so we could give them words of encouragement and motivation, while dressed in the uniforms of Marines long gone by. But I have been thanked by so many who recognized me afterward. They often say they are on their last bits of energy and then we step out of the dark and give them uplift.
We then discovered that not only was she leaving, but she wouldn’t be replaced and we would lose both our Sisters area and the Spanish companionship of our District (Elders Krager and Carr) would also be replaced with another English speaking companionship.
Wow. How about that?
Back the Beaufort Ward we had an unexpected surprise in seeing some friends from Jacksonville NC from 30 years ago – Larry and Michelle Cooke. They are now Senior “Resilience” Missionaries. We knew them when we were stationed at Marine Corps Air Station New River. Michelle taught Seminary to Josh and Nichole. Even though the years are long, it was so good to see them. That is one of the joys of the Gospel and
On Monday, our Family Home Evening for our Young Single Adults (YSA) grew some more. We had a total of 17 of us, Missionaries and YSAs altogether! We even had a non-member accompany one of our military YSA – he had noticed something different in the member and wanted to come and see. There was lots of laughing and giggling as in nights past. So, based on that, we decided on the spot to have our usual monthly YSA dinner on Friday. Come Friday morning we were again looking at a total of 17 folks showing up. Sadly, we only had 11.
On Saturday morning our Missionary District was up early to provide service at Parris Island in support of the Iron-Man Triathlon being run that day. With one of our military YSA, Sisters Giles and Wall helped out at the Finish Line. We had been told by the race organizers that giving encouragement to the participants would be appreciated.
Sister Giles was over the top in enthusiasm for everyone as they came in. Later that day, I was told by an experienced tri-athlete how much he had appreciated that kind of enthusiastic encouragement in past races he had run.
Saturday afternoon, we again were performing service in our little town of Port Royal in behalf of one of the schools where some member kids attend. In the course of that I ran into another family I have come to care a lot about. When I mentioned to the good Sister, that our Mission is rapidly coming to a close, she queried, “But you will be coming back sometime, won’t you?” In that moment, I realized and told her that “No, the odds are extremely slim that we will ever be in this corner of the Lord’s vineyard again.” While we could be very happy living here; without our grandkids, it just wouldn’t work and there is no way they will move here, which we understand. So, no, we probably won’t be back.
We then played some games and I even got some video (couldn’t load it here – sorry) of a very rousing round of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Again, there was a LOT of laughter and everyone had fun. We hope to keep doing this until we leave.
Friday, we had Mission President interviews in Savannah. I always come away from those uplifted. After we got back, Emma and I stopped by a few military member families to share some of the goodies left over from Family Day. Just trying to maintain contact in a loving way.
Not as much going on this past week, but first the numbers:
Funny story – I was once more up at 0330 Saturday morning to go out to the Crucible and as we were marching in with the soon-to-be Marines, I found myself next to the women, and unbeknownst to me, in proximity to the aforementioned young woman. I didn’t recognize her and she didn’t fully recognize me either, but I noticed that she seemed to be alternately laughing and crying, but when the troops started calling cadence, she called it out with a vengeance. I had taken an interest in her, because she was always so positive, in spite of a number of possibly troubling injuries, but she fired Expert on the rifle range and came through just fine in the Crucible, just like her blessing promised. It is many little things like this that help me feel the Spirit of the Lord in our work and His love for these wonderful young people.
This is part of the wonder of a Mission, experiencing the joy that comes as you feel our Father in Heaven’s love for His children. This is a picture that periodically flashes on my computer that I think expresses the kind of exuberant joy we can and should feel. It was taken when our oldest grandson, Parker Booren was on his mission four years ago in Porto Alegre Brazil.
At times like that, we need to decide how we are going to react. We can be like one individual in a story I saw posted in the January 1996 New Era by Larry A. Hiller called, “
This made the man think. He decided to get rid of his rocks and instead plant something in his yard every time someone was nice. His neighbors watched him haul off all his rocks and loved his unexplained new-found love for gardening!