The last couple of weeks we have prepared and taught some lessons, visited the sick, retained a new doctor, paid some bills, ordered new sheets and a coat, lived through both Christmas and New Years Eve, baked and delivered holiday cookies to members and investigators, cleaned, shopped, did laundry, prepared meals, avoided cold and snow, "Facetimed" our families, talked with our grand children, survived another transfer, fed missionaries, knitted caps for newborns, traveled to Marquette for district meetings, reported to the mission president, felt the Spirit of the Lord and just enjoyed our service opportunity. Those of you who have served missions will recognize the many mundane things that missionaries do. It seems, as Senior Missionaries, that is all we do...but then again our clothes aren't strewn all over our apartment and our dishes are done more than once a week.
Oh another thing; the missionaries were out of the monthly miles they are allowed for their car with one day to go in the month so being good missionaries they went tracting all day the 31st. They reported finding 5 individuals who invited them back. I reminded them that activity equals opportunity. Because they chose the harder path, it (activity) brought them success (opportunity). It's a true principle of life that works for all of us. If you want success in life one way is to learn to do the worthwhile things others refuse to do.
And finally for you Genealogy/Family History buffs. If you haven't seen this already make a note because it is soooo cool. Enjoy.
https://lds.org/youth/family-history/serve?lang=eng#see-my-family-tree
Shari Lane’s Conversion Story:
Oh another thing; the missionaries were out of the monthly miles they are allowed for their car with one day to go in the month so being good missionaries they went tracting all day the 31st. They reported finding 5 individuals who invited them back. I reminded them that activity equals opportunity. Because they chose the harder path, it (activity) brought them success (opportunity). It's a true principle of life that works for all of us. If you want success in life one way is to learn to do the worthwhile things others refuse to do.
And finally for you Genealogy/Family History buffs. If you haven't seen this already make a note because it is soooo cool. Enjoy.
https://lds.org/youth/family-history/serve?lang=eng#see-my-family-tree
For your enjoyment what follows is the conversion story of Shari Lane a member of the branch, a nurse and the first convert to be baptized in the Iron Mountain Branch.
Shari Lane’s Conversion Story:
Iron Mountain Branch
I was 21 years old; my
husband was in the Air Force, stationed at Grissom AFB, Indiana. We were renting a mobile home, which
was located in the middle of a field, out in cow country.
One day, there was a
knock at the door, and there stood a man who said, "Would you like to save
money on your car insurance?" There had been a blizzard the night before,
and the snow was hip deep. He had
braved walking across the field in that deep snow! So I took pity on him and
invited him in for a piece of homemade bread, that I’d baked that morning, and
a cup of coffee.
He answered, "The
bread sounds great, but I’ll pass on the coffee."
"I suppose
everyone gives you a cup of coffee, you’re probably all coffee’d out,
hey!"
"Actually, I don’t
drink coffee – it’s against my Church’s beliefs, and it’s against my personal
convictions."
"What on earth
kind of church doesn’t drink coffee?”
"The Church of
Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints; I’m a Mormon."
The first words out of
my mouth were, "Wow! How many wives do you have?"
He laughed and
explained the Church does not practice polygamy, as most people think. But I knew nothing about the Mormon
Church, so I started asking questions about what they believe.
Two hours later, we
were still sitting at my kitchen table, my Bible open, and I was asking one
question after another! The poor
guy was a new convert, baptized just 6 months previous.
I was raised Baptist,
and knew my Bible well! He
apologized for not having all the answers, but he said that surely I was not
the 1st to ask these questions.
And if the Church didn’t have the answers, it would have never have
stood this long.
And he knew a couple of
fellows who knew the answers to any questions I might have! He said he’d send the missionaries to
talk to me, but in the meantime, would I like to come to dinner and meet his
wife and kids?
"Oh, your wife
would shoot you if you brought home a stranger for dinner without letting her
know!"
"No, really, she
loves to be imposed upon!"
He gave me directions,
and since my husband wasn’t going to be home for supper that night, I
went. What a wonderful family!
Their home was so "homey", and their 2 little boys were so happy! Sure enough, his wife was delighted to
have a stranger walk in for supper!
We talked of food storage, and a living Prophet and Apostles. Their
beliefs were fascinating, and I wanted to know more! The wife invited me to a Relief Society social.
A few days later, she
and I went to the Chapel where there was a gathering of "Sisters",
and long tables of food. The thing
that struck me, was that the women were incredible! I kept thinking that if any one of them were placed in the
midst of a crowd, they would stand out somehow – they would glow! I was certain that every head
would turn and everyone would be aware that they were in the presence of
someone very special.
The girl smiled and
said, "Isn’t that wonderful!"
"You mean you
believe me?"
"Of course, we all lived in the
spirit before this life, and we knew one another!" She told me about the pre-existence,
(and about a book called "Added Upon", which I have since read.)
Wow! I was hooked!
This Church had the answers I had been searching for, for many years. And their answers made so much
sense. A living Prophet and
Apostles, the counsel to have food storage, the knowledge of the pre-existence
and much more!
My Husband and I started the discussions
with the missionaries, but the Air Force decided to give him an "early
out", and we left the area very quickly. We came to the UP, where we wanted to make our home and
raise a family. I soon realized
the LDS Church was not to be found here.
The next 3 years, there was an empty
space inside of me that just kept growing bigger, and more empty. I prayed for 3 years that the Lord
would show me "The Truth", and I vowed to follow Christ.
At La Leche League, I met a gal, Laurie,
who was moving out of Niagara, and we were moving in. Her toddler fell down the basement stairs and needed
stitches. She came to my door and
asked if I'd keep her nursing infant while she took her little girl to the ER.
When Laurie returned, I told her I
thought I might be pregnant again.
She was leaving the next day, but she gave me her new address and said
to drop a Christmas card and let her know if I was. I thought to myself, I
don’t even know this gal, I’m not going to write to her.
A few months went by, and I was indeed
pregnant – but sadly I miscarried the baby. I was very sorrowful, and my Husband freaked out. He wouldn’t let me talk about it, and I
didn’t know anyone there.
One day, I was looking
for something in a desk drawer, and found Laurie’s address. Starved for someone
to talk to, I sat down and poured my heart out in a letter, and sent it to her.
A week later, her answer arrived. She
too had lost a baby recently, and she said my feelings were very much like
hers. In the course of the letter, she referred to Heavenly Father, and Relief
Society. I threw the letter up in
the air and shouted for joy! I had found the Church again!
Laurie lived 50 miles away; I got
directions at a gas station. When
I knocked at her door, she looked confused, "I didn’t expect to see you
again, come on in, what are you doing in Escanaba?"
"I came to see
you!"
"Wow, all the way out here, just to
see me?" She sat me down at
the table with her daughter and a bowl of chili. She looked really confused!
"Where is the Church?" I
blurted out!
"Well… I belong to the Church of
Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints; I’m a Mormon….."
"Yes, I know, that’s why I’m
here! Where is the Church?"
She nearly fell off her chair! Three
families with young children had recently moved into the Iron Mountain area,
and they were taking turns meeting at each other’s houses. They had just
received a pair of missionaries.
That was 1977, and I
was baptized in Timm’s Lake, near Pembine -- the 1st baptism in the Iron
Mountain Branch.






