Although Dionne and I have been home from Bosnia for six months now, the Elders in our class are returning home today. Many tears of joy will be shed today.
I put together a little thank-you video for these missionaries. Thank you so much to all of you that served the people of Bosnia so diligently. And God bless.
Denny
Missionary Thank-You Video
Missionary Moments in the Adriatic North Mission
Dennis and Dionne Newton
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
The Hamster Wheel
Recently, Dionne and I returned to Bosnia for a two week visit. We realized how much we miss the country of Bosnia and, specifically, the city of Sarajevo. Over the next few weeks we are going to post a few of our thoughts from our return trip.
What is Osteria Ai Pioppi? If you are like me and older than dirt, remember the wonderfully dangerous playgrounds of your youth. And then multiple the crazy factor by about 10. And you have Osteria Ai Pioppi. In the 60's the owner of a small restaurant began to build playground "equipment" on his property (kind of like a McDonald's playland). Forty years later, he has assembled 40 unique pieces of playground equipment that is as fun for adults as it is for kids.
Some of the contraptions are quite elaborate. He has built four devices which officially count as "roller coasters" (hence my discovery of the place). There are slides which tower over 100 ft. There is one device which you strap into and try to use cycling power to propel yourself and a partner upside down. And then there is this spinning human wheel which is completely made of metal (apparently the guy has never heard of "padding").
And then there is the HAMSTER WHEEL. A fascinating contraption that stands at least 30 feet tall. You need a partner to ride this thing. Both of you climb up a ladder and take a position on opposite sides of the device. The device remains in balance as long as neither side moves (or there is not a huge weight inbalance).
Working together, the riders can make the device sway back and forth. They do so by walking in their own hamster wheels in the opposite direction.
If the two riders work in tandem (but in opposite directions), then they can get the wheel to flip over. And it keeps flipping over until they get tired and elect to stop.
The wheel will not work if one of the parties elects to not "play." If one party stops, the wheel will stop. But it will go faster and faster "out of control" if they two riders want it to.
And then all hell broke loose. Why? I know that there is no simple answer to that question but I am going to offer one anyway using the hamster wheel analogy. The three religious groups chose to purposely antagonize each other until their actions made the wheel spin completely out of control. With the exception of Srebrenica, the worst of the atrocities occurred during the first year of the war. A massacre would be followed by a revenge killing. Village by village.
Back and forth the messages go. All major ethnic and political communities seemed to have been targeted. LBGT, tea party, Hispanic, white, etc. The primary goal seems to have been to stoke the fires of anger towards "another." You are fighting the good fight against the greatest of all evils (the proverbial "other"). It is propaganda 101 and its seems right out of the Bosnia playbook. It is effective because people like to believe that they are in the "right."
And it seems like we are swaying out of control. Too many of the people I know are convinced that they are right and everyone else who thinks otherwise are wrong. Social media and the internet has allowed us to self-select our knowledge reality. Today Kyrie Irving can believe that the earth is flat and limit his knowledge sphere to only those voices that support his. Too many of us do that. We listen to those who agree with us and make caricatures (or straw men) out of those who do not. I am not picking on anyone in particular but let me give some examples of some recent Facebook posts that some of my friends have shared.
Osteria Ai Pioppi
Our 5 children and their spouses joined us in Northern Italy; a nearby yet forbidden land (mission travel rules) that beckoned us while on the mission with all manner of exotic adventures. Our first stop was Osteria Ai Pioppi.The group (sans our photographer, Britni) gathers after a day of play at the park. |
Brennen and Amy play on the Tarzan swings. |
I had to stop this thing because I was really worried that I was going to fall out and hit that solid green metal railing you see in the background. |
This device is so sketchy that only three of us were willing to give it a try. Brayden was willing to spin me but had no interest in hopping in. |
And then there is the HAMSTER WHEEL. A fascinating contraption that stands at least 30 feet tall. You need a partner to ride this thing. Both of you climb up a ladder and take a position on opposite sides of the device. The device remains in balance as long as neither side moves (or there is not a huge weight inbalance).
Dionne and I are in the wheel, perfectly balanced so that the device is not swaying. |
Erica has hamster blood. |
Mitch working the wheel in his Waldo shirt. |
Bosnia's Hamster Wheel
Permit me to use Osteria Ai Pioppi's hamster wheel as an analogy for Bosnia. Maybe it is self-deception. But the picture most Bosnians paint of their country prior to 1991 was one of peaceful balance between Catholics, Orthodox, and Muslims. Intermarriage was high. Most villages were mixed. Neighbors were friendly. Most Bosnians had good friends who were of other faiths.Iftar time in Bašćaršia. |
Russian Memes on Facebook
Which brings me to my final point. In May the Justice Department released 3,393 on-line ads and memes that Russian agents purchased on social media platforms to influence the election. While I saw this covered briefly by the news agencies, the story quickly disappeared. What a shame. Because the what Russia is trying to do in the U.S. is utterly fascinating. Most assumed that they were trying simply to promote Trump over Clinton. When they were released, Rashad Robinson of Color of Change issued a press release and claimed "these ads clearly show that the Russian government not only meddled in our election to sway the results in favor of Donald Trump but that they did so by promoting anti-Black hate speech, creating fake Black Lives Matter Facebook accounts, and stoking fears about Muslims, immigrants, and queer people." He could not be more wrong about what Russia is doing. Russia is encouraging hate speech of all types. Just like the speech from Mr. Robinson. Russia is encouraging ethnic tensions. They are stoking the fire from both sides. Many of the memes deal with race...some aimed at one audience arguing that we should "protect our officers" while others aimed at other audiences proclaiming that "cops are murderers." They are aggressively trying to promote dissension, distrust, and anger among Americans. In short, they are encouraging us to climb aboard the hamster wheel. And we have happily obliged.Conservatives where targeted with messages like this one. Fear for your job because of the invading hoards of illegal immigrants. |
This is a more subtle post targeted to the African-American community. The point seems to that they should take pride simply because of their race. |
Lots of tea party and constitution language targeted to conservatives. Who does not want to be a patriot? |
And it seems like we are swaying out of control. Too many of the people I know are convinced that they are right and everyone else who thinks otherwise are wrong. Social media and the internet has allowed us to self-select our knowledge reality. Today Kyrie Irving can believe that the earth is flat and limit his knowledge sphere to only those voices that support his. Too many of us do that. We listen to those who agree with us and make caricatures (or straw men) out of those who do not. I am not picking on anyone in particular but let me give some examples of some recent Facebook posts that some of my friends have shared.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
The End
This is a joint post. We each answer five questions about our service in Bosnia and the Adriatic North Mission.
At the mission home with our replacements, John and Karen Cooper. They will do wonderful things in Bosnia and Croatia. We wish them well. |
1. What Surprised You the Most About Your Mission?
Denny:
Let me give an easy answer and a hard answer. The easy
answer is PUPPIES. The minute we drove into Bosnia we noticed a few things. The
haystacks, the burnt-out buildings, and the dogs roaming around everywhere. But
our hearts ached as we found our first litter of newborn puppies up on Trebević mountain.
It was
all we could do to not bring them down to our apartment, put them in the little
outdoor doghouse, and nurse them to health. We have literally stopped a hundred
times to pet the wild dogs. But the puppies really tore at our hearts strings.
We found this guy in Eastern Bosnia. |
The
hard answer, TOO MUCH UNRESOLVED ANGER, is more complicated. The Bosnian civil war ended without a
resolution. The Dayton Accords brought peace, yes. But they also left lingering
wounds which have not healed. Imagine where the U.S. would be today if an
outside party had stepped in and stopped the Civil War. Sure, the bloodshed
would have stopped. But all of the underlying tension that caused the conflict
in the first place would have remained in place. The Dayton Accords have
institutionalized all of the problems which caused the war. So the people here
live under the dictates of an insane system. Only members of a certain religion
(Muslim, Orthodox, or Catholic) can run for office. The mayor of Banja Luka,
for example, must be Orthodox. In Mostar they try and balance power. If a
director is a Muslim, then the assistant director must be Catholic. In this
way, the mainstream religions are linked to the political power base. And, of
course, power corrupts. There is widespread corruption at the highest levels of
all of the institutions (political, business, religious, social, etc) within
Bosnia. But what worries me the most for Bosnia is 1) the anger, bigotry,
distrust, and hate that remains just below the surface and 2) the number of
young, smart, and capable Bosnians that are fleeing the country.
Dionne:
Besides going on a mission at 50 instead of 65 or 70 years
old, the thing that surprised me the most was the scope and scale of the
humanitarian work done by LDS Charities. I knew about “Mormon Helping Hands”
and that the church was highly involved in emergency response for natural
disasters, but I never envisioned the opportunities to serve during our
mission.
The church has six areas of focus, in addition to Emergency Response, that it does world wide in developing countries.
The church has six areas of focus, in addition to Emergency Response, that it does world wide in developing countries.
·
Wheelchairs – LDSC provides wheelchairs to those
who cannot afford them through partnerships with local hospitals.
·
Immunizations – immunization programs are
developed and implemented in cooperation with local medical teams.
·
Vision Care – this can range from providing
glasses to training local school staff and ophthalmalogists to conduct vision
screening and follow up care.
·
Clean Water – providing clean water and
sanitation to communities
·
Benson Food – these projects vary according to
local needs including greenhouses, bee keeping, chickens, cows and other means
to provide sustainable food and increase self sufficiency
·
Maternal Newborn Care – in Bosnia this
initiative offered training in newborn resuscitation, in other countries it
also includes training for prenatal and newborn care
·
Emergency Response – this includes both disasters
as well as emergency situations such as the refugee crisis
We loved meeting the children with disabilities as we supported various projects to help change the way they were being educated. Our projects included teacher education and using iPads. |
As humanitarian missionaries we were charged with finding worthwhile projects that met a need, were sustainable, and promoted self-reliance. We were given guidelines, but no specific direction or type of project we could support. During our training before we arrived in Bosnia, it was suggested that we “go deep rather than wide” and choose an area of focus where we felt we could truly make a difference. And we were to be careful stewards of the funds we were allocated for our country. As you’ve seen if you have followed our blog, many of our projects have focused on assisting individuals with special needs, but we have also done projects to bring women’s health care to poor, rural areas of Bosnia, aid for the homeless, sanitation projects for schools, and projects supporting refugee centers in Croatia to name a few. In all we were involved in 29 different projects in 31 communities throughout Bosnia and Croatia. Throughout the world, senior missionaries like us are supporting welfare projects in their assigned areas. All humanitarian funds come directly from donations to the LDS Church Humanitarian Fund. It’s incredible how small donations from many individuals is truly making a difference for others throughout the world. I shouldn't have been surprised by this, but I was.
2. What was your favorite food on your mission?
Dionne:
For me, food isn’t always about how it tastes. It’s about
the memories, the emotions related to the food.
I love orange tea and windmill cookies because my mom and I used to
share them while we played Scrabble. I love Striped Delight because it’s one of
the things my children always ask me to make when we are all together. And now
I love cinnamon rolls because “my missionaries” requested them over and over and
chocolate chip cookies that “my barn girls” scarfed up by the dozens in mere
minutes. I loved the homemade rolls at Dveri and treasure all the memories of
meals shared with special people there. And ice cream…so much ice cream with everyone!
Elders DeLeeuw and Crapo happily accepting a pan of cinnamon rolls |
Elder Hole may have been my biggest cinnamon roll fan. I even promised I make him some if he came to visit us when he gets home from his mission, which is in only a few days now! |
This is the homemade rolls at Dveri. I begged for the recipe but was not successful in acquiring it before we left. I could have eaten them every day! |
While the memories associated with Balkan foods are numerous,
my favorite is ustipci (ushtiptsi). It’s fried dough similar to an American
scone, what’s not to love about that, right!?? Ustipci is usually served with a
cheese spread called kajmak, kind of like a cream cheese and sour cream
combination. However, not all ustipci is created equal. I tried ustipci
whenever I had the opportunity throughout the Balkans and declare that the best
ustipci by far was a special treat made by a very special lady at the barn.
Safija makes the best ustipci in the entire
world! There were many Saturday mornings after teaching lessons at the barn
when I would go into the clubhouse to record my lessons and Sofija would sneak
me one with a big smile. On our last visit to the barn before we left, she
insisted we sit down and eat one last plate full of ustipci. It was served with
a huge hug and tears of gratitude in my eyes for the loving hands that made it.
She wrote down the recipe for me, but I know in my heart they won’t ever taste
as good as hers made me feel!
And the winner is.... Uštipci!This is the final plate we were served at the barn. Again,while it is delicious, the memories evoked are what make it my favorite food in the Balkans. |
Our time in the Balkans was an expected culinary adventure.
There is so much too love about the food here. Unfortunately, as I look at my
own personal before and after pictures, there is now so much more of me to love
as well. My absolute favorite dishes include a diary chicken burger
(recommended by Emin), the sarma sampler plate in Bašćarisa, fresh-squeezed
pomegranate juice, Milka bars, seeded watermelon during season, juice syrups
made by Ranka, muskalica, and well-seasoned kupus (cabbage).
But I was a missionary with a singular food-based assignment—to
find the best lava cake in Sarajevo—so I have to consider lava cake my favorite
dish in Sarajevo. (While I extended the search to Banja Luka, Zagreb, and
Tuzla, the only official candidates had to come from Sarajevo). Now I was
looking for a pure lava cake….one baked perfectly which, when cut into, oozes
with pure chocolate. Ice cream on the side, fine. But I do not want cherries,
nuts, or other fillers inside the cake. And if it looked like you were serving
me a hollowed out cake that you piped some chocolate into…blasphemy.
Bread and gulaš at one of our favorite Sarajevo restaurants, Dveri. |
Chocolate lava cake...before. |
Chocolate lava cake...after. |
After exhaustive research (if lava cake was on the menu, my
research required that I order it, of course), I concluded that the best Sarajevo
lava cake is to be found at Četiri Sobe Gospije Sofi (Four Rooms of Miss Sophie) near
the University hospital. That is until we were invited for dinner at Eren’s
parent’s house, Richard and Ezra. Ezra made a homemade lava cake to die for…and
it win’s the best in Sarajevo award!
Our dinner with Aren's family. The master chefs are in the back! |
3. What are your five favorite photos from your mission?
Denny:We shot over 20,000 photos during our 18 months in Bosnia so you can imagine the difficulty of getting it down to five photos. For me, each photo tells a story. So here are my five favorites...
"Esma" George and Marcia Bennett have been traveling to BiH for the past 8 years and conducting neonatal resuscitation training with Bosnian doctors and nurses. Dionne and I were fortunate enough to observe their labors and assist at little. During the time that they have been serving in Bosnia, the infant mortality rate has been slashed in half. There are many factors that have led to this improvement (especially the dedicated work of Bosnian doctors in both Federation and Srpska). But the Bennett's labors have saved the lives of children. Infant survival rate plummets if a newborn is unable to begin breathing within 30 seconds of birth. When we filmed a video vignette about this project, we asked Dr. Suada Hefvić if we could meet with a child who had been saved through these techniques. So we got to spend an afternoon at the park with Esma and her mother. Esma is two-years old, was born 3-4 months premature, and had to be resuscitated at birth. She was in the NICU for quite some time. But now she is just a normal two-year old girl who loves to play. She and so many others like her are alive because of the work of the Bennetts' and LDS Charities. |
Dionne:
As Denny mentioned, we took a LOT of pictures. To narrow it down to my five favorites is really not possible. It changes each time I start looking through the immense photo library we amassed during the mission. It depends on the mood I'm in, who I'm missing that day or which folder I look at. But here is my vain attempt to share only five of what must be hundreds of favorite pictures, in no particular order.
This picture represents so much to me. It is the knowledge that God loves me and knows me. He knew that being able to continue with therapeutic riding on the mission would give me the strength I needed to do His work. It represents progress and hope. This little guy wouldn't even try to participate in activities, but with the help of the missionaries, he became fully engaged. It also represents a world where there are no boundaries to God's love. Language, religious background and life circumstances are irrelevant. I loved every moment spent at the barn.
4. Name one unsung hero you met during your mission.
Dionne:
So many people have touched my heart in the past 18 months.
This truly is a difficult one for me.
There are the partners we’ve worked with who have started NGOs with
nothing more than a desire to help. Young missionaries who continued to push
forward even when it was hard and they had to carry others. I know we have shared many pictures and
stories of many extraordinary people we met on our mission. But if I must narrow it
down to one person who has inspired and uplifted me, my unsung hero award goes
to Esma, a young lady I taught at Riders of Hope. Here is her story in her own
words:
It took Esma several years of hard work and determination to be able to lead Gypsy by herself. |
My name is Esma and I am from Bosnia and Herzegovina, a small European country. Five years ago, when I was only a teenager, I survived a massive stroke. I was not able to move even my finger, nor to speak at all. Like every other individual whose life took an unexpected change of direction, I was looking for something that could improve the quality of the new life I had to learn to live. Being a child of the 90's I grew up watching Disney movies. In each movie my hero was the horse not the main character! I dreamed about riding a horse just like Pocahontas, Merida and Mulan. During my rehabilitation I found the information about hippotherapy here in Sarajevo with Riders of Hope at Pegasos Riding Center. I contacted them immediately and we scheduled an appointment. When I first came I was scared of getting on the horse but that day my first task was to brush the horse I was going to ride. When I came in front of the horse and looked in her eyes, I saw love and encouragement. The moment I got on it felt magical and I didn’t want to get off. It’s been three years and now my full ability to speak has now returned. Also, my walking ability totally improved after I started riding. Although I may be a bit slow, I can now walk from the parking lot to the stalls without any assistance. I can also lead Gypsy by myself, something I didn't think I would ever be able to do. Gypsy motivates me for living my life more fully. He is the one from whom I have learned to love. Gypsy has a great sense of humor also and makes each riding lesson extremely funny. My aim is to continue with riding, doing dressage. I can see myself competing with other equestrians and taking first or second place.
Riding has helped not only increase her strength balance and coordination, but her confidence as well. |
I can’t even imagine the physical and emotional challenges
Esma faced after her stroke at such a young age. What I do know is that she has
a fierce determination to make the best of the life she has. She is attending
university, studying genetics and bioengineering. She loves everyone
unconditionally, there is always a smile on her face and her positive attitude
is contagious. She radiates with an enthusiasm for life. It may not be the life
she planned or expected, but she has embraced it a way that inspires everyone
who crosses her path. And by the way… she did win first place at her first
dressage competition last spring!
Denny:
I can think of so many people that we have met that I
consider unsung heroes. By unsung I mean people who do amazing things due to
the strength of their character. People like John who volunteers his time
tirelessly at Pegasos.
John is a Brit who works with Emin. He spends all of his free time, it seems, at the barn serving as the "do everything" handyman. He seems to know how to fix everything. |
Or Faketa, a wonderful woman who was baptized this
summer in Tuzla and has become the backbone of that branch. Or Sister Ezard, a
senior sister missionary who has brought a contagious level of enthusiasm to
self-reliance in the ANM.
Sister Ezard's enthusiasm is contagious. She has helped a number of Bosnian members with her self-reliance counseling. |
Or Brother and Sister Hallings, the ANM office
missionaries who kept everything running smoothly. Or my sisters Downi and Kori
for literally saving Boyce’s life. Or our lawyer friend Emir for saving our
life (we had a real possibility of CO2 poisoning early in our mission).
But the winner of my unsung hero award is someone whose name
I know not. I have met him. I know his story. But I do not know his name. The
first time we visited the refugee center in Kutina, Croatia we heard stories
from the staff of an asylum seeking father from Syria who had sparked life into
the refugee center. When you wait for asylum, there is not much you can do.
Your basic needs are met by the government, you are not allowed to work, and
you receive a small spending stipend ($15 per month per person). Most refugees
sit at the facility, watch TV, use the free wifi, play on the playground, take
some language classes, and wait. Wait. For approximately a full year they wait.
Two asylum seekers hanging out at the Porin Zagreb facility. It is sad to watch asylum seekers sitting on their phones all day and waiting, just waiting (free wifi). |
This man, on the other hand, could not just sit and wait. So he asked to be given projects. First he painted murals on the gym wall.
He painted both the Red Cross logos and the patterned colors. He also painted a Croatian flag on the back wall. |
Then he
started painting rooms. He found a space and asked if he could start a workshop
there.
Here is the work space that they allowed him to build. He worked hard on the language. If you look close you will see every tool is labelled in Hrvatski. |
He started teaching other refugees woodworking and other practical
skills. He also started a greenhouse in his shop. All of this while tending to
his family and awaiting asylum.
He is on the left showing teaching another refugee how to measure and cut wood with this improvised table saw. (The most dangerous saw I have ever seen in operation, by the way). |
We visited Kutina a few weeks ago and I asked what happened
to this man and his family. He was granted asylum. And the Red Cross was so
impressed with his work that they immediately hired him! He now works for the
Red Cross as a translator in the Porin facility. I do not know his name. But
his example has touched my heart.
5. In What Way Has the Mission Changed Your Spouse?
Denny:
Tough question. It is easier to see growth in ourselves than our spouses. Why? Because the acknowledgement of growth requires admittance that there was the opportunity to grow. And my spouse was perfect before the mission...so how could she grow?
There is nothing more powerful in this world than a mother's love. When mother's hold their newborn children for the first time, a special bond of attachment is formed.
It can be hard to feel that same depth of attachment with others. To exude that same motherly love to those who are not your own birth children.
I believe that Dionne learned more about herself and her capacity to love as we served in the ANM. And the lesson learned was not from all of the 70,000+ people that we helped through LDS Charities. Professionally, Dionne already serves and loves so many people through therapeutic riding. But she does not love the people she works with the same way that she loves her children. Quite frankly, when the kids moved out, the mother's love surrogate came in the form of a rambunctious Australian Shepherd named Brumby.
What I witnessed in Bosnia was Dionne fully loving the children of others. Serving them without hesitation. Loving them without restraint.
As soon as we arrived in the mission, Dionne took a special interest in the young missionaries with whom we served. Whenever she would first meet a missionary, she would take a picture, ask for their mother's phone number, and send a private picture message. Sometimes it took a little work to track down someone's parents. But she always did. And it often led to an ongoing conversation with their parents (which was quite useful around Christmas time!).
We did have some fun with this. One mother, Dana Leach, is an avid social media user (and also an apparent insomniac). Once in Tuzla we had a contest with the four Elder's to see whose mother would respond to a picture text the quickest. I think the message was sent out about 4 a.m. U.S. time. The Elders counted down while we waited for our first responder...after 1 minute and 22 seconds Dana Leach had replied! Her son, Logan, was not surprised.
We also had a slight comical mishap due to the closeness of the relationship Dionne built with the mothers. A week before the scheduled Christmas call, Dionne was coordinating logistics with mothers via text message. We were driving with the Banja Luka sisters for an exchange and Dionne accidentally "butt dialed" Amy Orchard. Wouldn't you know it but her daughter Naomi was in the car. Driving along on Bluetooth we heard the response "hello?" Dionne looked down and realized it was Amy. So we chatted for a minute, let Naomi say "hello," and just kind of laughed it off.
The second thing Dionne did was she started to bake cookies. And more cookies. I probably gained 10 pounds just from the cookie dough. And, after she had figured out the brown sugar problem, she started to take baking requests. Cheesecake was another favorite. And she tried to replicate the Locey's famous cookie recipe. And a caramel pie dessert only baked in the wilds of Tazmania. And she took Briel's cinnamon roll recipe and perfected it. (Seems like we took cinnamon rolls with us every time we visited Tuzla.) It is said that the secret ingredient to every recipe is love...and those that ate her cinnamon rolls could taste that love.
Third, she was always going out of her way to serve the missionaries. If it was possible, she would make it happen. The net result of all of this is that we have developed wonderful relationships with so many Elders and Sisters. Relationships that will last.
I am not sure who did it but we considered it a compliment. There is only one phone per companionship in a city. When a new companionship arrives, they get the Sarajevo phone. With all of its contact numbers in tact. Someone mid-mission changed the Elder's phone contact label from "Sarajevo Senior Couple" to "Mom and Dad."
Our very first set of Sarajevo missionaries. Not sure what was going on with Elder Rassmussen's hair at this time. |
We tried to fill their stockings with personalized presents. Having the "mommy line" really helped. |
Our first of three "family" trips to Mostar with the missionaries. Elder Leach is in the middle. |
We also had a slight comical mishap due to the closeness of the relationship Dionne built with the mothers. A week before the scheduled Christmas call, Dionne was coordinating logistics with mothers via text message. We were driving with the Banja Luka sisters for an exchange and Dionne accidentally "butt dialed" Amy Orchard. Wouldn't you know it but her daughter Naomi was in the car. Driving along on Bluetooth we heard the response "hello?" Dionne looked down and realized it was Amy. So we chatted for a minute, let Naomi say "hello," and just kind of laughed it off.
The Sisters at the Turkish Dervish is Mostar. Sister Orchard is in the red shawl. |
Third, she was always going out of her way to serve the missionaries. If it was possible, she would make it happen. The net result of all of this is that we have developed wonderful relationships with so many Elders and Sisters. Relationships that will last.
Christmas cooking time with Sisters Chistensen and Russell and Elder Clark. |
About 4 months into the mission, Dionne started a "height wall" for every missionary who visited our apartment. |
Let me close by quoting from a letter given to Dionne by one of our Elders...“Well, to be honest, it is really bittersweet to have you leave us. Of course you took care of us and kept us fed—but to me that was only a bonus. Thank you for loving us (and me the most behind Rassmussen…I’m okay with 2nd place). I really felt like you cared about me and wanted what was best for me. It is too long a list of all the ways you do this because they are just too many. Just know that that in particular is what makes you great: the way you treat people like one of your own…You are a great soul Sister Newton. I’m serious! One of the BEST!” Elder Alex King
What do we do at Bosnian zone conferences? Have contests to determine who can stuff the most grapes in their mouth, of course. Elder King dominated Elder Hanks. |
Dionne:
For those of you who know Denny well, you already know that
he is nearly perfect. He is loving, ambitious, highly intelligent and extremely
knowledgeable, especially when it come to the gospel. He has an unquenchable thirst to share the
gospel with others and to help others see beyond the surface, beyond “Sunday
School” answers to gospel questions. Our first week in the Missionary Training
Center all those qualities poured forth as we “practiced” sharing the Gospel
with someone. We had a plan in place, we each had our part of the outline to
follow, we were to be partners as we taught. The lady we were “practice”
teaching asked just the right question and it was all over. Her single question derailed our entire plan.
Denny took over the conversation and left me sitting there feeling very
inadequate and insecure. My greatest
fear of going on a mission was confirmed in my mind as I sat in a stupor
listening to his very deep, very lengthy reply. I felt totally out of my
element and unprepared to be a mission companion to such a brilliant man. My
insecurities, unfortunately, turned to anger.
I swore if that’s how it was going to be, I was going home. He didn’t
intend to overshadow me. Yet that part of him that is so enthusiastic and
knowledgeable, that part of him that loves the gospel so deeply, was not even
aware he had monopolized the conversation and left me behind. We had a lengthy
“discussion” about it afterwards. I
recognized that it was up to me how I reacted to the situation, which
admittedly was not ideal, but I also asked that he work on including me and allowing
me to be an equal partner, not a silent one.
I believe that initial experience ultimately began the process of the growth I saw in Denny throughout our mission. As we embarked on our journey in Bosnia, he allowed me to utilize my strengths. We were equally yoked. I saw the nurturing side of him grow as he encouraged young missionaries, had heart felt conversations with members of the church in Sarajevo and developed close relationships with others. His ability to nurture relationships, including that between the two of us, grew tremendously.
On our flight to Zagreb... the beginning of an incredible journey with the best companion I could have ever asked for. |
Denny developed great relationships with the missionaries. He's not one to enjoy the "posed" picture so he always tries to spice things up a bit. Elder Isom wasn't quite sure what was going on.... |
This is one of my favorite pictures of Denny. While I was doing training with the teachers, he always spent his time playing with the kids. |
I believe that initial experience ultimately began the process of the growth I saw in Denny throughout our mission. As we embarked on our journey in Bosnia, he allowed me to utilize my strengths. We were equally yoked. I saw the nurturing side of him grow as he encouraged young missionaries, had heart felt conversations with members of the church in Sarajevo and developed close relationships with others. His ability to nurture relationships, including that between the two of us, grew tremendously.
Because of Denny's unconditional love and the ability to see others as children of God, Sretan was baptized and is now passing the sacrament and enjoying the blessings of the gospel. |
He saw a member with cognitive challenges as a child of God
with great potential and made him feel loved and of great worth. I loved
watching him crawl around on the floor as he played with the children with
special needs during project visits. From my perspective, his relationships had
more depth. He became more nurturing and understanding and he learned to help
others grow. He still knows more than I do, he’s still usually right, but now
he realizes that others can be significant contributors if allowed and encouraged
to do so in a safe and loving environment.
I will be forever grateful for the opportunity to be loved by such a
special man.
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