November 12, 2007
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. . . just not the same.
I have a friend who lives up in the foreign language housing up by the temple. I decided to go to church with him yesterday. After Church we went for a walk around the temple. It started to rain, so we sought shelter in the bus-stop. The temple was pretty much empty. After waiting out the rain for a while, we suddenly heard missionaries singing Called to Serve in Spanish. Oh the MTC. A bunch of Elders and Sisters were coming up the path in raincoats and umbrellas. I joked that one of them would be James. None of those missionaries were, though. We kept talking. Then all of a sudden there he was: Elder Embree II. I saw him coming up the hill in a clump of Elders. He looked really happy. He just fit in so well. I can't tell you how good it was to see him so happy. I watched him as he went up to the temple, but I didn't say anything, and he didn't notice me. I thought about calling out to him (I was pretty darn close to the path), but I didn't want to distract him and disrupt his groove. It was so good to see him though.
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it's nice to see people with such close bonds to their siblings. i have a younger brother (about 18) and since my family aren't members, i worry more about him. it's becoming increasingly obvious to me that the path young men follow in the church make them into great men as they grow up. hope i can help my brother
One of them was most likely Elder Kyle Deweese.
He is in the MTC preparing for his mission in Argentina.
-Stefi
I think there is a poem in here. The images of rain and its various gears, the proximity of foreign housing and the familiarity of a presence. The choice not to intrude. Hmmmmm.
I would not have been able to restrain myself. I would have talked to him, hugged him and would have had a hard time letting him go. But then again, I am his father.
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