We started our leisure morning with this beautiful full rainbow gracing our Yakima skies. There was lots of visiting and catching up to do with the kids. It’s SO NICE to have them here. We all helped with the meal, which was simple and delicious.Pres Lewis made his famous candied yams and the stuffing. Claire and Graham made the potatoes and gravy. Aaron oversaw the turkey in the crockpot: 2 drumsticks and 2 thighs. I made fresh cranberry relish and steamed some beans. Rolls and fresh pressed apple juice topped things off. We ate at about 4:30.A little relaxing after the meal.
Several months ago our kids talked us into using an app called Snapchat. It’s the little white ghosty on the yellow background on my phone. It took some talking to convince me that a photo that disappeared in 10 seconds was better than no photo at all. I like to preserve history, not watch it disappear.
If I look at it, considering it like a phone call that comes and goes, and leaves no trace, I can handle it. Every night right before we go to sleep, we look at our “snaps” and enjoy seeing each of our kids and our grandson.
Another app I’m grateful for is called Find Friends. I was especially grateful for this one today during our meetings as I watched the progress of Claire, Graham and Aaron, as they drove to us from Utah. Find Friends (the other yellow back ground app with 2 figures) tracks the location of their phones. I was able to watch them cruising along the freeway, coming closer and closer to us, until their little dots stopped at the Mission Home while we were still at the Transfer Site.
My excitement grew by the minute, as they approached. They were here waiting for us when we arrived back at home. It was a wonderful reunion. It’s been almost a year since we’ve seen any of our kids!
I’m slow to move into the modern world, but once I get there, I’m grateful for some of these technologies. I wonder what I and these kids will be doing with our phones a year from now.
Art Laemmlen picking persimmons with Eric and Ann. Reedley, CA 1960s.
When I was a girl, we had a large Hichaya persimmon tree out by our mailbox along Road 52 in Reedley. Persimmons are an old-fashioned fruit. You don’t just eat a persimmon. You pick them, set them out to ripen until they feel like a water balloon that will fall apart in your hands as soon as you touch it. When they are that ripe, you remove the stem end and scoop out the pulp with a spoon. They are sweet and sticky and delicious to those who appreciate them. You just have to make sure that the persimmon is absolutely ripe or you’ll end up with cotton-mouth. Unripe persimmons have a very astringent quality to them, just like quince.
Persimmons are a Fall fruit. They hang heavy on the trees after the last of the colorful leaves have fallen. When we were kids, we’d have persimmon fights with them, as you would with water balloons. What a sweet sticky mess we made!
The pulp is used in baking. Grandma Elsa often baked our favorite Persimmon Pudding. She made it in a round tube pan. She would bake and share this sweet bread with our farm workers and their families and with us.
A few weeks ago, an old Reedley High School friend posted this picture on Facebook, asking if anyone needed persimmons. I sent him a wishful message, feeling a bit nostalgic and homesick for the farm and childhood memories. A week later a box arrived at my door, filled with beautiful firm persimmons! I was over-the-moon thrilled!
These persimmons have been ripening in my windowsill and decorating my table.
Today I had time to pulp them and do a little baking. My apron is on, the fire is burning in the fireplace, I’m listening to Christmas music, and the house smells like Grandma’s. It’s a pretty perfect persimmony day. I made them into muffins I can freeze and pull out after a long day on the road. Life is good in Yakima.
Today in our MLC, I shared some thoughts on being a tool in the hands of the Lord. As I read the piece below, I asked each to make 2 lists–one of how someone else was a tool, and second, ideas that come to mind of they are a tool right now.
How You Can be a Tool for the Lord
by Marilynne Linford
In early Church history it is evident that certain people were raised up to perform specific tasks to accomplish and further the Restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ. One of these men was Joseph Knight Sr., whom Joseph Smith called “Father Knight.” Joseph first met Father Knight while boarding with him near the Susquehanna River in 1826. Father Knight was one of the first people to hear the prophet’s story, and he believed him. Believing is a tool. When Joseph and Emma went to get the plates from Moroni on the night of September 22, 1827, they used Father Knight’s carriage. A carriage is a tool.
During the translation of the Book of Mormon, ever-present economic concerns required Joseph and Oliver to stop and seek employment, but Father Knight came with food, lined paper, and money to purchase more. Food, lined paper, and money are tools. Responding to someone in need is a tool. When the Lord commanded the Saints to go to “The Ohio” (D&C 37:1-4) to be “endowed with power from on high” (D&C 38), Joseph and Emma made the arduous journey in January snows (their eighth move in four years—and Emma was six months pregnant) in Joseph Knight Sr.’s sleigh. Helping someone fulfill a calling is a tool. Being willing to do the Lord’s will is a tool. Being willing to sacrifice personal comfort is a tool.
Martin Harris is remembered for mortgaging part of his farm to finance the printing of The Book of Mormon. Taking personal risk for a righteous cause is a tool. Martin was at the Grandin Press on March 26, 1830 when the first bound copy of the Book of Mormon came off the press. Being present at important times is a tool. Martin picked up that first copy and presented it to his brother Emer and signed it to him. Emer brought that first Book of Mormon with him when he came west and remained true to his testimony all of his life. A testimony is a tool. Emer labored as a carpenter and joiner in the Kirtland Temple, creating the sash for the windows and other elaborate details. He is also credited with building the winding stairway in the Nauvoo Temple. Carpentry skills are a tool. Being willing to work hard is a tool.
Eliza Roxey Snow started writing poetry at a young age. She won prizes and had at least twenty poems published before she joined the Church in 1853, when she was 31. After joining the Church she wrote poems for important occasions. Many of her poems became hymns. In our current hymnal, she wrote the text for “Again We Meet around the Board,” (186); “Great is the Lord,” (77); “How Great the Wisdom and the Love,” (195); “In Our Lovely Deseret,” (307); “O My Father,” (292); “The Time Is Far Spent,” (266); “Though Deepening Trials,” (122); and “Truth Reflects upon Our Senses,” (273). The skill to write poetry is a tool. Working hard to develop a talent is a tool.
She was the first president of the Relief Society after the Church moved west and served in that capacity for 21 years. She was commissioned by Brigham Young to organize Relief Societies throughout the Church. Being willing to travel for a righteous cause is a tool. She has been called the “captain of Utah’s woman-host.” Talents to lead and organize are tools.
The tools of Heber C. Kimball’s trade were the anvil and hammer of a blacksmith and the wheel and kiln of a potter. He was one of the first British missionaries after Joseph heard the voice of the Spirit whisper, “Let my servant Heber go to England and proclaim my gospel.” Being worthy to accept a mission call is a tool. Serving as a missionary is a tool. He was faithful to his testimony throughout his life and served for 24 years as first counselor to Brigham Young. Willingness to serve a long time is a tool. Enduring to the end is a tool.
Newel K. Whitney was a prosperous merchant. He organized and managed his store with precision. Business acumen is a tool. He taught himself to be an accountant by studying The Scholars Arithmetic, which was probably the how-to book on business finance of the times. Reading, studying, and learning are tools. He and his wife Ann joined The Disciples of Christ that claimed authority from the Bible to baptize but not to confer the gift of the Holy Ghost. Newel and Ann desired this great gift, began studying the New Testament, and prayed to know how to receive the Holy Ghost.
One night, a cloud of glory settled over them and their home and they heard a voice say, “Prepare to receive the word of the Lord, for it is coming.” Spiritually preparing yourself is a tool. Desiring spiritual gifts is a tool. He and Ann provided housing for Joseph and Emma. They also gave Joseph use of two rooms above their store, one to translate in and one to use as a schoolroom for the School of the Prophets. Generosity is a tool. Seeing a need and filling it is a tool.
Each of these early Saints, and thousands more, became the Lord’s tools in building up His Kingdom. He blessed them with differing abilities and with the necessary tools and talents to complete their responsibilities. Today, we Latter-day Saints are tools and have been blessed with differing abilities. We have the necessary tools to complete our responsibilities. He has given you many tools—more than you know. Pray to be an instrument in His hands, and with Alma you can say, “The Lord did… answer my prayers, and has made me an instrument in his hands” (Alma 23:10). (Sister to Sister, Covenant Communications, 175.
Then I shared a bit of my story with the missionaries. After my mission in South Africa (1981-1983), I directed a child health project in Nigeria (1984-1987). We worked hard to teach and train village health workers in dozens of villages throughout the region. We taught principles of basic home health care, nutrition, sanitation, water purification, and self reliance. We were young and had dreams of saving the world. Instead, we learned that our efforts were a drop in the bucket, at least that’s what it felt like then.
I was the Relief Society President in a tiny branch that met in this home in Eket. Samuel Dickson Paul (seated) was the Branch President. His wife, Cecilia, was my mentor and dear friend. I lived next door to this wonderful family for almost 3 years.During the years I lived in Nigeria, several missionary couples came to teach our friends and loved ones there. Here is one baptism we helped with. More than 60 villagers were baptized on this day, in 3 different sites in this river. It was the beginning of the church in West Africa. We had no idea what the future would hold. We were just little tools, doing what we could.Here I am with Mary Ellen Edmunds at the dedication of the first LDS chapel in Aba. Today there is a temple in Aba.
Last Sunday in our Gospel Doctrine class, we talked about the beginnings of the church in many lands and the miracles surrounding the saints and pioneers who were firsts. One of the pioneers mentioned was Anthony Obinna in Nigeria. As I sat listening in class, it occurred to me that I was a very small part of the miracles happening in Africa. I was a tool there, and at the time, I had no idea what the Church in Nigeria would look like, now 33 years later. My friends in Eket tell me there are now 5 Stakes in the region where we worked. It is almost unbelievable to me!
We each have small offerings, or tools to help build the kingdom, in the places we serve. We may never know the end of the story, or what the final outcome will be, we just help in whatever way we can, wherever we are called to serve.
Right now we are all called to serve here in the Washington Yakima Mission. Someday, maybe 30 years from now, we will look back on our areas and wards and stakes and remember what it was like when there were only 7 stakes here. Maybe we will realize then, the impact we had in building the kingdom here.
You can read more about our Nigerian Pioneer, Anthony Obinna here:
“You Have Come at Last”
Nigerian Builds LDS Congregation, Waits for Missionaries
When the first Latter-day Saint missionaries arrived in Nigeria in 1978, there was very little need for proselytizing. For more than thirty years, Nigerians who had encountered the Church in one way or another had been writing Salt Lake City requesting literature and missionaries. When those missionaries came, they found multiple congregations eager to be baptized virtually the day they arrived.
Anthony Obinna had been writing Church headquarters for several years by the time Rendell and Rachel Mabey and Edwin and Janath Cannon sought him out a week after their arrival in Nigeria in November 1978. The two senior missionary couples set off in a cab from Port Harcourt with only a general idea of their destination. Like many in Nigeria, Obinna lived in a numberless house on a nameless street, but the missionaries knew his village, county, and state from the letters he had written. After a three-hour ride including several stops to ask for help, they turned down a road lined with banana and palm trees that ended at a small church.
“Near the roof in blue letters were painted the words, ‘Nigerian Latter-Day Saints,’” Rendell Mabey later wrote. He found one set of doors labelled LDS and another labelled Missionary Home. “It was a curious experience encountering the name of our own church,” wrote Mabey, “where no missionary had ever before set foot.”
The missionaries found the area filled with people, but not Obinna. Upon learning who their visitors were, Obinna’s son went in search of his father while the missionaries explored the church.
The Mabeys admired the small chapel with its neat blue door and shutters, then explored the classroom which doubled as an office in the other half of the building. In the classroom, the program for the next day’s services were already carefully written up on a blackboard. A copy of the Doctrine and Covenants and several copies of the Book of Mormon were available for student use, and shelves were stacked with old issues of the Ensign and Church News.
It took a couple of hours for Obinna, who had built up this place over thirteen years of waiting, to arrive and finally shake hands with someone prepared to bring him the LDS Church in full.1
An Astonishing Discovery
More than a decade earlier, Obinna had a dream in which a man appeared to him and took him to a beautiful building he had never seen before. Obinna was taken inside and shown everything there. Later, the same dream came again.
Then, a few years later, during the Nigerian civil war, Obinna was confined to his home for safety. He picked up an old copy of Reader’s Digest and was stunned to see the very building from his dream as the centerpiece of an article about the LDS Church.
“I had never before heard the word Mormons,” Obinna wrote. “From the time I finished reading the story, I had no rest of mind any longer. My whole attention was focused on my new discovery. I rushed out immediately to tell my brothers, who were all amazed and astonished to hear the story.”2
It would be another year before the political situation in Nigeria allowed Obinna to get a letter out to the headquarters of the Church, so it wasn’t until 1971 that Obinna wrote Salt Lake for instructions. He received several pamphlets and a Book of Mormon, but was told the Church was not organized in Nigeria and that, as of that time, there were not yet plans to do so.
“I was totally disappointed,” Obinna recalled, “but the Holy Spirit moved me to continue writing. Many a time in dreams I saw some of the missionaries of the Church discussing matters about the Church.”
He continued to write, and while his patience was sometimes tried, he didn’t give up on the testimony that had been kindled inside him.
“We are not disencouraged anyhow but shall continue to pursue the practice of our faith which we have found to be true,” he wrote in 1976 in response to another letter urging Obinna to do the best he could on his own for the time being. “We are very optimistic that Our Lord Jesus Christ will make it possible in future for the Church to take more direct action. We are well aware that our faith is being tried. We are doing everything we can to establish the truth among so many of Our Heavenly Father’s children in this part of the world.”3
Indeed, Obinna taught the gospel to his family and had amassed a congregation of seventy-one members by the time the Mabeys and Cannons arrived five months after President Spencer W. Kimball announced a revelation removing the priesthood restriction that had long been an impediment to missionary work in West Africa.
When Anthony Obinna arrived to greet the missionaries on that November day in 1978, his demeanor was serious, even thoughtful.
Elder Mabey was struck by how “solemn, gentle, and dignified” Obinna was as he entered the small church, “as though an overt display of enthusiasm at such a moment might be almost sacrilegious. Our eyes, however, were moist. We all felt movingly the richness of God’s Spirit.”4
Said Obinna, “It has been a long, difficult wait, but that doesn’t matter now. You have come at last.”5
Yet even Obinna’s patience had its limits; when Mabey told him there were other congregations the missionaries needed to visit and estimated that it would be six weeks before they could return to perform baptisms, Obinna’s waiting was done.
“’No, please,’ he said quietly,” Mabey later wrote. “‘I know that there are many others, but we have been waiting for thirteen years.’ His eyes were filled with longing. ‘Please, if it is humanly possible—go ahead with the baptisms now!’ For a few seconds we merely sat there looking into each other’s eyes. ‘Are most of your people ready?’ I asked at last. Anthony nodded emphatically. ‘Yes—absolutely yes! They know, as I do, that the gospel has been restored, but we must have guidance and direction. Let us baptize those strongest in the faith now and teach the others further.’ The Spirit was very strong, the man’s goodness and testimony clearly evident. ‘In that case,’ I said, ‘we will conduct the baptism as soon as possible.’”6
The men decided on a date just three days away, and on Tuesday, November 21, 1978, nineteen Nigerians were baptized in the Ekeonumiri River. Anthony Obinna was first.
A branch was soon organized for the new converts, with Anthony Obinna as its president, his brothers Francis and Raymond as his counselors, and his wife, Fidelia, as Relief Society president.7
After many years of waiting and hoping, Obinna penned a different sort of letter to Salt Lake soon after his baptism.
“The entire members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in this part of Nigeria have the pleasure to thank you and the Latter Day Saints throughout the world for opening the door for the Gospel to come to our people in its fullness,” he wrote. “We are happy for the many hours in the Upper Room of the Temple you spent supplicating the Lord to bring us into the fold. We thank our Heavenly Father for hearing your prayers and ours and by revelation has confirmed the long promised day, and has granted the holy priesthood to us, with the power to exercise its divine authority and enjoy every blessings of the temple. … There is no doubt that the Church here will grow and become a mighty centre for the Saints and bring progress enough to the people of Nigeria as it is doing all over the world.” 8
Obinna served faithfully in the Church for many years, and in 1989 was sealed to Fidelia in the temple during a visit to Logan, Utah, where their son was living. Obinna died in 1995, leaving a legacy that was not limited to the dozens of family members to whom he had brought the gospel.
“The seed of the gospel which you sowed will grow into a giant tree,” he wrote to Rendell Mabey when his time in Nigeria was nearing its end. “The Church in Nigeria will surprise the world in its growth. The number of baptisms, confirmations, and ordinations you performed in this country show only a beginning.”9
In the middle of a crazy busy month of returning about 50 missionaries home after their work here was completed, and receiving about 60 new missionaries, we packed and sent about 1500 beautiful Days for Girls kits to Utah for distribution from there and today we prepared another 1,280 more kits for shipment in a cargo container heading to Uganda to help with the Sudanese refugees there.There’s something very Yakima-ish sweet about packing kits in apple boxes! We are in the middle of apple harvest here. These boxes will protect these kits on their long journey to women and girls desperately waiting for them on the other side of the world.Gathering finished kits–these are from Wenatchee:Some of the kits going to Utah:Packing kits for Uganda:Sometimes I just feel overwhelmed and exhausted by the goodness that surrounds me. Thanks to all who are helping us help so many girls in need.
The Assistants found a selfie stick in their truck and brought it over to me. They said, “Sister Lewis! Now you can be in the group photos at Zone Conferences!” The first try didn’t go so well. Figuring out the angle was like dancing backwards in a mirror. I finally gave up and one of the Sisters took a few photos for me, painlessly.
When I got home and downloaded the photos from my phone, I discovered 481 photos, taken split seconds apart. This was the first one and the only one worth saving. The other 480 were all over the place–I had no idea I was even taking them. I’m posting this one here for the record. Another skill to master.