September 26, 2009
We hope this letter finds you all well and happy and enjoying the fall season. We are enjoying the spring here, anticipating the heat and humidity that awaits us this summer. It has been cool again this week, with a bit of rain. The rain storms here are usually very abrupt in their onset and extremely heavy. The storms stop as quickly as they come. The rain comes down in sheets and will soak you to the bone if you happen to find yourself outside when they hit. It has been a busy week which has become the norm for us. After the busy week of travel with Elder Aidukaitis, we have spent most of the week here in Asuncion. Last Sunday I got up very early and after picking up my counselors and the mission auditor, drove about 3 hours east to attend sacrament meetings in two branches and then speak at a district priesthood meeting that afternoon. The first branch had been meeting for about a month in a newly renovated home that sits on a piece of land that would serve well for a future chapel. The pattern for providing meeting locations here is to first rent a space and then allow the branch to grow until a certain level of attendance is reached. As the branch grows, oft times, another larger building is rented on a piece of land that would be big enough, one day, to build a chapel on. If the branch continues to grow, the Church will buy the land and the existing building. Down the road the building is either remodeled or removed and the land is used for a new chapel. The first branch we visited last Sunday was meeting in a chapel that used to be an old building and was recently remodeled. It was nice and the members were very proud of the building and anxious to show me around. Obviously, I had nothing to do with the remodeling of the building but they treated me as if I was totally responsible for their comfortable surroundings. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to taking my place on the stand and having the branch president turn to me and express gratitude for my attending their branch and then inviting me to take the last 30 minutes of the meeting. The branch president pointed out two elderly men sitting next to each other on the front row. I would say they were in their 70’s. They were dressed very humbly, one wearing an old red windbreaker as a jacket and the other a worn white shirt, probably left by a missionary. They sat very still and seemed a bit nervous, their heads bowed slightly. The president told me it was a big day for them. They were baptized a few weeks ago and today would be the first time they would pass the sacrament. After the first prayer, one came to the stand and offered the tray to me and I partook. I smiled at him and said a quiet “gracias” and I think I saw a bit of a smile on his face. I made it a point during my remarks to thank them for helping us renew our covenants that day. After the meeting I spent a few minutes with them and wished them well in their new life as members of the church. After that meeting, my 2nd counselor and I drove over to another chapel in the town to attend their sacrament meeting. We had left my 1st counselor and the mission auditor at another building to do some interviews and to do an audit. The next meeting was held at a chapel that had been robbed a few months ago. The thieves had gotten into the building and had spent hours there removing everything they could. They removed light fixtures, speakers, a TV and DVD player, microphones, wall sockets, air conditioners, some benches and even the alarm system. They really left them with very little. We had our meeting and I promised them I would try to speed up the replacement process. We finished the meeting and headed an hour down the road toward the town where the district priesthood meeting would be held. We had all packed a lunch for the day so halfway to the next town we pulled over next to a field and stood around the back of the car and shared our picnic. It was a pretty setting. The area looked like the rolling farmland of the Midwest, except for the occasional palm tree. Cows were wandering around us and through the trees. For a moment I stood there thinking about what changes this calling has brought to the Callans. Here we were, two from Paraguay, one from Uruguay, and one from the United States, standing in a circle, eating sandwiches, cheese and fruit, chatting about our families and discussing the needs of the Saints in that area. The meeting with the priesthood brethren went well. My counselors trained the brethren in their home teaching duties and I spoke of the need to preside worthily in our homes. After the meeting we spoke briefly with the missionaries who had passed by to split up with some of the priesthood leaders to proselyte for the evening. Others got back into hired vans for their hour long trip back to their towns. We got into the car and drove back to Asuncion. The traffic was especially crazy that night. I don’t like to drive at night here because of all the motorcycles and cars that drive without their lights on. We got back home and I dropped into bed. Sandy had been picked up by the missionaries and taken to the meetings of our ward. We don’t get there very often because of travel, etc.
This was the “change week” in that we received new missionaries from the MTC and see others head home after completing their missions. All 19 of the new missionaries were from the Provo MTC. All were from the United States except one who is French-Canadian, Elder Nolet. Two sisters came with this group as well. We were almost to the airport Tuesday morning when the phone rang and my secretary informed me that the group had missed their flight in Buenos Aires and wouldn’t be coming until late that night. We turned around and went back to the office to await word. We quickly changed some of Wednesday’s schedule to Tuesday and I was able to conduct a number of “exit interviews” with our departing group of 6. We now have about 25 more missionaries than when we arrived and in six weeks we increase by another 14 overall. The Area will see an increase of 600 missionaries during the last 6 months of the year. There are 14 missions in the Area and Paraguay will increase a bit more than the average. In the midst of the interviews with the outgoing missionaries, word came that the new group was coming at 3pm so we headed out to the airport. Sandy and I had memorized their names and pictures and greeted them as they came through immigrations. We have received another great group. They are so excited to be here and ready to go to work. We took a quick picture at the airport, threw their luggage into a hired transport truck and took them straight to the temple for an official welcome to the mission and a brief message from me and Sandy. I spoke of the need to “rescue” the good people of Paraguay from an encroaching world and to ultimately bring them to the temple. We took pictures to send home to the family and headed back to the mission office for an orientation, interviews, a meal and introductions to their new companions. They were then off to the bus terminal to head out to their areas. The next day we took the departing missionaries to lunch and then to the temple for a session and then to the mission home for dessert and a testimony meeting. Thursday was spent getting them to the airport at different times for their flights home, one to the United States and the other 4 to South American countries. It was a busy week. Things were just starting to calm down for the weekend when I got a series of calls from various district and branch and stake leaders who wanted to bend my ear about a variety of matters that they wanted my input on. Some of the matters involved disciplinary matters, some financial issues, and a few involved missionaries serving in the various units. Yesterday we also got word of a missionary serving some 6 hours from here who began to have lower abdominal pain and eventually ended up in an emergency room. A surgeon was suggesting immediate surgery to correct a circulatory problem that threatened to cause necrosis. We quickly got a hold of the Area doctor who consulted with a Salt Lake urologist who recommended the surgery. The zone leaders gave him a blessing and we gave our consent and off he went into the operating room. We could only pray for a blessing. The surgeon felt that there was a very real possibility of tissue necrosis which would mean removing the necrotic area, thus complicating the surgery. Two hours later we received word that the surgeon opened into the affected area and after relieving the occluded vessels, restored the blood flow and the tissue returned to a normal color. We were so grateful for the miracle. I spoke with the missionary’s family this morning back in the States and they accepted the good news gratefully.
We are monitoring his progress and may be bringing him back to Asuncion to recuperate.
Yesterday I set apart a young sister to serve a mission in Rosario Argentina. She is the first missionary I have set apart from Paraguay who would be serving in my old mission. I thought of President Kimball’s prophecy many years ago that someday the nations of South America would be sending their own youth to serve on this continent at missionaries. When he made that declaration my mission had but two Latin American missionaries serving. Now many of the missions have more than half serving from these countries. This young sister is from a town called Pilar. The town is about 6 hours from here and sits on the backs of the Parana River. Her mother is less active and her father is not a member but they drove her up to the mission office to be set apart. We had a nice visit before the setting apart and discussed the mission experience and the blessing promised to the families of missionaries (D&C 31). When we went to the temple with the outgoing missionaries I saw a temple worker there who had told me that he had been the missionary many years ago who had opened Pilar to missionary work. I told him that I had just set apart a missionary from Pilar to serve a mission and he hugged me and started to cry. Sandy and I were the witnesses for the session and he was serving in our session. When we knelt at the altar each time he would look down at me and smile and a few times he winked! He’s a great man. Brother Falcon. Today is technically our P-Day but I had a baptismal interview this morning. Sandy and I have been back and forth all day with missionaries and doctors on the phone and I have been working on a Zone Leaders’ Council meeting next week. We have introduced a number of changes in the mission and we need to train our leaders to implement better these changes. The baptisms are increasing this month and the missionaries are getting more and more excited each day with the success. We still have a long way to go but we are headed in the right direction. We feel the Lord in content with the work here but not satisfied.
Tomorrow we are off to more meetings. Have a great week. We love you all. Mark and Sandy
