We attended a devotional Tuesday evening in which we learned that there are 150 senior couples in the MTC this week. (I don't know if it's 150 couples or 150 seniors.) I think I heard someone say that's some kind of record. These people are going all over the world. Many within the US, but some to Africa, Europe, Asia, South America, South Pacific, etc. Some will be teaching seminary and institute, some hosting at visitors centers, some office couples (like us), some proselyting and strengthening the wards and branches ("Member Leader Support"). I would say most are a little older than us. For many this is not their first mission.
This week, we've all been learning how to teach the missionary lessons from "Preach My Gospel." It's just as new for me as it is for Mom. We're taught to tailor our teaching to the needs of the people. To do this, we need to ask lots of questions to learn what the people need, what their questions or concerns are, etc. It's tricky to word the questions to draw out feelings and concerns, as opposed to asking "yes" "no" questions (my natural tendancy).
I have been amazed at how courageous and strong Mom has been! In the large-group meeting, in front of all the senior couples, she raised her hand and volunteered excellent comments more than once. In our small group training and role playing, she's also doing great. Today, we had to teach a college-age kid for 45 minutes. Mom just took over and led the way. She has a knack for knowing when to share her conversion and her testimony. He told our trainer that our lesson was very spiritual (I think more than he expected). That was all Mom. I would just about put him to sleep with a bunch of data, and then she would jump in and personalize it and bear her testimony. Best companion I ever had!
Tomorrow we get to do it again.
I've been going to the fitness room each morning (around 5:30). First morning I used the treadmill in a room near our bedroom. After 5 minutes, some senior missionary in his pyjamas came in to complain that I woke him up. Oops! Then I went to the fitness room in the basement. But my pass key doesn't work, so I had to wait for a janitor to come along so I could follow him in. I took my pass key to the boss to get it fixed. He came back and asked "What time are you trying to use it?" "5:30." "The room is not available until after 6:30." "That doesn't give time to exercise, cool down, shave, shower and eat before the first class begins at 8:00." He told me not to complain, "half the seniors live off-campus, and their fitness room is only available between 10:00 a.m. and 4:00 p.m." [Classes go from 8:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m.] It's a mystery!
Speaking of shaving, it's been two years since I did it daily. My face is in shreds!
We are enjoying our experience here. There's a wonderful spirit of the Gospel, we're making some new friends, and we're learning to do things outside our comfort zone.
Here's a photo of part of our crowd at lunch; and another with about half the seniors lining up for a group photo. (We're not in either photo.) Too many of us to do in just one photo.
Stay tuned for more adventures.
Love,
Grandma & Grandpa ("Sister & Elder") Kennard