As I was walking out the door Wednesday morning (9/30/09) to go to work, the phone rang. I answered and was greeted by our mail carrier, who said she had a mission call for Andrew. She said we could pick it up or she could deliver it with the rest of our mail. (For many years, the American Fork post office has called families when a mission call has arrived. Brian got a phone call in 1980! Nowadays, the individual carriers can decide if they want to call or not.) Brian said he and Andrew would pick it up. Bishop Taylor had told Andrew on Sunday that his call would come this week, but I had trouble believing him. It had been only 1 week! Can calls come that quickly? Brian insisted that calls always come on a Wednesday, but Andrew insists that Nate's came on a Thursday. (A ward member who has 2 sons on missions right now said one call came on a Wednesday, and the other one came on a different day, but she can't remember which one.)
Since I had to work, I made Andrew promise that he would wait until I got home before he opened the letter. He reluctantly agreed. Brian called me at work about 11:30 and said he was asked to work at 5:00, and Andrew would be working from 3:00 to 6:00. The other kids were at school, of course, but Katie would be staying late for chorus practice. Eric and Becca would have Mutual at 7:00. When could we open the letter? There wouldn't be a time when we were all together until after 9:00! So I suggested that I could come home for lunch and just the 3 of us could open the letter together. They both jumped at that idea because the waiting was driving them crazy.
Other ward members have made huge productions of opening the call. They invite all family members and friends and many neighbors. They have snacks or drinks. They have games and activities. They have maps of the world displayed with pins or sticky notes showing everyone's guesses as to where the missionary will serve. Cameras are ready as all are gathered around while the missionary opens the letter.
Since all of Andrew's friends are already gone, he had no one to invite. Grandpa Larson was working at the temple, and Grandma and Grandpa Zimmerman were at a doctor's appointment. We had no map, but several people had already offered their guesses. No snacks or games, but Brian and I DID grab the cameras as we watched our son open the letter. He started reading aloud.
"Dear Elder Larson: You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Japan Tokyo Mission." Andrew's voice choked as he said "Japan Tokyo," and he started crying. Brian and I cheered and jumped around, then hugged each other and Andrew as we read the rest of the letter.
"You should report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on Wednesday, December 2, 2009. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Japanese language." December 2?! That's too soon! His call came in 10 days and he's leaving in 2 months! Amazing!! They must really need him in Japan. How is it that he would be called to serve exactly where he wanted to go? What's the catch?
We're quite overwhelmed by it all. We're trying to gather everything he'll need. Brian and Andrew spent Thursday and Friday getting his passport info ready and submitted. I've been looking for more info on what he needs to pack. I was going to make a quilt for him to take, but the lists say the only bedding he needs are 2 pillowcases. I guess I will worry more about getting all the clothing and other supplies he'll need. Andrew's friend David Youd is already serving in Tokyo, but Andrew doesn't have his email address. He's going to get it and then see if he can get a reply from David. Wouldn't it be great if they could see each other or even be companions?
I'm so happy for Andrew and so proud that he is "called to serve." I'm excited for this wonderful opportunity he will have to learn and grow and gain experience. I'm already crying just thinking about how much I will miss him.