My Missionary Commission

MY MISSIONARY COMMISSION

I am Called of God. My authority is above that of the kings of the earth. By revelation I have been selected as a personal representative of the Lord Jesus Christ. He is my Master and he has chosen me to represent him. To stand in his place, to say and do what he himself would say and do if he personally were ministering to the very people to whom he has sent me. My voice is his voice, and my acts are his acts; my words are his words, and my doctrine is his doctrine. My commission is to do what he wants done. To say what he wants said. To be a living modern witness in word and deed of the divinity of his great and marvelous latter-day work.
-Elder Bruce R McConkie
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The time has come...(9/26/2010)

9-26-2010
Well it's been a long road since May when Dylan graudated high school. He had quite and exciting summer, went to California a few times, had a girlfriend, got a job. And even got a motorcycle. By the end of summer. Job was gone, motorcylce was gone and the girlfriend was gone. Also gone was Dylan's desire to serve a mission, only problem was he didn't know how to tell his mom and grandma. We'll something happened between September and October and Dylan had a change of heart. One day he came to me and said, "mom, are my mission papers all done?" In my head I am saying wow and my mouth is saying, everything is done except for filling out the personal information. "OK" says Dylan. The next few weeks were interesting as Dylan was always dissappearing. Turns out he was meeting with the Bishop to go on a mission. Throughout these whole 3 weeks or so he had decided to go on a mission and yet never tell me that he had decided to go. Sometimes its a nice thing to hear the words from your child's mouth..."mom I have meet with the bishop and am planning on serving a mission". With Dylan it was more like "mom why else do you think I am meeting with the bishop?" Boys at this age must think we moms can still read their minds.