- Jeff Bolingbroke
- Aug 12, 2019
- 3 min read
If I may start with a bit of poetry: Victor Hugo, a great author and poet, once stated, regarding death: "When I go down to the grave, I can say, like so many others, “I have finished my day’s work,” but I can not say, “I have finished my life.” My day’s work will begin again the next morning."
Now, as I, metaphorically, 'go down to the grave', I hope that you may know that I have done my day's work, but the next day's work will begin just as it always has tomorrow. But before I get too sentimental, let us go over our week:
We had the Zone Leaders over for exchanges! This was a pretty fun one, seeing as they're our previous companions, and we had a good bit of work in Mikkeli. Lots of let-ins, lessons, and morning soccer!

On... some day today, they all get mixed up nowadays... might have been Friday... but anywho, we went to lunch with this awesome finnish youth! He's got a way cool life story. We've been able to teach a lot of people lately, with a good emphasis on young people!

We also passed by an old tram car - kind of like the ones down in Helsinki. Naturally, we had to stop and take a look. A bit of Finland history for ya!

On Saturday, we had a champion return to our circles! Toni, who Elder Skinner and I both taught at different times in Lahti, came to take us out to lunch! We had some awesome sushi.

and he was nice enough to take us on a drive to Mäntyharju, where we spent the rest of the day proselyting and meeting with some members over there.

Love these guys.
Sunday was an emotional rodeo - Jiri(soon to be Äldste Wrangell) gave his farewell talk in church, and I also got to give a sort of farewell testimony right next to him. At the end of the meeting after the closing prayer, Brother Sohkanen, the Branch President, got up and asked everyone to stand and sing "Herra olkoon tiellä kanssasi"(God be with you 'til we meet again) for the two departing missionaries(one from his mission, the other to his mission). Needless to say, I didn't get a single note of the hymn out, as I was sobbing like a little kid. Many farewells were had, and much contact info was exchanged, for the future visits to Finland.

Earlier today, we had a nice lunch with the Sohkanens, saying some more goodbyes and enjoying one another's company. Also, trying to figure out a little magic trick involving two corks.

Now I'm packing, desperately shoving everything into my bags. At this point, I won't be too dramatic and wordy, but please know that I've loved my mission - and every moment has grown me into the person I am now. Referring back to the beginning - some people ask me if I'm going to take it easy after the mission, rest a bit, take a break from the super-spiritual-elder thing. I'm not really sure that's how it works. God's taught me a lot during these past two years, and I don't intend to forget it just yet. My day's work will begin again, as will my life's work continue.
As Ammon said, "And now behold, we have come, and been forth amongst them; and we have been patient in our sufferings, and we have suffered every privation; yea, we have traveled from house to house, relying upon the mercies of the world—not upon the mercies of the world alone but upon the mercies of God... this is my life and my light, my joy and my salvation, and my redemption from everlasting wo. Yea, blessed is the name of my God, who has been mindful of this people, who are a branch of the tree of Israel, and has been lost from its body in a strange land; yea, I say, blessed be the name of my God, who has been mindful of us, wanderers in a strange land."
I've been a wanderer in a strange land, of sorts. And oh, how I've enjoyed it! They journey will continue at home, but Finland always has a little piece of me in its clutches. I'm so excited to see what the future brings. Antakaa palaa.
I love you! Stay strong, read the Book of Mormon, listen to the Prophet.
Signing off for now,
Vanhin Bolingbroke









