Whenever I go to the Medford Temple (located in Central Point Oregon about an hour and ten minutes away) I have so many thoughts enter my head on the drive there. Yesterday I had at least four blogging ideas. All vanished on the return home. What’s up with that?
I think one was a reference to policy change – which I am certain I have already mentioned but thought I’d look it up and add to it. No. Not now anyway.
A couple were in reference to my mission. The area where I currently live reminds me so much of my first area when I served my mission. Though not as cold. Never as cold. Perhaps on the coast. But the wind still does not go through you as it did in Giles county.
I remember being in the bishops office and gazing at a board full of names. There was a column of active members, a column for inactive members, and a column of the unknown.
“How could they be unknown?” I thought. But I get it now. Rural addresses aren’t always discovered. Some are downright eerie. Do people really live at some of the provided addresses? Or sometimes there isn’t even a physical address – just a PO Box or city. Invalid phone number.
Perhaps I will go into more detail later on. Don’t hold your breath though.
