Saturday, February 29, 2020

With All My Love

Lovely Family of Mine,

It has been far too long - since before Christmas - since I took a few minutes to jot down a thought or two. I'm having trouble at work downloading pictures for the blog, and it's made me frustrated. Hence, no new posts.

Also, life is crazy busy. I am still waiting for that stage where less kids means less busy, but we're not there yet. This might be conversely related to our happy parent-ness.

Dad had the opportunity, as President of the Faculty Senate, to speak at the new president's inauguration. He watched your father very intently. More so than others. I was watching. He's met with him on several occasions, has listened to him, and I believe can feel that innate wisdom that exudes from Jarrod. My favorite line from his talk was him quoting a man, in reference to having no guile, Gordon B. Hinckley.

Dad also had the opportunity to see his Bishop dream of having a genealogy fair happen last weekend. He had a lot of positive feedback, and wrote a wonderful thank you letter to those involved.  There's more. He also got the first new core curriculum class added to Tarleton, from a non History department.  He received several congratulatory emails, will be able to teach the class effective 2021. Tarleton had three choices. Texas A&M had over 100 classes to choose from.

Sawyer played in his first baseball game last night. Nothing like having three days to practice compared to his teammates' four months. He's on the JV team for now. After playing freshmen ball last year, and ending the season on the JV team, and being awarded the MVP award for the JV team,  I have no doubt he'll do fine. He's a little off with his batting, maybe a little symptom left over from the concussion as the speed bothers him, but he PLAYED short stop.

UPDATE: This is a multi day process, expressing my love, so I'll share with you that the second game of the JV tournament, still playing short stop, Sawyer was responsible for 8 or 9 outs, 6 stolen bases, and no strike outs at bat.  He also pitched for one inning, hitting one batter.  Saturday morning he was contacted and asked to play in the Varsity game, so Dad left his shooting activity early and went to watch him. Pistols or pitching? Smith & Wesson or stealing? Ruger or running? Shooting or short stop? Yeah.


And then there's the Corona virus. Practice fastidious hand washing; Tanner is most susceptible because of his asthma. I'm buying gloves, as they're better protectors almost than masks. And masks when they're back in stock. Just to have at home.

Know of our love for you!

Mom

Friday, February 28, 2020

Sunday, February 23, 2020

The Working Man's Words


Feb. 17-23: La Vita è Bella,

by Hunter Schenewark
Reading Into Thin Air, I learned two new words to be employed at a scrabble game coming soon. Cwm, and nak. Cwm, pronounced koom, is a welsh-term meaning valley, and has been adopted by climbers internationally. Nak is a female yak. I'm ready to play!
This week, everything has pointed towards consecration.
Tuesday, I left work and went to Buffalo Wild Wings. There, I met up with Kevin, a roommate from my freshman year. We ate some wings and caught up. It's impossible to stay uber-close, but its good to stay in touch with friends. Kevin moved back from California a few months ago, and I enjoyed our time at the restaurant.
Wednesday was a busy day. That night, I was invited to attend a talk by Sharon Eubank, the democratic debate was happening, book club was going on, and the church released its new handbook which I really wanted to read. I missed Sis. Eubanks talk, but staying up later than normal, managed to squeeze the rest in.
Thursday I went to Institute. This was right after going to the gym so David Kaiser went with me. The class was good, and we socialized a bit afterward. What was really touching was what happened after that.
Last week, a woman came up to me and asked me for a ride. She looked kind of homeless, was missing most of her teeth and couldn't really look you in the eyes. I said yes, I'd be happy to, but it would be 10 minutes as the Lambert's were playing an audio clip from Pres. Eyring's funeral address for Clayton Christensen.
She said ok, no problem, and said she'd wait outside the classroom and eat the snacks brought to institute. After the 10 minutes, I left and couldn't find her. I walked all around the church building twice before finally giving up and going home.
When I saw her this week, I offered to give her a ride for which she was most grateful. David came with me, and we drove her up to the Provo Temple.
In some ways, not everything is right. She has some disorder. Yet, in the most important ways, everything is right. I felt sanctified being with her, as she continually shared her testimony. The church is her life. She hails from Tonga, and has been in the US for 8 years. Her parents both are dead now, and she has been working in the Salt Lake Temple as a cleaner. When the temple closed, she was out of a job, and moved down to Orem and cleans the Provo temple nightly, Monday-Saturday. She was so gracious and thankful and continually wished us the best and blessings for helping her. Little does she know, I was so truly blessed to meet her and listen to her and see her dedication to the Lord.
Friday, I left work and the sun was shining, and as often happens in situations like these, I ended up missing my exit and driving straight to the golf course. It's still being renovated, but I enjoyed putting and being outside.

Saturday I had a date with Emma. She came over at 6 and together we made dinner together. We made rice, rolls, squash, and tried a new recipe that was bubbling around in my brain. It was peaches lightly sauteed with beet tops. We mixed it in with the rice, and it was delicious! Much better than I expected. We talked non-stop and it was a really fun time. The date would have lasted longer, but at 8:15, I walked her home as some ward members were coming over for Movie Night 2.0. We had some peaches, some ice cream, shed some tears, shared many laughs, and just had a good time while watching "La Vita é Bella." (Life is Beautiful). A truly great movie. It was in Italian, subtitled in english. It's a love story told in the shadow of the Holocaust and the main character illustrates what consecration to family looks like.
Porter and Cooper made it over for a pot roast that lives in dreams, and Porter again left as victor, beating us in Settler's of Cataan.
I gave a talk on Sunday, and told 5 stories to help convey my message on consecration. First, I talked about backing up and crashing into another car while on my date December 8th, and heading up to the Christmas Devotional. The takeaway: I was distracted by the little things, causing me to miss what really mattered.
Second, I recounted a bit on the Alamo. Sunday was February 23rd, and it marked 184 years, going back to the year 1836, when Santa Ana had his troops surround the Alamo and begin a 13-day siege that ended with all of the defenders dead. Among them was George Washington Cottle. At the time, he was 24 (my age now) and was married. His wife was pregnant, and after his death, would eventually give birth to twins. He was given the option along with all others in the Alamo to surrender and leave alive. He chose to stay and fight, knowing that he would almost certainly die and never see his wife again. Yet, there are some things that are worth fighting for and dying for. I don't think we can fully live until we decide what we are willing to die for. George Washington Cottle is an example of consecration to me.slike you are on Mt. Everest, and your life depends on it.
The consecrated life is a beautiful life.

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Genealogy Conference

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

A few days have passed since the first Granbury Family History Conference. Ever since I was called as a Bishop, four years ago, I have desired to have a conference which would engage/unite members and the community. You made it happen. You have done a wonderful job and the conference was a success. I am very grateful (and humbled) by your efforts.

Because of your work many non-members, for the first time, stepped inside a building of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. If not for the conference, many would never had made the effort to visit us. This is important because they can feel the spirit in our dedicated buildings, walk the halls, see the pictures of the Savior that adorn the walls, and have the opportunity to interact with you. A barrier is broken down, and I believe we will see some of these same individuals walking into the church building in the future. (I saw that one Book of Mormon was taken from the table display.)

I thank you for spending time to clean the building so well, both before and after the conference. For time in planning, marketing, organizing, executing, and praying for this work. Thank you for supplies, projectors, and cookies.

I did have the opportunity to talk with members within and outside the stake. I had the pleasure of meeting with members who had not been to church for a long time (one for twenty-years), but came to the conference. I got the feeling from one sister that she did not really feel she was a full member because she had not attended church for so many years. I called her Sister, which she appreciated, I think she realized she is a loved daughter of our Heavenly Father and she has a place she belongs.

I know people made new friends (both members and non-members). I met new people in the community that I can say "hello" to at a basketball game, or a store, or another community event. If I see them and don't know what to say, I know we can talk about Family History. I also gained an appreciation for the value of having our own Family History Center, in the building, opened and utilized on a regular basis.

It was wonderful to see attendees eating lunch together and having great conversations. It seemed to me that people were engaged with each other and that is great. While the round tables were not envisioned for the lunch tables, I think they enabled better communication.

The door prizes were fantastic, the visiting presenters were wonderful. I enjoyed visiting with presenters and the people who set up displays. On a personal note, I most enjoyed the National Museum of the Pacific and will be in contact with them again.

I know that family history work will help our members grow closer as families (and as a ward), to connect with the community, to have meaningful missionary opportunities, to withstand the trails of life, and to strengthen their testimony of the Gospel, the Savior, and our Heavenly Father.

Your work on the conference strengthened my testimony and I thank you. I pray that you feel the love the Savior and Heavenly Father haves for each of you, and that you know you are involved in a great and marvelous work. I look forward to the next Family History Conference and the presentation from the General Authorities (on Thursday) this work.

Love,

Bishop Schenewark



HI Bishop  -

Thank you so much for being part of our conference.  I appreciate your efforts and support.  I heard from many of the attendees that they enjoyed your presentation and it was exactly what they were looking for.  You did a great job !!

We had a great turn-out as you probably saw.  I think the total attendance was about 110 as we had a bunch of no-shows but we also had 24 people who just showed up on Saturday morning


Life Section 1B of HOOD COUNTY NEWS Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Where do you start? Conference tips could help you delve into family history BY DEBBIE SCHNEIDER
If you have an interest in researching your ancestry, the Granbury Family History Conference is the place to be. The conference on Saturday brings a variety of speakers and 12 sessions to help you learn more about family history research. The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is sponsoring the workshop at 1226 Ross Lane

Sunday, February 16, 2020

The Working Man's Words

Feb. 10-16: Lupercalia Lunacy

by Hunter Schenewark
Tuesday, amidst other activities, I eagerly watched the results of the New Hampshire primary come in. Bernie Sanders pulled out the win, and is in prime shape to become the nominee for the Democratic Party. Part of me likes him because he is honest about what he is trying to do, passionate, and seems to have the nations best intentions in mind. On the other hand, I can't believe that roughly 1/4 of our nation is voting for a socialist and I don't think his policies would help, but rather prove to cause great harm. Regardless, I do love politics and have enjoyed every debate so far.
In Book Club, we read Shakespeare's Julius Caesar; the play starts off by talking about the festival of Lupercalia. This is a fertility festival, but I didn't realize it was celebrated February 13-15th. The exact connection to Valentine's Day remains unknown, but there was enough to make me dislike Valentine's Day more. Women would run through the streets naked while being whipped by mn with leather thongs, believing this would make the women fertile.
Regardless of the origins, this was perhaps the best Valentine's Day I've had. We organized an Elders Quorum activity and had a feast at the Bishop's House. While 30 minutes away, I'm glad we had it there. Dillon smoked ribs to die for, along with bacon-bit macaroni and cheese, I brought four pies (2 chocolate, 1 coconut, 1 banana), some salad, and Reigen brought garlic mashed potatoes. Bishop and Sister Miner told the story of how they met and their courtship, and even sang an original song while playing the guitar for us. The rest of the night was filled with ping-pong and casual conversation.
Saturday, I went to the Provo City Center Temple with Tatiana. During a ministering visit, she asked us to help keep her accountable with her temple attendance as she is trying to go every Saturday. It was a great time.
Sunday dinner included only Porter and Cooper, and we ate corn chowder and butternut squash, while playing Settlers of Cataan together. Porter pulled out the win this time.
Clayton Christensen died a few weeks ago and I've enjoyed reading the tributes that have been written as well as reflecting on what he's taught me. Admittedly, I remember meeting him at baby Ben's funeral and afterwards at Mimi's house, while Tanner was conversing maturely with him, I butted in and said something so stupid I immediately felt intense shame. I remember reading The Innovator's Dilemma in high school and not understanding much. Most importantly, a few key lessons have stood out, that struck me when I first heard them and remain important principles I think of often and try to live by to this day. I'll share one here. While at Oxford, he was the starting center for the basketball team. In England's equivalent of the NCAA tourney, they were cruising through the competition when Clayton realized the final was on a Sunday. He had made a promise not to play on the Sabbath years before and was worried about this dilemma. In the semifinal, the back-up center suffered a dislocation and now there was even more pressure on Clayton to play. He prayed and asked the Lord if he could play on Sunday this one time, as surely this counted as an extenuating circumstance. He recalls how the answer came immediately and it was along the lines of, "why did you ask? you know what is right." The coach told Clayton he expected him there, but Clayton stood by his convictions and the Sunday of the championship he was at church. Here are the main lessons: it is easier to be true 100% of the time than 98%. Once you yield, the next time becomes easier. Also, Clayton relates how he thought that the championship game was an extenuating circumstance, but has since realized that life is a series of extenuating circumstances. There will always be reasons to loosen up or lower standards. The older I get, the more I realize how extenuating circumstances do seem constant. Sometimes its ourselves saying "just this one time," and other times its friends and family who are telling us, "just do it, this is a special case." Stay true to your standards, 100% of the time.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

The Working Man's Words


Feb 3-9: Khovanshchina

by Hunter Schenewark
I meant to include this in the last letter: February 2nd was a fantastic day. After church, I picked up Cooper, Porter and Kevin, and we went to Uncle Ben and Aunt Joy's house where other cousins had gathered and we feasted on burgers and fries. Then brownies and ice cream. 'Twas delicious, and a great way to end a fast. By 5:30, I was home and because it was Super Bowl Sunday, completely free. I caught up on some personal reading and writing and truly enjoyed a day of rest. Now, back to the week in question.
Paperwork is such a struggle. This week, I had the goal to finish my law school application to BYU. Given that I've had since November to do this, it was more than doable. And it didn't happen. The plan was to submit the application when I got my LSAT score from test #2 on Thursday. I got my score, but didn't even start the application until Wednesday night. No bueno. My score increased by 1, not what I was hoping for. When I left the test in January, I thought it would increase by 2-3, based on how I was feeling. Alas. Tanner is being a big help, editing my essays and guiding me through the process.
Tuesday, we had our weekly presidency meeting and it was a blast. Jacob West, my counselor last semester moved back home to save money as he will be getting married in the near future. I knew this was likely, and while I was in Texas over Christmas break, I found out it was officially going to happen. I had a couple days to think about who I'd like to call as a counselor and two names were on my mind. However, when I returned home to Utah, I prayed asking who it should be and clear as day, I received my answer. Reigen Jensen is the man. I hadn't been thinking of him at all, but the prompting was so strong and it was a time where the Lord answered my prayer immediately. He has been a boon to the entire quorum since then, and become a very good friend. Together with Dillon, I think the three of us make a good team.
I was feeling down a few weeks ago and couldn't quite figure out what was wrong, (and thus couldn't fix the problem,) so I broadened by a large measure the stats I keep on myself. There are 19 questions grouped into 3 categories, physical, spiritual and emotional. It's all subjective, I just ask myself how I did in matter during the week, and score myself from 1-10. Since starting this, I have noticed a big difference! One of the questions is, "How was my sleep this past week?" and I few nights I've forced myself to put a book down earlier than I would have otherwise as I know I'll be graded later. Another question is, "How have you done meeting new people this week?" Because of this question, I went to a conference, detailed below, that I would not otherwise have attended. My weekly averages have ranged between a 5.47-5.82. Its not easy to improve above the average! The 3 categories have ranged in scores from 4.57 and 6.33. If its under 5, I mark in red and focus on getting the score up, as I think if a 5 is average, anything under is dragging me down. 5-7 is acceptable and marked baby blue. I haven't had a single category average higher than a 7, so I don't have a color for that yet.
The conference I attended Friday was called, "Promoting Healthy Relationships." It was put on by two friends who are over a nursing club at BYU. I expected 30-40 people, and didn't know if I would even stay the entire time. Turns out, I stayed. The event was amazing! Just over 180 people who attended, there was breakfast and lunch and every speaker did a fantastic job. Plus, one of the reasons for my going, was to meet new people, and I did that as well. An unexpected tender mercy was seeing B----. He was in my ward last spring and summer. I didn't reach out enough to form a foundation of friendship, so that when he needed help, I couldn't do as much as I would have liked. Ultimately, he left the ward and while I've tried to stay somewhat in touch, I haven't done well, so it was a blessing to see him, see that he is doing well, and let him know that he still has friends here who are willing to help and support him. The conference lasted from 8-1 and I am glad that I decided to go.
I'm again attending institute this semester, and have enjoyed those Thursday evening respites from the world. Bro. and Sis. Lambert are leading our study of the Doctrine and Covenants. This week, they related how as mission presidents in North Carolina, they met with Elder Marvin J. Ashton who was visiting to call a new stake president in the area. They asked him what qualities he looks for, and he mentioned personal righteousness then good judgement. Good judgement is of course closely related to the gift of discernment. Reflecting on this, I can immediately think of a few people who have good judgement, and pondered on how I might improve in this regard, because I don't think that I do have the best judgement and its such an important quality to develop. That day in work, I felt like I was quickly reaching my limit and hearing this story convinced me to put my plans to open a pancake-house in Brazil on hold. Heaven only knows I'd be flipping flapjacks in a favela right now if it wasn't for Elder Ashton's words.
I guess the food industry does still have a lot of pull though. For family dinner Sunday, I was joined by Tanmarie, Nora, Cooper, Porter, Abbey and Michael for taco salad. I came into possession of some catering supplies and set up an impressive and professional looking display.
Sunday was a busy day, as besides dinner, after my normal morning meeting with Bishop Miner, I extended 5 callings, went to church, then had 6 setting aparts, and 3 ministering interviews. Thank heaven for secretaries who do their job. Jacob D. and Brandon W. have been lifesavers.
Here is the a quote from Elder Ashton on spiritual gifts. 1 Corinthians 12 expounds on some gifts, then Elder Ashton adds this:
Let me mention a few gifts that are not always evident or noteworthy but that are very important. Among these may be your gifts - gifts not so evident but nevertheless real and valuable.
Let us review some of these less-conspicious gifts: the gift of asking; the gift of listening; the gift of hearing and using a still, small voice; the gift of being able to weep; the gift of avoiding contention; the gift of seeking that which is righteous; the gift of not passing judgement; the gift of looking to God for guidance; the gift of being a disciple; the gift of caring for others; the gift of being able to ponder; the gift of offering prayer; the gift of bearing a mighty testimony; and the gift of receiving the Holy Ghost.
I know that each and every person in the world has a gift of the Spirit, and I know that as we share our gifts with others, we ourselves will be blessed and we will help build up the Kingdom of God. If you don't know what your gifts are, ask those who know you or pray to God to know. Once we know what we have been blessed with, we can then bless others.

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Local Hero Jack Wilson

Dear Pastors and Ministers:

The speaker at this month’s Conservative Club meeting is Mr. Jack Wilson. In case you don’t know him, he is the gentlemen from Granbury who was involved in the recent shooting incident at the Church of Christ in White Settlement. Among other things, he will be speaking on the subject of security at churches.

You are welcome to attend along with security people and others in your organization who are interested. If you are not a member of the Conservatives, don’t worry about bringing a covered dish.

Blessings,

Hood County Conservatives


WHITE SETTLEMENT, Texas (AP) — Alarms went off in Jack Wilson’s head the moment a man wearing a fake beard, a wig, a hat and a long coat walked into a Texas church for Sunday services.

By the time the man approached a communion server and pulled out a shotgun, Wilson and another security volunteer were already reaching for their own guns.

The attacker shot the other volunteer, Richard White, and then the server, Anton “Tony” Wallace, sending congregants scrambling for cover. The gunman was heading toward the front of the sanctuary as Wilson searched for a clear line of fire.

“I didn’t have a clear window,” he said, referring to church members who “were jumping, going chaotic.” Wilson, a 71-year-old firearms instructor who has also been a reserve sheriff’s deputy, said: “They were standing up. I had to wait about half a second, or a second, to get my shot. I fired one round. The subject went down.”

Wilson’s single shot quickly ended the attack that killed Wallace, 64, and White, 67, at the West Freeway Church of Christ in the Fort Worth-area town of White Settlement. He said the entire confrontation was over in no more than six seconds. More than 240 congregants were in the church at the time.

“The only clear shot I had was his head because I still had people in the pews that were not all the way down as low as they could. That was my one shot,” Wilson said Monday from his home in nearby Granbury.

As Wilson approached the fallen attacker, he noticed five or six other members of the volunteer security team he had trained with their guns drawn. Wilson said they had their eyes on the man since he arrived. During the service, White and Wilson had stationed themselves at the back of the church, watching him.

The Texas Department of Public Safety on Monday identified the attacker as Keith Thomas Kinnunen, 43. His motive is under investigation.

Speaking outside the church Monday, Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton said authorities “can’t prevent mental illness from occurring, and we can’t prevent every crazy person from pulling a gun. But we can be prepared like this church was.”

Britt Farmer, senior minister of the church, said Sunday, “We lost two great men today, but it could have been a lot worse.”

Wilson described the attacker’s gun as a short-barreled 12-gauge shotgun with a pistol grip. Shotguns with barrels less than 18 inches long are restricted under federal law and can be legally owned in Texas only if they are registered with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.

After the shooting, Texas officials hailed the state’s gun laws, including a measure enacted this year that affirmed the right of licensed handgun holders to carry a weapon in places of worship, unless the facility bans them.

That law was passed in the aftermath of the deadliest mass shooting in Texas history, which was also at a church. In the 2017 massacre at First Baptist Church of Sutherland Springs, a man who opened fire on a Sunday morning congregation killed more than two dozen people. He later killed himself.

President Donald Trump also tweeted his appreciation for state’s gun legislation Monday night, saying, “Lives were saved by these heroes, and Texas laws allowing them to carry arms!”

Isabel Arreola told the Fort Worth Star-Telegram that she sat near the gunman in White Settlement and that she had never seen him before. She said he was wearing what appeared to be a disguise and made her uncomfortable.

“I was so surprised because I did not know that so many in the church were armed,” she said.

Sunday’s shooting was the second attack on a religious gathering in the U.S. in less than 24 hours. On Saturday night, a man stabbed five people as they celebrated Hanukkah in an Orthodox Jewish community north of New York City.

Wallace’s daughter, Tiffany Wallace, told Dallas TV station KXAS that her father was a deacon at the church.

“I ran toward my dad, and the last thing I remember is him asking for oxygen. And I was just holding him, telling him I loved him and that he was going to make it,” Wallace said.

“You just wonder why? How can someone so evil, the devil, step into the church and do this,” she said.

White’s daughter-in-law, Misty York White, called him a hero on Facebook: “You stood up against evil and sacrificed your life. Many lives were saved because of your actions. You have always been a hero to us but the whole world is seeing you as a hero now. We love you, we miss you, we are heartbroken.”

Matthew DeSarno, the agent in charge of the FBI’s Dallas office, said the assailant was “relatively transient” but had roots in the area.

Paxton said Monday that the shooter appeared to be “more of a loner.” “I don’t think he had a lot of connections to very many people,” he said.

Investigators searched Kinnunen’s home in nearby River Oaks, a small city where police said his department’s only contact with the gunman was a couple of traffic citations. But Kinnunen appeared to have more serious brushes in other jurisdictions. He was arrested in 2009 on charges of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon in Fort Worth and in 2013 for theft, according to Tarrant County court records.

He was arrested in 2016 in New Jersey after police found him with 12-gauge shotgun and rounds wrapped in plastic in the area of an oil refinery, according to the Herald News Tribune in East Brunswick. It was not immediately clear how those charges were resolved.

Kinnunen’s extensive criminal record also included assault charges in Oklahoma and Arizona.

Kinnunen's ex-wife described her husband as a “violent, paranoid person with a long line of assault and batteries with and without firearms. He is a religious fanatic, says he’s battling a demon.”

Church officials held a closed meeting and prayer vigil just for church members Monday evening. Farmer told the crowd that he had encountered Kinnunen in the past.

“I had seen him. I had visited with him. I had given him food,” Farmer said.

White Settlement’s website says it was named by local Native Americans in the 1800s for white families then settling in the area. City leaders who worried that the name detracted from the city’s image proposed renaming it in 2005, but voters overwhelmingly rejected the idea.

Wilson said the church started the security team about 18 months ago after moving to a new building and becoming concerned about crime in the area. Wilson has been a firearms instructor since 1995, spent six years in the Army National Guard and was a Hood County reserve deputy. He said some of the security team members he trained were at first afraid to touch a gun.

“I don’t feel like I killed a human, I killed an evil,” Wilson said. “That’s how I’m coping with the situation.”
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Associated Press writers Paul J. Weber in Austin, Jamie Stengle in Dallas, Jill Bleed in Little Rock, Arkansas, and news researcher Rhonda Shafner in New York contributed to this report.

Sunday, February 2, 2020


Jan. 26-Feb 2nd: Journey to the Promised Land

by Hunter Schenewark
Monday was the start of our revamped FHE. My roommate Spencer is leading our group, and we had 23 show-up. Impressive attendance and a good time was had as we played a get-to-know-you Kahoot game.
Book club this week had the biggest turnout I've seen so far, with 9 people showing up. It was a crowded room, and we delved into Shakespeare's Coriolanus.
On Thursday, I held a "Nachos and Nacho Libre" night. Some of the ladies we minister to had wanted to do this, so we planned it and had delicious oven-baked nachos while watching the movie, Nacho Libre. We all had a really good time. It amazes me how sometimes the simplest things can make a world of difference. I regret not taking a picture. After such a good time, Ashkia and Kellie both want to go to Zion National Park, and we tentatively marked February 28-29th to visit.
The Utah Tech conference, Silicon Slopes. was held on Thursday and Friday. A few execs at my company bought passes ($200 each) and went on Thursday. They had no interest in going on Friday, so at 3 pm, Glenn Daniels, Tanner Litchfield, and I went for the end. We walked around checking out some of the booths, which were already packing up, and visited the insane arcade area where professional videogamers were battling it out on all sorts of games. The fluorescent lights, rapidly moving games, and vibrant announcers were enough to induce a headache in minutes.
The conference was in the Salt Lake Convention Center, and the arcade area took up an entire hall. There was the main game going on in the center, and being broadcast, while countless smaller games were happening on the sides.
Here is the main contest, with video and announcers on both sides.
We left the arcade area to go see the conference keynote, where Mark Zuckerburg did a Q+A. He did a great job, and his answers showed a lot of thought, vision, and sincerity I didn't expect. I left not disliking him, even a little bit of a fan. While his answers were logical and well-reasoned, he didn't/couldn't play to the crowd at all (about 10,000 people crammed into the conference hall) and communication/connection is obviously a struggle for him (ergo why he invented Facebook in the first place).
Me and Glenn. He drove us up. Both Tanner and Glenn have been good friends at work.
I also enjoyed hearing from a few of the tech pioneers in the area. They have done an absolutely incredible job building a community where no one views it as a zero-sum game, and everyone is helping their neighbor succeed in business. The camaraderie is inspiring. While I won't be part of the scene much longer, I do believe that there is something special happening with Utah tech.
Watching the masses exit at the conclusion of the Q+A.
(On my way back walking from the temple, walking the one mile, I ran into some non-denominational evangelicals and we talked for an hour on the sidewalk)
About 10 1/2 years ago, in early July 2009, I went on a trek with the Boston Stake. Of course, I didn't want to go. Begged not to. I'm so glad my parents made sure I did. I recall walking about 24 miles over the three days. Camping out two nights. Getting to know the other people in my little "family," the 7-8 other youth and adult "ma" and "pa" there watching over us and helping direct. We were (somewhat) dressed as pioneers would be, as they crossed the plains by handcart between roughly 1847-1856.
The entire trek was wonderful, and an experience I'll never forget. I am very thankful, that while Tanner and my Mom and Dad, were in a different handcart, they were still on the trip.
All that being said, the reason I remember it, and think of it as being so formative, is because of what happened the very last day. We only had around three miles to go. It would be a short day, and at lunchtime, we'd make it to the finishing area and meet family members for a big lunch.
We re-enacted the Sweetwater River crossing. After everyone made it to the other side, we had a testimony meeting. I can still remember vividly sitting there thinking, "this is what the Holy Spirit feels like." The Spirit was incredibly strong. I was crying listening to these youth talk about what they knew to be true and talk about their experiences the last few days. I remember thinking, this is how I want to feel all the time.
We might not feel like pioneers, but we can live like them. I think the key to their ultimate success, is their willingness to sacrifice. They gave up so much to follow God. Years later, when someone was criticizing the Willie and Martin Handcart companies, an old man stood up and shared his experience. This is what he said:
“I ask you to stop this criticism. You are discussing a matter you know nothing about. Cold historic facts … give no proper interpretation of the questions involved. Mistake to send the Handcart Company out so late in the season? Yes. But I was in that company and my wife … too. We suffered beyond anything you can imagine and many died of exposure and starvation, but … we became acquainted with [God] in our extrem[i]ties.
“I have pulled my handcart when I was so weak and weary from illness and lack of food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the other. I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said, I can go that far and there I must give up, for I cannot pull the load through it. … I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began pushing me. I have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart, but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the angels of God were there.
“Was I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No. Neither then nor any minute of my life since. The price we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay, and I am thankful that I was privileged to come in the Martin Handcart Company”
Let us not shun tribulation. Usually, it is in our extremities, our times of trial that we do come to know God.
Hunter Schenewark | February