Prior to
entering the MTC (Missionary Training Center) in Provo for a week before
flying to Africa, I had never given much thought to the fact that Carole and I
would be wearing missionary name tags for the next 18 months. Carole’s tag says “Sister Beal” and mine
says “Elder Beal,” in caps, followed by the name of the Church—"The Church of
Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”
You can see that
the name of Jesus Christ is prominently displayed, so that people can see right
away that we are representatives of a Christian church and believe in Jesus
Christ. Those not familiar with the
Church may think my first name is “Elder,” when in fact it is a title
indicating the capacity in which I will serve when on my mission. All young men on missions, as well as
the older ones, such as Elder Reynolds and myself, are called “Elders.” We refer to Carole as “Sister” Beal, in the
same way we refer to any woman in the Church as “Sister so and so." This designation grows out of our belief
that all people, of whatever racial or ethnic background, are sons and
daughters of God and hence brothers and sisters of one another. From
a distance name tags are hard to read, so often I will see people squinting to
see what they say.
Name tags are
conspicuous and no doubt attract casual attention.
During our
stay in the MTC, we were reminded that we would, in part, be conspicuous
because of our dress and name tags and encouraged to be good examples, wherever
we were and whatever we were doing.
Others would carefully watch us (even when we were not aware of their
attention), knowing that we claim to be representatives of Jesus Christ. I suppose I knew this, but we have been
surprised by how literally this has proven to be true.
On the first leg of our trip to Africa (the
flight from Salt Lake City to Chicago), a couple in the row behind us, midway
through the flight, asked if we were going out or returning from a
mission. Later upon departing the plane,
a gentleman, with whom we had not spoken, offered best wishes, saying that one
of his sons was currently serving as a missionary. Nothing is unusual about those exchanges--one
would expect a flight out of Salt Lake City to have a number of Church
members.
Less
expected, at least by me, were the brief encounters we had with several
passengers in the flight out of London to Johannesburg, South Africa. While standing in line in Heathrow, waiting
to board the South African flight, Carole and I found ourselves standing next
to two young African men—one a government official from Namibia, returning from
official business in Canada, the other a lawyer from Namibia. I could tell they were eyeing our name tags and trying to decipher the text. Finally
one of them said: "I know that Church.
It’s the Mormon Church and comes from somewhere in New York. Its founder was Joseph Smith. I have visited with some of your
missionaries in my hometown of Windhoek (which is the capital of Namibia). I talked to the missionaries three times and
then “kicked them” out of my house."
Laughingly I responded, saying that he might try being nicer to them next
time, bearing mind that they were young men, far away from home and
family.
During to the flight, I was
seated next to a middle-aged engineer from South Africa, returning home to
Pretoria after a three-month assignment in England. Though we chatted casually off and on, I never mentioned
to him the Church, or explained anything about our Church assignment--where we
were going or why we were headed there. I was not aware that he had seen or paid any
attention to my missionary tag. Yet during the flight he talked to me about
his interest in genealogy, his family having immigrated to South Africa several
generations ago from Denmark. It also
turned out that one of his three sons was currently enrolled in a divinity
school. He shared that information
without prompting from me and later talked about how active the Mormon Church
was in genealogy. So the advice
given in the MTC was prescient—one should always assume that others are observing your conduct.
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