Monday, January 26, 2009

Four Years Ago

Four years ago I entered the MTC. There are many things that feel like they happened just yesterday, but going to the MTC isn't one of them. It feels like it was a lifetime away. I feel like I've changed so much since then and that so much has happened in my life. I feel like I'm a different person. I still remember going to the MTC, putting an orange dot on my nametag, saying goodbye to my family, meeting my companion, meeting my district, and having no idea what a profound impact the journey I was embarking upon would have upon me and upon those I would be blessed to encounter. As I reflect upon my experience at the MTC, I think my favorite memories are of singing with all of the other missionaries, particularly singing "Called to Serve" at the devotionals. Singing in a room with 2,000 other missionaries made an indelible impression upon my soul. In the MTC I feel like I was finally able to understand the scriptures in the way they were meant to be understood. I feel like the gospel came to life for me. I remember testifying of the Restoration and feeling the Spirit in a way that I never knew the Spirit could be felt.

"And now, behold, I say unto you, that the thing which will be of the most worth unto you will be to declare repentance unto this people, that you may bring souls unto me, that you may rest with them in the kingdom of my Father" (D&C 15&16:6).

Monday, January 19, 2009

Rob Labaron

You never really realize how important the correct spelling of your name is to you until someone misspells it and displays it around the office. "PricewaterhouseCoopers welcomes Rob Labaron!" The best part, though, was when they gave us all "just a little somethin' to say we're glad you're here." It was personalized stationary that said, "From the desk of Rob Labaron, PricewaterhouseCoopers." More like PricewaterhouseBloopers, right? I guess mine was better than the kid that got stationary that had "Tony Smith" crossed out and "William Dobbeck" written next to it.

It kind of reminded me of how in seminary my birthday was listed as March 11, 1985. I didn't realize they had the wrong birthday until I walked into seminary on March 11th and people started singing. Apparently whoever typed it into the database confused 11/3 with 3/11. If you're dyslexic and you know it palc your shand.