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kolobian
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Date: February 25, 2016 05:44PM
Here's an excerpt from my exmo bio for some background on that:
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"I moved back home so I could cram for the mission. I started going to my home ward where everybody was just oh-so happy that lil’ kolobian had found his way back to the 90 & 9 and they slaughtered some fatted calves for supper. This was a dangerous time for me and my ego. I really underestimated how far these people would go to make sure I served a mission.
The patriarchal blessing: it was time to do what every 14-year old girl in the church does, namely, find out what tribe I’m from and which gifts of the spirit I was “blessed with.” It was a snowy day and it was a half-hour drive from my town to the patriarch’s house. He had just been called and I was to be his second blessing ever. This was testimony-affirming for me. He’d had a chance to get over his nervousness with some other guinea pig, and he wasn’t so used to giving these things that he’d mix in somebody else’s stuff with mine.
The long and short of it is this: it talked about everything leading up to my mission. It said I would be called to a “special part of the world.” That’s it. It didn’t talk about spiritual gifts. And it never, ever, not even once, mentioned being married, being married in the temple, or having children. It was as if the mission would be the last thing I would ever do. Basically, I thought I was going to die on my mission. Or rather, I was blessed to be a martyr. Or so I saw it.
My mom and I talked about it at length. “Yes, honey.” She said. “Everybody’s patriarchal blessing talks about marriage.” Well then why doesn’t mine? “I don’t know, honey.” She replied. “we just have to have faith that the lord knows what he’s doing.”
That was my mom. If she were Abraham that angel wouldn’t have had time to stop her from sacrificing Isaac. “What? I didn’t have to kill him? But you said… Oh. Well, why didn’t you come sooner?”
Let me also say at this point that I was obsessed with Israel. I had been taking Hebrew in college. I had studied all things near-east. I was much more into the bible than any kolobian scriptures. It’s important that you should know this before I tell you this next part. The next part is the nail in the sure place.
The bishop’s interview: I was called into the bishop’s office (who had been my old scoutmaster) and told to sit down. He wanted to share something with me. Something sacred. Something I couldn’t tell anybody. He wanted to share a revelation he’d received concerning me. OoOoOoO. Concerning me?! What an ego-boost.
He asked me what I knew about Jerusalem. Me?! What do you want to know? I started telling him about the things I’d been studying, the Hebrew, basically all the stuff I’d been telling everybody else in the ward since I’d come home that he was pretending not to know about. Hmmm.
Then he tells me, with a straight face, in the bishop’s office: “Kolobian, it has been revealed to me that you will be one of the two witnesses who will be martyred in the streets of the holy city as foretold by John the Beloved.”
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For a 21-year old this was pretty heavy. But I was kolobian. I’d had visions before. I was told my whole life that I would do great things. And oh, yeah… my patriarchal blessing already told me I’d die on my mission, right? I just didn’t know that my mission would be something I could read about in the bible!
The mission call: So.. it was time. I’d done the interviews, taken the physicals, gone to the dentist, filled out and submitted the paperwork. It was only a matter of time until one of the apostles (hopefully Eyring) would show up at my house and ask me to accompany him back to Salta-lay-ka-sitty.
Eyring didn’t come. An envelope did. My mother was beaming. Wow, it felt pretty thick. I couldn’t open it at home. It had to be a grand gesture. We jumped in the car and drove an hour and a half to the Mesa temple so we could open it outside the house of the lord.
Now remember, my older brother wanted to go to Japan and he went to Japan. My other brother wanted to go to D.C. and he went to D.C. I wanted to go to Israel and by god, I was going to Israel.
“Elder Kolobian, you have been called to the California – San Diego mission. You will be speaking Spanish.”
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……………………………. There must be some mistake. I checked the name again, and the address. It was right. Hmmm.. bishop, you got some ‘splaining to do….
My bishop didn’t miss a beat. “It sounds like a preparatory mission to me. You’ll probably be there for a few months, maybe a year, just to get ready for your true calling.”
Oh, a preparatory mission. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Way to stroke my ego bishop!
…The mission: I’ll be brief. It didn’t take long before I realized that I’d been had. I didn’t leave the MTC thinking I was on a temporary mission and that I’d soon be going to Jerusalem to fulfill prophecy. I’m only gullible to a point. Once I got to the MTC and met all those 19 year olds from Utah I figured things out pretty quick. Whether you’re a martyr, a light to your brothers and sisters, or guaranteed a brand new pickup truck upon your honorable return, you tell these kids what they want to hear in order to get them to the MTC. The peer pressure will take over from there.
Let me interject something here so that you understand me a little better. Even though the patriarch and the bishop were completely full of shit and I know that now, you have to remember that I believed that I was going to be martyred. It’s dumb, but I believed it. More importantly, however, is that my mom believed it. She believed it and she sent me anyway. It’s crazy to think about now, but my mom just ever so nonchalantly sent me off to my inevitable death. That is what kolobianism can do to a person. Abraham’s got nothing on my mom. She is, I believe, past the point of no return."