This week, my little brother got his mission call.
*quick note about mission calls: in the LDS church, young men (and many young women) choose to give two years to missionary service. They put school, jobs, their personal life, and everything else on hold to travel to any one location around the world. They do not choose where they go. They are not compensated with money, college credit, or anything else. They spend every day serving others and telling them what true happiness is all about. To learn more, go to mormon.org or email me.
The post office called in the morning ("what appears to be a missionary call has arrived at our office. Would you like us to hold it here or deliver it with the regular mail today?"). Just like that, cupcakes were made, the globe was brought out, family came over and long-distance relatives were facetimed.
And then he opened it. And there was much rejoicing. Barranquilla, Colombia!
I'm proud of that kid brother of mine. Way to go, John! And thats three for three brothers called to South America for their mission.
Three cheers for missionaries!
Do you know an LDS missionary?
And who can tell me anything about Colombia?