A few of the characters who made this last chapter possible: From the left: Sister Melanie Parkinson, Jamin, Sterling, me, Sister Blickenstaff, Sister Chen, President Blickenstaff |
Sixteen years ago, I did something I never had before. Not only was I leaving to a foreign country to serve as a missionary for the first time, but it was the first time I’d boarded an international flight without my viola. Now, I’ve repeated this experience many times since, travelling to far reaches of the globe without it. But at the time this felt quite strange. For over ten years prior to my mission, I had essentially been tied at the hip to my instrument, even while travelling to Europe and Israel, but when my mission president felt uncertain of the effects of a hot and humid climate on a handmade instrument, I was ultimately instructed to leave it behind. Though disappointed by the lost opportunity to do missionary work with my music, I willingly accepted this fate, and saw the wisdom in it when my missionary work did require much more of my time, body, and energy than I could have ever humanly guessed.
Truth be told, at the time there was very little interest on
the island in classical music. I did have one memorable experience with a woman
who was teaching piano and violin to her daughters. She was thrilled to hear me
play both instruments, and later painted me a beautiful picture of two birds,
hand delivering it to me in my next area. She never did agree to hear the
missionary discussions, but the feeling of loving camaraderie with her was
tangible.
One can only imagine, then how surprised I was to see how
much Taiwan had changed in its love of classical music. It’s not just big there
now, it’s huge! Along with all the
other influences from the west that Taiwan is embracing, it has become
fascinated by this discipline, and I was shocked to see so many posters and
billboards advertising classical music concerts.
The younger generation is learning to play instruments as
well. When we arrived in YuanLin, I was shocked to not only see coming string
musicians come and go from our housing complex (a extraordinarily talented
violinist lived two doors down from us), but also that hundreds of students in
the Ciao Sin elementary school were taking violin lessons with the same older
gentleman who maintained a music studio and violin choir just around the corner
from the school. I took the kids over one day to show them what these kids were
up to, and even played a tune or two with all of them. :)
This is Li MeiLian, the mother of the two talented violinists mentioned below. She was the assistant to the older gentleman music teacher. |
I was so impressed, and almost jealous that these children
were receiving such a wonderful opportunity to learn and enjoy beautiful music
together.
Then, a few days later we had a visit from the sister
missionaries serving in YuanLin, Sister Chen and Sister Mandrano. They were
both from Provo, both daughters of immigrant parents who were converts to the
church. Sister Chen’s parents had both met the church while in Taiwan, and
later met and were married when attending Brigham Young University. Though her
parents were both Taiwanese, she was never raised speaking Mandarin until she
was called to Taiwan as a missionary, (something that is often the case amongst
ABC children, whose parents want to focus on them learning English well). She
and her four other siblings did learn classical music, however, and Sister Chen
was a star student of Irene Peery-Fox, the piano performance professor at BYU,
who has produced an innumerable group of fine pianists for years. Leaving
behind her musical studies to serve a mission was a remarkable sacrifice, and
one that I understood quite well.
It was at this point that my wheels started to turn . . .
What if we were to put on a concert? A musical fireside?
What if we were able to invite all the incredible people in YuanLin that had
been so amazing to us, share our love for Christ and our love for them by
sharing our talents with them? They had been so kind and so loving to us, and
we wanted to share some meaningful way to thank them.
Certainly we had all the necessary pieces to make that work
– a phenomenal pianist, a violist (me), a cellist (Dad), and other violinists
could likely be found in YuanLin. Jamin had a lovely voice, as did another
sister missionary in the neighboring ward. Could we put together a truly great
concert for the community? When I suggested this, Sister Chen was jazzed, and
so was I. The fruits of the spirit were definitely tangible as we discussed the
possibilities. We felt joyfully exuberant.
Over the next few weeks, we started to mobilize all the
moving pieces. Having Dad send me pdf copies of music, finding violinists to
perform “O Divine Redeemer” for string quartet and piano with us, locating
instruments for me and Dad, deciding upon a proper program, communicating with
missionaries, getting invitations and programs graphic designed by a local
member, figuring out translations for the hymns written and printed, writing
out a proper narration and seeing it translated into Chinese . . .
The list seemed to go on and on, and ultimately seemed like
it wasn’t going to happen when it seemed like the missionaries and mission
president didn’t quite catch the vision of what we wanted to do—especially when
it appeared Sister Chen would be transferred to another area before we held our
concert . . . Sigh. This was so discouraging at times. I knew that these
lovely, educated, and classy people we had come to know during our time in
Taiwan were people that had by and large never stepped foot into an LDS chapel,
and would likely never allow missionaries to tract into their homes—but they
would come to a beautiful concert. I knew this was a glorious opportunity to
share what meant the most to us—the sacred message of Christ and His plan for
us.
Throughout this time, I prayed fervently, and when it seemed
like everything would fall apart unless I was able to speak with the mission
president directly, I squared with Heavenly Father. “Lord, this is my offering
to You. If you want us to do this concert, please help it come to pass by
placing the mission president in my path. If you don’t want it to happen,
that’s fine. I have no problem with that. In fact, that would make my time here
much, much more simple. But, I just want to offer this piece of my heart and
myself willingly.”
When I did not see the mission president that next day close
to the mission headquarters, (the day I met up with my close friend, Melissa) I
felt almost relief at the fact that I was, in a sense, “off the hook.” However,
the next day at church I was struck by the sister missionaries’ news: the president had surprised all of them that
morning by calling to say he would be at the YuanLin chapel that evening for
meetings . . . It doesn’t get much clearer than that.
And so it went with all our different obstacles. Whenever it
seemed there was something preventing us from moving forward, I would turn it
over to the Lord again, and He would resolve things in his quiet and powerful
way, often surprising me by how much better He could transform circumstances
than I could (Elder Ran of the Seventy ended up presiding for the meeting as a
result of many wonderful twists and turns, and became excited by the
possibility of using Sister Chen’s talents more meaningfully in the future).
My favorite example of the Lord’s hand in the preparation of
this experience was with regard to Sister Chen’s family. Though she was serving
as a missionary in the Taichung mission, Sister Chen was not able to see her
grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins in Taipei. (This was hard for them to
understand the reasoning behind this since none of them are members of the LDS
faith.) I’ll never forget hearing Sister Chen rehearse one of her solos in the
chapel, and I was overcome with emotion at the emotive beauty of her playing.
It was exquisite. Knowing that her extended family had not yet ever heard her
speak Mandarin, I was struck with another singular question. “Sister Chen, have
your grandparents ever heard you play the piano in person?” The answer: though her grandfather had flown to the
United States to hear her solo with a symphony orchestra, her grandmother had
never heard her directly play, nor had most of her extended family. To me, this
felt almost criminal, and I breached the subject of inviting them to the
concert to hear their beloved granddaughter. Again, this felt impossible to her
as she felt she couldn’t possibly ask her mission president for permission.
When I called Sister Chen’s mother, she was concerned by the same thing . . .
But I couldn’t let go of the intense feeling that somehow Sister Chen’s family
needed to be there.
Then another miracle happened. On the weekend that hubby and
I went to Taipei to visit those from my mission, we ended our visit there by
going to the temple. We ended up going much later than we had originally
anticipated, and ended up only being able do initiatories, rather than a full
session. This was one of the most significant experiences I have ever had in
the Lord’s house. I cannot write about it publicly as it was so sacred and
meaningful for me. However, directly afterwards as I dressed and turned to
leave, who did I almost literally run into? Sister Blickenstaff, the Taichung
Mission President’s wife who had just finished a session. As it turned out, she
and President and several missionaries were there at the temple that day.
Though it took me several moments to process that uncanny serendipity, I told
our taxi to stay put while I sprinted to find the Blickenstaffs before it was
too late. I related the circumstances regarding Sister Chen’s family in Taipei
needing to be invited to the concert, and Sister Blickenstaff immediately
agreed with me. Of course they should go! Were it not for the fact that she is a
rather stern woman, I would have hugged and kissed her. I was just that in that
moment of the Lord’s obvious intervention, I felt giddy to consider just how
much the Lord loves us and is aware of us. I felt so grateful to witness a part
of it.
Eventually, after all the hours of planning, coordinating, convincing
of certain parties that certain details were actually necessary, and a lot of
late nights (most of which unfortunately took place during our 11-day excursion
around the island), the day of the concert, and our final Sunday in Taiwan
finally arrived.
The LDS chapel in YuanLin, where the concert was held. |
One of the many posters advertising the concert. The brother who helped us with the graphic design on this and the program did a lovely job! |
Sterling and I took the kids to church, and then left early
to pick up Sister Chen and her new companion in Taichung, in order to allow us
to effectively rehearse. There were still a couple of numbers we had yet to
effectively rehearse, and others we needed to brush up on with other musicians.
As we set up chairs in the overflow, a local bishop commented that he didn’t
think we would need so many chairs, but we begged to differ. We knew the chapel would be filled and then some. We knew that so many people we loved, and others the
missionaries had invited would come. More than anything, we knew God had set His
hand over this concert, and that it would be wonderful.
We weren’t disappointed. Things went beautifully! From the
moment when Elder Ran of the Seventy arrived, there were hoards of people
arriving, and they seemed to keep coming and coming. It was an electric,
wonderful feeling, especially considering that so few of them had ever set foot
in an LDS chapel before. I was most especially excited to know that Ama had
come.
I was beyond ecstatic to see Sister Chen’s adorable
grandparents and extended family there! She hadn’t thought her grandmother’s
health would allow this visit, but much to all our surprise, she was there with
bouquets and beaming pride for her remarkable granddaughter. Thrilled at their
presence amongst us, I was also somewhat amused at their lack of understanding
regarding the etiquette in an LDS chapel. Sister Chen had seated her
grandparents up on the stand behind her, and during the prayer they began
taking pictures of her. This was something to be repeated during the
performance as well, but out of respect for who they were, no one dared to
correct them. We all figured that in
that moment, it was the spirit of what was going on that mattered most. :)
Sister Chen and her maternal grandmother. Isn't she adorable? |
Though at first the stake president seemed a bit taken aback
by the large crowd in front of him, (it seemed to have been a major struggle to
get him properly notified weeks ahead of time about this event), from the
moment that Sister Qiu got up to narrate the program, the feeling of love and
goodwill in the room was tangible. The music flowed smoothly, and overall the
program maintained a dignity and elegance that everyone seemed to just inhale.
I loved it! It brought me so much satisfaction to share this part of ourselves
with all these wonderful people, to look down at their faces, and to see them
smile with pleasure. Sister Chen’s numbers, in particular, were remarkable, and
I relished in the realization of what had been a small dream now coming to pass
with the Lord’s help.
In the end, the mood in that chapel was exultant. Our
friends and Taiwanese “family” (i.e. local friends and also ward members) clamored to take photographs with us and our
instruments, and it felt so bittersweet to share our last moments with many of
them in this way. Sister Blickenstaff
ushered everyone down to the lobby, insisting on more photographs with she and
the president, ourselves, and any of the missionaries involved in the event. Between
checking on where my children were, and passing out classical music CDs as
parting gifts, it was beyond chaotic, but extraordinarily happy.
The two darling teenage sisters who played with us for "O Divine Redeemer" |
Some of the performers and most of the members of Sister Chen's family that came. I seriously think her grandparents are just darling! |
The missionary force in YuanLin, as well as President Chen on the right. |
With Brother and Sister Qiu, our elegant emcee for the night. |
Because of all the many details connected to successfully pulling off an event like this one, I was also touched to personally witness the personal sacrifice and dedication exhibited by the local members of the church in Taiwan. These people, out of no self-interest, but rather out of a love for their Heavenly Father, gave many last-minute hours to rehearsing, translating, and preparing for this event. Women, who had full-time jobs and family responsibilities dropped everything to ensure that things went off successfully. It humbled me to my core, and filled me with a deep love for their dedication and unselfishness.
After our short-lived, but meaningful time spent with them, anything I could give back was well worth any effort on my part. I loved these people and shuddered to think just how much I would miss them. As a result, the comment that meant the most to me afterwards actually came from LiZhen (Li-ling's sister), who said that she was thrilled with the concert, feeling that in that moment of beauty and solidarity, she felt they received more "face," a greater sense that they are people to be loved and respected. Now, if that was the only thing that came out of that final Sunday evening, then that alone would be worth it to me.
I miss you, YuanLin 2nd Ward, and wish that all of God's choicest blessings may be showered down upon your heads.
much love,
Amanda