Called to Serve...

So the other day I got a missed call from an 801-number. I wondered who would be calling me from Utah but I didn't think it was too odd since I know a quite a few people from Utah. I forgot about it until the next day when they called me again while I was in the shower. I called the number back and a woman answered, "Church Headquarters." I was definitely taken aback. I told her I had a missed call from this number and she said there was nothing she could do about it because there were 8000 people there that used that same number. I hung up the phone and of course my mind raced through all of the possible reasons Church HQ would be calling me. The only thing I could think of was someone had gotten a hold of an email I had sent out about my paper I am writing or it had something to do with Institute. Neither of those really made sense but that is as creative as I got. Then I told Kristal about it. She said I was probably going to be called to be the next General Young Woman's President. We got a pretty good laugh about that one.

So the next few days I continued to wonder what they could possibly want and why they weren't calling back or leaving a message. Then, late one night while I was studying nasty calculus, my phone rang. I looked at the number and - yes! - it was them! I was excited to finally solve the mystery but also nervous to see what it was. A nice man said hello and introduced himself as Brother Miller with the Mission Department (actually, I'm pretty sure he said his first name but I don't remember and it wasn't called the Mission department but it was the department that had to do with missions so that is close enough I figure.) My heart raced. We had been talking about how they used to just ask people to serve missions back in the old days and all I could think was, "do they still do that? do I have to say yes? how could I possible say no to that? wait, I'm pretty sure they don't do that anymore? maybe I just wasn't paying attention during that part? oh crap..." and then he said, (something like) "We are trying to finish your brother's papers and we were wondering what his current address is?"

Lame.