Suzanne's Homecoming Talk -
If this talk were a movie, it would begin with Craig and me sitting on the floor of a longboat with several Lao government officials. We were on our way from a very small island to a larger one. We had just finished assessing some schools for renovation and had enjoyed a delicious lunch of small fried Mekong fish, sticky rice, and wild herbs someone had picked for us.
During lunch, we could hear ordnance exploding in the background from the conflict between Thailand and Cambodia. We were far enough away to be safe, but we were concerned for those involved in the conflict. Craig will talk a little about the history of that part of the world.
As the longboat pulled away from shore and began floating down the river, we noticed the men talking and grabbing whatever bushes and plants they could reach. Because we didn’t understand enough Lao, we thought this must be how they turned the boat around to go upriver.
Their voices got louder, and some of their hands became cut and bloody. That was when we realized something was wrong. They were speaking, but seemingly not to each other.
A man on the shore ran toward the village and came back with a tool. He waded closer to the boat and threw it to one of the men. The owner of the boat worked on the motor, and once it started, we were on our way.
We found out later that the rope you pull to start the motor had broken off. The men had been doing whatever they could to keep the boat from drifting downriver.
They weren’t so concerned about themselves; we later learned they had been praying to the river gods not to let the foreigners drown and die.
But since this is not a movie, I will begin at the beginning.
I was converted to the Church and the gospel when I was 16 years old. The missionaries were my heroes, and I really wanted to serve a mission. But Heavenly Father had a different mission in store for me. I met a handsome young man who became my husband, and together we created a family.
It wasn’t the kind of mission I had anticipated, and it wasn’t always easy, as those of you who have families know. But it was what I needed at that time. My husband and children are the world to me, and I am grateful to a wise Heavenly Father who guided me in that direction.
Craig and I talked about serving senior missions for many years. I wanted the opportunity to show Heavenly Father my gratitude for all the blessings He has given me through the gospel, including my family. I cannot imagine my life without them.
When we found out we had been called to serve in the Thailand Bangkok East Mission as humanitarian missionaries, we were excited. We had lived in Thailand for many years, and I had sometimes helped with the Church’s humanitarian efforts.
A couple of weeks before our departure, we were informed that we would actually be serving in Lao PDR. Having lived in Asia for many years, we were familiar with several countries in the region, but we didn’t know as much about Lao.
We were surprised to learn that we would not be Elder and Sister Mackley’, but simply Craig and Suzanne. Proselytizing is against the law. We were not allowed to mention the name of the Church or Jesus Christ, nor were we allowed to pray in public.
It wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I applied to serve a mission!
We would be helping people in practical ways by renovating schools, digging wells, building toilets, donating wheelchairs, and teaching English to government workers. We would have many opportunities to meet people and serve them, but we couldn’t tell them about our beliefs or who had sent us.
The only people who knew why we were really there were the members of our little branch. There is only one branch in all of Lao. It has fewer than 100 members, but it is a remarkably strong branch, it is the strongest unit in the district and perhaps even the mission.
For many months, there were 12 young missionaries who had left our branch and were serving in different countries at the same time. We had many baptisms. One Sunday, there were 11! Families are baptized together.
All of this in a country where proselytizing is against the law.
When we asked how this was possible, we were told that friends and neighbors notice a difference in the members and ask them why. The members are then able to invite them to church, and many who visit are baptized.
The members there are true examples of Alma 5:14, which says:
“And now behold, I ask of you, my brethren of the church, have ye spiritually been born of God? Have ye received his image in your countenances? Have ye experienced this mighty change in your hearts?”
Christ’s love shines through the sweet members of the Vientiane Branch.
As many of you know, no one is allowed to be baptized until after receiving the missionary lessons. Thanks to modern technology, the young missionaries who have left Lao to serve in Thailand are able to teach those who want to learn more about the gospel through Zoom.
It is amazing to live in a time when we can see President Kimball’s prophecy about the gospel being taken to every nation and people come to pass.
Unfortunately, our Lao language skills never got much beyond ordering food and giving taxi drivers directions. Not many Lao people speak English, but that wasn’t a hindrance unless we allowed it to be. There was always Google Translate and a lot of “sign language.”
We didn’t find that not speaking the same language or sharing the same culture was a problem. Language is helpful, but love does not depend solely on language.
The chorus of one of my favorite songs says, “If I listen with my heart, I hear the Savior’s voice.”
Listening with our hearts to hear and understand doesn’t apply only to the Savior, but also to the people we meet. It is amazing how close you can become to someone whose language you may not understand and whose culture and circumstances may be vastly different from your own.
Sundays were my favorite because we got to rub shoulders with the beautiful members of our branch. During the week, however, we were blessed to work with outstanding people who did not share our faith.
Most Lao people are Buddhist, and even though they do not believe in Jesus Christ, they are wonderful examples of how to be Christlike.
We were blessed to be adopted into many of our Lao friends’ families, both Latter-day Saint families and those of other faiths. The Lao people have a way of bringing you into their close circles and enveloping you in their love. It is one of the many things we can learn from their culture.
Although I have always felt that the most important communication happens heart to heart, that became especially evident to me while serving in Lao.
I think back to that day in the longboat. Those men did not share our faith, and we couldn’t even communicate with them very well. Yet they were genuinely concerned about our safety. Their actions spoke louder than words ever could.
I learned that love doesn’t need translation. Kindness doesn’t require a common language, and we don’t have to be in a position to teach someone about the gospel to demonstrate what it means to live it.
I believe that when we allow the Savior’s love to show through us, others can see His image in our countenances, even when we don’t share a common language or the same beliefs.
Perhaps the greatest blessing of our mission was realizing that while we went to Lao hoping to bless the lives of others, Heavenly Father had arranged for them to bless ours as well.
I know that the gospel of Jesus Christ is true, and I am grateful for the opportunity I have had to see His love demonstrated in so many different ways and through so many different people.

