"We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention."
I
am a relatively new member of the Church. Three years ago, I moved
from an English-speaking ward to an almost 100% Spanish-speaking
ward. I don't understand any Spanish, but I did meet a few friends
who spoke English. However, I struggled for three years to understand
anything during sacrament meeting and Relief Society.
I
recently decided to attend an English-speaking ward. I felt this was
the best thing for me to do, and I am happy there. But the few
friends I had in my old ward don't speak to me anymore. I feel awful
about the way they are treating me because I never did anything to
deserve it.
Please
help me know what to do.
Answer:
Let
me paraphrase: You don’t speak Spanish, but your friends who do
are upset with you for leaving a Spanish-speaking ward and attending
an English-speaking ward.
When
you put it that way, your friends are being jerks.
Friends
are, of course, expected to make concessions for each other. A person
might see a movie or eat at a restaurant that is not his favorite in
order to accommodate a friend. A person might inconvenience himself
or alter his plans in order to help a friend.
But
some accommodations and inconveniences are beyond the scope of
friendship, and attending a ward in a foreign language every week is
well beyond the limits of what a person is expected to do for a
friend.
Further,
friends are supposed to see each other in a sympathetic light and
give each other the benefit of the doubt. In your situation, instead
of being offended, your friends should have felt sympathy for you and
acknowledged that attending an English-speaking ward was in your best
interests.
You
don’t speak Spanish, for heaven’s sake. How are you
supposed to learn anything at church if all of the meetings are in
Spanish? No matter how sad they were to see you go, your friends
should have tempered their feelings of loss by thinking of your best
interests. And they should have reassured you that their friendship
would continue no matter what ward you attended.
Instead,
they did the opposite. I gather from your question that they did not
just stop calling you — that, although regrettable, is fairly
common when someone moves to a different ward. Moving to a different
ward is a lot like moving to a new city; friendships tend to wane
when you don’t have the ward in common anymore.
But
if your friends are deliberately refusing to talk to you as a
punishment for changing wards, they are being jerks.
I
suggest four responses to their behavior.
One,
have a good cry. These so-called friends have betrayed your trust
and wounded your heart. There is no shame in crying about it. As long
as you cry in private. And as long as you don’t wallow for more
than a week or so. A good cry is helpful. Wallowing is not.
Two,
decide that no matter the provocation, you will behave well. If
your former friends want to behave disgracefully, that is their
decision. You will not participate in their stupidity either by
retaliating or by begging them to reconsider. You will not gossip or
tell tales or do anything else that, upon reflection, would make you
ashamed of your behavior.
Interestingly,
it will be easier to forgive these so-called friends if you refuse to
be part of their petty circus. Forgiveness is a religious duty and an
emotional boon. And behaving spitefully or angrily towards them will
only make it harder for you.
Three,
remove yourself from their path. You are under no obligation to
let anyone treat you badly. If these people have abused you, you are
perfectly justified if you do not contact or reach out to them again.
If they imply rude things about you on social media, or if you feel
bad every time you see their posts, you should unfriend or stop
following them. If they snub you when you greet them in public, you
don’t have to say “hello” anymore. (Although, if
you can bear it, it might be fun to do anyway.)
Four,
move forward. You have mourned for your lost friendship, but
nothing you can do will bring it back unless your so-called friends
decide they treated you bad and are sorry. Even then, you will have
to decide if you want to reestablish your acquaintance with them. If
they are the kind of people who shun a friend, you are better off
with new friends.
Finally,
you are in a new ward now, making new friends and participating in a
way that probably was not possible in your old ward. To help you on
your way, I have six suggestions.
First,
find the ward clerk and ask him to transfer your records into the
ward. He will need your name and birth date; he will also ask for
your contact information for the ward directory.
This
is an important step because unless your records are in the ward, you
will not appear on the ward list. No one will be able to contact you,
assign you a visiting teacher or give you a calling. Instead,
everyone will wonder if you are actually in the ward. So make sure
that your records are transferred as quickly as possible.
Second,
meet with your bishop. You will do this by contacting the
executive secretary (whose name will probably be in the sacrament
meeting program) and asking to meet with the bishop as soon as
possible.
In
this appointment, tell your new bishop about your history: when you
joined the Church, your experience in your previous ward and any
relevant personal information. Express that you are excited to
participate in the ward and would like to have a calling. If you have
any other personal concerns or goals that require the bishop’s
attention, let him know.
Third,
ask to be a visiting teacher and to have visiting teachers assigned
to you. I suggest you have a conversation with the Relief Society
president similar to the one you had with the bishop, in which you
explain your situation and your desire to participate.
Tell
her when you are available to visit teach — daytime, evening,
weekends — and where you live. If you are deathly allergic to
cats or have some other restricting condition, you should mention
that, too.
Fourth,
introduce yourself. It is tempting to sit alone in a new ward and
wait for people to introduce themselves to you. Unfortunately, you
have no way of knowing if the person next to you is also new. So turn
to that person and say, “Hello. My name is Marigold Culpepper.
I’m new in this ward.”
The
person will say, “Nice to meet you. I’m Sarah Castleman.”
Then, you will make small talk until the meeting starts: where you
live, what you do, “I like to read,” “I like to
read, too,” and things like that. You should ask if the ward
has a social media group, a book group, a walking group, or any other
open-invitation groups that get together for information or
recreation.
When
the person conducting Sunday School or Relief Society asks if anyone
is new or visiting, raise your hand. Say something like, “I’m
Marigold Culpepper. I’ve lived in Grand Rapids for five years,
but I’m new to this ward.” If you do not like to call
attention to yourself, don’t worry. Your introduction will only
take about five seconds. You may feel uncomfortable for those five
seconds, but it must be done.
Fifth,
attend everything. All three hours on Sunday,
weekday Relief Society meetings, ward activities, special musical
events, firesides and service projects. You cannot complain that no
one knows you if you do not attend ward events.
You
should also volunteer for things. Even if you’ve never done it
before, sign up for things: substitute in Primary, feed the
missionaries, take meals to families with new babies and visit shut
in sisters. There is no better way to show that you want to be part
of the ward than volunteering to help and then following through.
Sixth,
be patient. Sometimes you meet your new best friend on the first
day in a new ward, but sometimes that person is a Primary teacher and
you don’t meet her for a month. Callings, visiting teaching
routes and home teachers can also take a while to set up.
Remember
that although the ward leadership wants to help and include you, they
are also trying to help and include everyone else in the ward.
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Cynthia Munk Swindlehurst spent her childhood in New Hampshire and her
adolescence in San Diego. She served a mission in Manaus Brazil. She
graduated from Brigham Young University with a degree in English and from
Duke University with a law degree.
She practiced law until her first child was born. She enjoys reading, tap
dancing, and discussing current events. She and her husband live in
Greensboro, North Carolina with their two sons.
Cyndie serves as the Sunbeams teacher in her ward.