Last Christmas I found a book under the tree, wrapped but with no card. I opened it to find The Transfer. It is a book about missionaries that die while serving on their mission. My first thought was ...how morbid. Why would you want to read that? It sucked me in however and I had a hard time putting it down and began a correspondence with the editor of the book and creator. They encouraged me to write about Bryce and so I am posting my copy that I sent in. It should be out this fall.
Bryce
Kim Christensen
Born: 26 August 1987 Parents: Kim and Wynette Christensen
Siblings: Brooke, Kira, Tyler,
McKay, and Dallin
Mission: South Africa Cape
Town Time of service: October 2006
to October 2008
Cause of death: Killed in a car
accident Date & place of death: 7
January 2009, Utah County near Spanish Fork, Utah Place of burial: Spanish Fork, Utah Story related by: Wynette
Christensen, Mother
Bryce had a really hard time sitting
in church and school from the time he was young. Sometimes when he was a teenager and I
dropped him off for Young Men activities he would go in one door and walk out the
other to go to the home of a friend. He refused to sing in church, struggled
with tithing, and did not want to participate in family activities and
gatherings. His friends, music and snowboarding were his interests and
where he wanted to spend his time.
During Bryce’s senior year in
high school, his father was called to be a stake president. When Elder
Dieter Uchtdorf laid his hands on Kim’s
head to set him apart to that office, he paused, put his hands down and said he was going to tell us how missionaries are called to their
particular fields of service. Three young men, including Bryce, who would
be of missionary age within the next five years, were in the room. Elder
Uchtdorf’s comments must have made an impact on Bryce because from that time
forward as I found documented in my journal, Bryce cut his hair, started
singing in church, began to pay a full tithe, showed more interest in seminary
and reading his scriptures, and even attended a missionary preparation
class. I think he wanted to see just where the Lord would send him.
I was never really sure if Bryce
would serve a mission but he surprised me by making sure that he filled out and
completed his missionary application to be ready on the first possible date he
could turn it in. The day he opened his call, all his friends were
gathered at our house. Bryce wore a Bob Marley T-shirt (he really liked
his music), and was so excited when he read he was called to South
Africa. Later when he was in South Africa tracting in the Townships and
heard Bob Marley music, it would help him to keep going.
A few companions taught him to speak
a little Afrikaans or Xhosa as they walked from house to house. From the letters he sent home, we knew he was
working hard, he was happy, and he missed snow. His mission president
later told us he gave Bryce several African missionaries as companions, because
he was patient with them.
Bryce arrived home in October
2008 after a successful mission. We
enjoyed spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with him. Bryce’s mission had
refined him and brought out all the good in him. We were grateful to see
his continued commitment to the Gospel and to the Lord. We saw his
concern and love for friends who chose not to serve missions, and saw his
desire to reach out to less active family and friends. He had post-it’s in his room and bathroom
reminding him of his goals to finish the New Testament, to exercise, to do something awesome that
wasn’t planned each day and to get up before 7 a.m. He was more patient and
made a conscious effort to think before he said anything. He was also determined to date and get a
girlfriend. He did not date in high
school and it wasn’t easy for him.
He
wrote down his favorite scripture on a Family Information sheet when he came
home: 2 Cor. 4:17-18: “For our light affliction, which is but
for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not
seen; for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not
seen are eternal.” This scripture has brought us
insight and comfort.
Bryce
was killed while getting on to the freeway. It was his first day of college classes.
When he left for South Africa, the plan on his return was to work at Park City
so he could spend his time snowboarding. He had not enjoyed school much
growing up, but after learning how to study on his mission and doing well on
entrance exams; he came home and applied to UVU and BYU. Bryce’s car was hit from behind
by a car spinning on black ice, and he was pushed into the path of a semi-truck.
His father drove past the accident on his way to work; unaware it was Bryce who
had been injured in the crash. Responding to unsettled feeling he had,
Kim returned to the scene of the accident, arriving as Bryce was being priced
out of his car and put into the ambulance. He was allowed to accompany Bryce to
the hospital.
Bryce
never regained consciousness. We did not realize that Bryce was going to
die, and waited patiently in a room of the E.R. to hear from the doctors.
We could hardly believe it when they said we could see him one last time before
he was taken off oxygen. After he was pronounced dead, we were allowed to
sit in the room with him. His older brother came from BYU, his sister
from work in Salt Lake and our bishop got his younger brother from the MTC
where he was preparing to serve in Japan. We were comforted by the sweet
feelings in the room. We savored that last opportunity to be with his
body. We sat and talked quietly and were in no hurry to leave. Blessings were
given, prayers were offered, pictures taken of our missionary and peace
descended on us.
Bryce’s
mission president later told us that the news of Bryce’s death deeply touched
the missionaries in the Cape Town, South Africa Mission. As they gathered
in different parts of the mission for transfers, they all sang the hymn, “Each
Life That Touches Ours for Good,”
and offered a prayer for Bryce and our family.
So
much love was shown to us. Our house was full from morning till night
with people coming to console us. We received letters from all over the
world as friends and Bryce’s fellow missionaries learned of his passing.
One friend credits Bryce for inspiring him to serve a mission later in his
life. Our family was truly lifted up by all the prayers offered in our
behalf. I did not shed many tears at the funeral. I couldn’t - I
felt such peace and joy, and knew it was because of so many prayers.
Elder
Uchtdorf sent a letter that gave me great comfort. He wrote: “I want to
share with you my testimony that Bryce is in the best place he can possibly be
at this time. Your beloved son continues to be involved in the work of
the Lord and is safely in His hands.”
Bryce wrote in a letter to his
mission president upon completing his mission:
I have experienced the most difficult days and weeks of my life while
serving a mission. I have also never
felt the Spirit in more abundance, and have never been more aware of what
Heavenly Father wants for me.
As we think of Bryce, we are
continually reminded that we need to appreciate every day we have
together. Bryce was probably taken at a time when he was most ready and
we all want to better so we can be where he is.
This
has been an amazing journey, one I am grateful for. We had Bryce for 21 years,
and we miss him so much. The dynamics of our family have changed. I
try harder now to tell those I love how much they mean to me. We are very
aware and grateful for the tender love we have felt from our Heavenly
Father. It is so much more evident and real as He comes to our aid when
we feel despair. Our testimonies have been strengthened, and the
Atonement is much more personal. I look forward to the time when I can
hold Bryce in my arms again. I am grateful for family prayer. The
last thing we did with Bryce was kneel in family prayer, and sometimes I know
he has joined us again and is kneeling in the circle.
In a letter written to his mission
president in the middle of his mission he wrote: This week has been a real test of my
faith. I have learned a lot and grown
though. We did a lot of finding with
little success. To end off the week I
burnt the bathtub down and made the whole boarding smell like toxic burning
plastic. Things like this happen every
once in a while I suppose. At least it’s
over now and I can move forward and learn from these experiences. I am grateful for the trials I have been
given. Heavenly Father knows what He’s
doing. We have the 100 % restored, only
true gospel on the whole face of the earth and when you think about
that…burning tubs don’t matter so much.