A friend of mine on facebook shared a post about Chick-fil-A and asked how a group of people could hate another group (when did the definition of "hate" change, by the way?). Someone responded with "Leviticus 18:22."
Not the best response, I agree. Because it didn't speak to the concern of the post (about "hating" a group of people).
So someone else responded "if you believe in Leviticus 18:22...do you also believe in Leviticus 20:13?"
It's a legitimate question. How does someone who believes in the Bible respond?
An understanding of the law of Moses is a good start...but it's not enough. A belief in the Holy Bible alone is also insufficient. A belief that God no longer speaks to man places a well-intentioned Christian in a difficult position when trying to argue the relevance of biblical values in today's world. Why would a loving Father in Heaven, who is the same yesterday, today and forever, speak to one group of people in one part of the world for thousands of years...and then go silent?
If you had/have children, would you be an active part of their lives until the age of 15 and then simply abandon them? Never to visit them or interact with them again until they were 72?
I testify that God lives; that Christ was literally resurrected on the third day and is alive today. And that His Gospel is still actively practiced in His Restored and Living Church.
He speaks to men and women today just as he did for thousands of years. He speaks to His children as a whole through a living prophet - Thomas S. Monson. And He speaks to us individually as we seek Him through scripture study, prayer, and meditation.
Why do I believe the principle taught in Leviticus 18:22 but no longer abide by the law given in Leviticus 20:13? Because of living revelation. The Doctrine of Christ is eternal and the same yesterday, today, and forever. But the world we live in today is very different than the world that existed 4,000 years ago. It's different than the world that existed 500 years ago. It's different that the world that existed 12 years ago.
The philosophies of man have no foundation absent the inspiration of the Spirit. Living revelation through prophets, scriptures, prayer, and meditation have kept me spiritually safe during my 34 years on this earth and have provided guidance and direction in a world that argues there is no evil and there is no God.
Confusion, inequality, and judgment abounds in the world we live in today. The glory of God is intelligence, or, in other words, light and truth. Light and truth forsake that evil one. (Doctrine & Covenants 93:36-37)
Those who seek truth will find God. Those who find God will be filled with love. For God is love. (1 John 4:8) And all of the serious issues of our day could be handled better...
Friday, August 3, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
I talked to Jesús
I recently had a conversation with Jesús. And he's from Guatemala.
Several weeks ago, I was sitting in a room at work preparing for a meeting when I unconsciously twisted my wedding ring around my finger with my other hand...only to feel no wedding ring. I gasped and a couple of my co-workers immediately dropped to the floor searching for my ring. It was no where to be found. I retraced my day in my mind and felt certain that I had lost my ring in a particular bathroom after washing my hands.
Although I've plateaued for some time now, I lost 45 pounds over the past year. (I have 20 more to go and am having trouble losing it...so I'm open to any suggestions.) With that weight loss also came a shrinking of my fingers. And recently, I had noticed while drying my hands with a paper towel, I would pull the ring right off. Once I had caught it after I had thrown it into the trash. It seems that this time, I had not even noticed.
So I rushed down to the bathroom and began searching through the trash. I know...gross. But this was my wedding ring. While rummaging through the trash, someone mentioned to me that the janitor crew had emptied the trash several hours ago. So I called our administrative services to confirm when trash is emptied. I had been in the bathroom around 12:30. The trash was removed at 1PM.
I was given Andy's information as a contact for the trash collection. I called him and he laughed when I told him what I thought had happened. Andy said there's no way I'd find it. I told him I had to at least try and he met me 5 minutes later. Below the complex where I work, I jumped on his cart and we drove through some tunnels to find the group of janitors so he could specifically identify where the trash from that bathroom might be. There were nine buildings and who really tracks if trash from building x goes to trash room y?!? Fortunately, the janitor who emptied that particular bathroom knew where he put it.
The trash room of building J.
So Andy drove me over to that area, opened the trash room door, explained what kind of bags I could eliminate and which ones I should focus on. He handed me some rubber gloves and said good luck.
Good luck. This was a trash room that collected all the garbage from 3 buildings, each 4 stories high with a basement. There were a lot of trash bags. But I was determined to search each one. After all, this was my wedding ring.
The smells were extremely unpleasant. Liquids seeped out of many of the bags. And I was overwhelmed. Then a young man walked through the door. He had been asked to help me until he left for the day.
I said a prayer that we would find the ring. Did I mention this was my wedding ring? Of all the prayers Heavenly Father would answer concerning a lost item, surely a wedding ring was at the top of the list. I knew Heavenly Father knew where my ring was. And I knew He could help me find it among the many trash bags piled to the ceiling.
I prayed several times. I mentioned to Heavenly Father how diligent I was searching...how I was willing to go through all the smelly, disgusting trash in order to prove my dedication. Prayers are answered through action...and I was acting. I was willing to put forth an honest effort. And there was a young man here helping me. Surely he deserved the satisfaction of finding my wedding ring? Faith would be strengthened. A miracle would be witnessed and shared with the entire janitor crew.
But no ring. We searched every single bag. Took out every item from each bag and put it back into the bag. It was never found.
But I got to talk to Jesús. He was the young man who came to help. He wasn't paid anything extra to go through this trash with me. But he helped me with a smile on his face. And we had a good chat. Since then, I see Jesús more often in the hallways. I hadn't noticed him before. But now that we've met, we see each other often. We talk about his family in Guatemala. We talk about my family here and my experiences in Venezuela. It's interesting how, now that we've been connected, we run into each other...supposedly having passed each other unaware countless times previously.
It's interesting how prayers are answered. The ring is lost...but I found Jesús (or perhaps it is better stated that Jesús found me). And I'm grateful for the experience and lesson learned.
Several weeks ago, I was sitting in a room at work preparing for a meeting when I unconsciously twisted my wedding ring around my finger with my other hand...only to feel no wedding ring. I gasped and a couple of my co-workers immediately dropped to the floor searching for my ring. It was no where to be found. I retraced my day in my mind and felt certain that I had lost my ring in a particular bathroom after washing my hands.
Although I've plateaued for some time now, I lost 45 pounds over the past year. (I have 20 more to go and am having trouble losing it...so I'm open to any suggestions.) With that weight loss also came a shrinking of my fingers. And recently, I had noticed while drying my hands with a paper towel, I would pull the ring right off. Once I had caught it after I had thrown it into the trash. It seems that this time, I had not even noticed.
So I rushed down to the bathroom and began searching through the trash. I know...gross. But this was my wedding ring. While rummaging through the trash, someone mentioned to me that the janitor crew had emptied the trash several hours ago. So I called our administrative services to confirm when trash is emptied. I had been in the bathroom around 12:30. The trash was removed at 1PM.
I was given Andy's information as a contact for the trash collection. I called him and he laughed when I told him what I thought had happened. Andy said there's no way I'd find it. I told him I had to at least try and he met me 5 minutes later. Below the complex where I work, I jumped on his cart and we drove through some tunnels to find the group of janitors so he could specifically identify where the trash from that bathroom might be. There were nine buildings and who really tracks if trash from building x goes to trash room y?!? Fortunately, the janitor who emptied that particular bathroom knew where he put it.
The trash room of building J.
So Andy drove me over to that area, opened the trash room door, explained what kind of bags I could eliminate and which ones I should focus on. He handed me some rubber gloves and said good luck.
Good luck. This was a trash room that collected all the garbage from 3 buildings, each 4 stories high with a basement. There were a lot of trash bags. But I was determined to search each one. After all, this was my wedding ring.
The smells were extremely unpleasant. Liquids seeped out of many of the bags. And I was overwhelmed. Then a young man walked through the door. He had been asked to help me until he left for the day.
I said a prayer that we would find the ring. Did I mention this was my wedding ring? Of all the prayers Heavenly Father would answer concerning a lost item, surely a wedding ring was at the top of the list. I knew Heavenly Father knew where my ring was. And I knew He could help me find it among the many trash bags piled to the ceiling.
I prayed several times. I mentioned to Heavenly Father how diligent I was searching...how I was willing to go through all the smelly, disgusting trash in order to prove my dedication. Prayers are answered through action...and I was acting. I was willing to put forth an honest effort. And there was a young man here helping me. Surely he deserved the satisfaction of finding my wedding ring? Faith would be strengthened. A miracle would be witnessed and shared with the entire janitor crew.
But no ring. We searched every single bag. Took out every item from each bag and put it back into the bag. It was never found.
But I got to talk to Jesús. He was the young man who came to help. He wasn't paid anything extra to go through this trash with me. But he helped me with a smile on his face. And we had a good chat. Since then, I see Jesús more often in the hallways. I hadn't noticed him before. But now that we've met, we see each other often. We talk about his family in Guatemala. We talk about my family here and my experiences in Venezuela. It's interesting how, now that we've been connected, we run into each other...supposedly having passed each other unaware countless times previously.
It's interesting how prayers are answered. The ring is lost...but I found Jesús (or perhaps it is better stated that Jesús found me). And I'm grateful for the experience and lesson learned.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The Book of Mormon
No catchy title. It speaks for itself.
This book is powerful in so many ways. Not only is it a powerful witness of Christ, it was written specifically for our day. Christianity would not be what it is today without the Bible, and I love that book dearly. It has played a critical role for centuries and continues to be a special witness of Christ.
But the Book of Mormon...
Someone in Sunday School really put the lesson and our study of the Book of Mormon this year into perspective for me. She commented that the Book of Mormon is evidence that Heavenly Father knows us, loves us and speaks to us individually...in a way that nothing else does.
The teacher shared her personal testimony of how she came to know that the book is true. Until that point, it was a rather dull lesson. She cautioned at the very beginning not to be complacent with this year's topic simply because we are all so familiar with the book. And, while I agreed, I was concerned that our discussion was the "same old" discussion every introductory class has about the Book of Mormon.
But then...
She shared her personal testimony of her witness. And the class participation could not have been stronger. One by one, several members of the class shared their witness...their personal story of how they came to know the book to be true. And the Spirit began instructing all of us.
And that's the miracle of the book. There is a promise given that if we read it and pray to know of its divinity, the Holy Spirit will testify to us. Heavenly Father knows us better than any mortal on earth. And He knows how to speak to us. He answers our prayers through other holy writ, or through a friend, or through a close family member, or through an experience, or through a thought, or through a combination of any of the above. The point being that He knows how to speak to us in a way that we can clearly and unmistakably recognize. When those experiences happen...wow! And the Book of Mormon is one way...sometimes the first way...that we open ourselves up to have a very personal experience with our Father.
The Book of Mormon was written for our day. It is a powerful witness of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It emphasizes the importance of family and personal revelation. And we will grow closer to our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, as we prayerfully read and ponder its teachings.
I love this book. I know it is true. And I invite you to read it for the first time, dust it off from the shelf and read it again, or renew your dedication to read it daily. It will change your life for the better.
This book is powerful in so many ways. Not only is it a powerful witness of Christ, it was written specifically for our day. Christianity would not be what it is today without the Bible, and I love that book dearly. It has played a critical role for centuries and continues to be a special witness of Christ.
But the Book of Mormon...
Someone in Sunday School really put the lesson and our study of the Book of Mormon this year into perspective for me. She commented that the Book of Mormon is evidence that Heavenly Father knows us, loves us and speaks to us individually...in a way that nothing else does.
The teacher shared her personal testimony of how she came to know that the book is true. Until that point, it was a rather dull lesson. She cautioned at the very beginning not to be complacent with this year's topic simply because we are all so familiar with the book. And, while I agreed, I was concerned that our discussion was the "same old" discussion every introductory class has about the Book of Mormon.
But then...
She shared her personal testimony of her witness. And the class participation could not have been stronger. One by one, several members of the class shared their witness...their personal story of how they came to know the book to be true. And the Spirit began instructing all of us.
And that's the miracle of the book. There is a promise given that if we read it and pray to know of its divinity, the Holy Spirit will testify to us. Heavenly Father knows us better than any mortal on earth. And He knows how to speak to us. He answers our prayers through other holy writ, or through a friend, or through a close family member, or through an experience, or through a thought, or through a combination of any of the above. The point being that He knows how to speak to us in a way that we can clearly and unmistakably recognize. When those experiences happen...wow! And the Book of Mormon is one way...sometimes the first way...that we open ourselves up to have a very personal experience with our Father.
The Book of Mormon was written for our day. It is a powerful witness of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It emphasizes the importance of family and personal revelation. And we will grow closer to our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, as we prayerfully read and ponder its teachings.
I love this book. I know it is true. And I invite you to read it for the first time, dust it off from the shelf and read it again, or renew your dedication to read it daily. It will change your life for the better.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Crossroad
What a month! I interviewed October 3...was offered a position on October 14...traveled to Las Vegas late October with my wife for the CPCU conferment...and went house-hunting in Illinois with my wife this past week. Our closing is set. Our home is being shown tomorrow and we're praying for the best.
Just over a month ago, life was normal. Everyone was in a set routine. Now, it's everything but normal. There has not been a routine in weeks.
And we couldn't be more happy.
My wife and I are quite the house-hunting team. We began by randomly looking online separately. Then we talked about it to narrow our focus. We determined a price range. We determined needs vs. wants. And then we identified about a dozen homes and sent them to our realtor to prepare for the trip.
We each had our #1 home picked out. Karen's (sad to say) was a complete flop as soon as we drove up the driveway. My #1 lasted 36 hours longer...but was off our list by the end of day 2.
The home we chose was one that we walked through the first day. But we didn't know it would be "the one."
We walked through over 30 homes in two days. They blurred together. We narrowed them down to 4 by Saturday night...and down to 2 by the time we went to bed. And then we took a break on Sunday.
Before the trip, I was feeling anxious. And it was more than the typical anxiety one might feel prior to a house-hunting trip. It seemed to me that this would be a big deal. Not sure why...still don't know why. But choosing this particular home was going to be important.
My wife and I had settled on two homes by the time we went to bed Saturday night. They were both "perfect" and we had no idea how we would settle the task before us. It was Fast Sunday (and I was so glad it was). An obvious part of our fast was to pray over the choice of homes.
Sunday morning, we attended the Normal Ward at 9AM (it's the only normal ward in the church). After Sacrament meeting, we decided to drive past the two homes. After we had driven past both, my mom called and told me she and my dad were on their way up for a surprise visit. And it was such a welcomed visit!
We attended the Bloomington Ward at 1PM. The spirit was incredibly strong during the testimonies. One woman in particular...a convert of barely a year and just sealed in the temple to a good friend of mine was prompted to stand up after a moving testimony by another brother. The topic of families and the sealing power of the priesthood was shared. It was moving. And then my friend's daughter bore her sweet and sincere testimony. It was powerful. Everyone was edified and lifted and taught by the Spirit.
This was the ward I wanted to be in. But we weren't going to let the ward boundaries determine the house we chose. Boundaries change. Families move in and out. And that was that.
My wife and I talked about all the pros and cons...to my parents...to her parents...to anyone who would listen. The con of one was the pro of the other and vice versa.
Oh, and the result of our fast - both choices were good. We would be happy in either one. The Lord wasn't going to tell us which one...He wanted us to choose. That was the answer both my wife and I received. Separately and independently. But we both received the same answer.
We drove past both homes again. And that night we were no closer to a decision than we were the day before.
So as we woke up Monday morning, a decision was made and we agreed that we would make an offer on Garlington (that's the name of the street one of the homes was on). It had a "wow" factor and met all of our "needs" category minus a couple of "wants." We would walk through both one more time...but afterwards we would make an offer on Garlington.
After walking through both (and enjoying homemade blueberry muffins at Garlington), we were no closer to a decision than we were when we arrived four days previously. We asked our agent if she would mind if we took a break for lunch so we could discuss our options yet again and then come back to her that afternoon to work up an offer.
Again, the answer both my wife and I received was that either home was good. And that we would have to make the decision.
We went to a local pizza parlor and enjoyed some lunch. We talked. We kept an open mind. And during our conversation it became more and more clear that we should make an offer on the other home...for sound reasons even though our hearts were wanting the other home. And like a flood of knowledge pouring over me, I wanted to cry for joy. It was the right decision. And there was no doubt. It wasn't an easy decision. We worked extremely hard for the solution. But in the end, it was clear that we had just made the right decision. It was as if light had illuminated all the reasons we should choose this house. And all of the things our hearts wanted in the Garlington house began to melt away and became less and less significant.
Doctrine and Covenants 9:7-9 reads:
Behold, you have not understood; you have supposed that I would give it unto you, when you took no thought save it was to ask me.
But, behold, I say unto you, that you must study it out in your mind; then you must ask me if it be right, and if it is right I will cause that your bosom shall burn within you; therefore, you shall feel that it is right.
But if it be not right you shall have no such feelings, but you shall have a stupor of thought...
It was an amazing experience for both of us. There may be no significant reason we chose the house we did other than to have the experience we had in going through the process. But it will stay with me for a long time (and even longer now that I have recorded the experience).
My wife mentioned that this may have been a crossroad for us. And I believe she's right. We could have chosen the other home...and our life may have taken a completely different path. But we chose this home. And the Spirit has confirmed this decision.
The Lord is mindful of us. And I am truly grateful for all that a loving Heavenly Father does for each of his children.
Just over a month ago, life was normal. Everyone was in a set routine. Now, it's everything but normal. There has not been a routine in weeks.
And we couldn't be more happy.
My wife and I are quite the house-hunting team. We began by randomly looking online separately. Then we talked about it to narrow our focus. We determined a price range. We determined needs vs. wants. And then we identified about a dozen homes and sent them to our realtor to prepare for the trip.
We each had our #1 home picked out. Karen's (sad to say) was a complete flop as soon as we drove up the driveway. My #1 lasted 36 hours longer...but was off our list by the end of day 2.
The home we chose was one that we walked through the first day. But we didn't know it would be "the one."
We walked through over 30 homes in two days. They blurred together. We narrowed them down to 4 by Saturday night...and down to 2 by the time we went to bed. And then we took a break on Sunday.
Before the trip, I was feeling anxious. And it was more than the typical anxiety one might feel prior to a house-hunting trip. It seemed to me that this would be a big deal. Not sure why...still don't know why. But choosing this particular home was going to be important.
My wife and I had settled on two homes by the time we went to bed Saturday night. They were both "perfect" and we had no idea how we would settle the task before us. It was Fast Sunday (and I was so glad it was). An obvious part of our fast was to pray over the choice of homes.
Sunday morning, we attended the Normal Ward at 9AM (it's the only normal ward in the church). After Sacrament meeting, we decided to drive past the two homes. After we had driven past both, my mom called and told me she and my dad were on their way up for a surprise visit. And it was such a welcomed visit!
We attended the Bloomington Ward at 1PM. The spirit was incredibly strong during the testimonies. One woman in particular...a convert of barely a year and just sealed in the temple to a good friend of mine was prompted to stand up after a moving testimony by another brother. The topic of families and the sealing power of the priesthood was shared. It was moving. And then my friend's daughter bore her sweet and sincere testimony. It was powerful. Everyone was edified and lifted and taught by the Spirit.
This was the ward I wanted to be in. But we weren't going to let the ward boundaries determine the house we chose. Boundaries change. Families move in and out. And that was that.
My wife and I talked about all the pros and cons...to my parents...to her parents...to anyone who would listen. The con of one was the pro of the other and vice versa.
Oh, and the result of our fast - both choices were good. We would be happy in either one. The Lord wasn't going to tell us which one...He wanted us to choose. That was the answer both my wife and I received. Separately and independently. But we both received the same answer.
We drove past both homes again. And that night we were no closer to a decision than we were the day before.
So as we woke up Monday morning, a decision was made and we agreed that we would make an offer on Garlington (that's the name of the street one of the homes was on). It had a "wow" factor and met all of our "needs" category minus a couple of "wants." We would walk through both one more time...but afterwards we would make an offer on Garlington.
After walking through both (and enjoying homemade blueberry muffins at Garlington), we were no closer to a decision than we were when we arrived four days previously. We asked our agent if she would mind if we took a break for lunch so we could discuss our options yet again and then come back to her that afternoon to work up an offer.
Again, the answer both my wife and I received was that either home was good. And that we would have to make the decision.
We went to a local pizza parlor and enjoyed some lunch. We talked. We kept an open mind. And during our conversation it became more and more clear that we should make an offer on the other home...for sound reasons even though our hearts were wanting the other home. And like a flood of knowledge pouring over me, I wanted to cry for joy. It was the right decision. And there was no doubt. It wasn't an easy decision. We worked extremely hard for the solution. But in the end, it was clear that we had just made the right decision. It was as if light had illuminated all the reasons we should choose this house. And all of the things our hearts wanted in the Garlington house began to melt away and became less and less significant.
Doctrine and Covenants 9:7-9 reads:
Behold, you have not understood; you have supposed that I would give it unto you, when you took no thought save it was to ask me.
But, behold, I say unto you, that you must study it out in your mind; then you must ask me if it be right, and if it is right I will cause that your bosom shall burn within you; therefore, you shall feel that it is right.
But if it be not right you shall have no such feelings, but you shall have a stupor of thought...
It was an amazing experience for both of us. There may be no significant reason we chose the house we did other than to have the experience we had in going through the process. But it will stay with me for a long time (and even longer now that I have recorded the experience).
My wife mentioned that this may have been a crossroad for us. And I believe she's right. We could have chosen the other home...and our life may have taken a completely different path. But we chose this home. And the Spirit has confirmed this decision.
The Lord is mindful of us. And I am truly grateful for all that a loving Heavenly Father does for each of his children.
Monday, August 15, 2011
We All Yearn For More
I believe there is a drive in all of us that yearns for more - we want to do more, see more, feel more, etc. For me, that is yet another evidence of our eternal nature. Our intelligence has always been...and it will always be. What's even better, is that it's not only our intelligence now, but our spiritual and physical bodies that we get to keep for all eternity. What an incredible gift!
During our Gospel Doctrine discussion yesterday, "the next greatest thing" was brought up. You know, the next greatest smart phone or movie or car or invention or innovative idea in the workplace - "the next greatest thing." We're all curious about it. When you break it down, that's what consumes a lot of our conversations. On Mars' Hill we read, "For all the Athenians and strangers which were there spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell, or to hear some new thing." Acts 17:21
It's an insatiable hunger for humans of all ages to know more than we currently do. And when our energy pushes or pulls us in the wrong direction, we humans fill in the blanks erroneously, as they did on Mars' Hill. For example, if we want to feel more, we may become dramatically emotional (i.e.: watch any reality TV show episode) or we may become subject to physical or emotional addictions. On the other hand, we could learn to feel more by growing closer to the Spirit.
This yearning for more can lead us one direction or another. And there's not always a clear demarcation between the "healthy" more and "self-destructive" more.
I recently changed my habits to be more physically and spiritually fit. And I'm happy that I made those changes. I'm reading the scriptures daily and praying often. I more appropriately view food as fuel for my body and exercise regularly. Spiritually, I feel more confident. Physically, I've lost over 30 pounds. But I still yearn for more. There's something missing and I can't put my finger on it.
I've resigned to the fact that my choice of employment will never really satisfy the hunger that is within. In the eternities, what I do to bring home a paycheck and support my family will be inconsequential. The fact that I am supporting my family, however, will be anything but inconsequential. I'm surprised at how often I find myself thinking how insignificant and meaningless these business conversations are when one considers the eternal nature of our existence. It almost makes me ashamed for not being engaged in more "worthy" conversations.
So how do I scratch this current itch? Do I read more (I read nothing but the scriptures currently)? Do I find a more meaningful job? Do I serve more? Do I learn how to meditate more effectively? I want to do more. But what does that "more" look like? Is it just more of the good things I'm doing and less of the bad? Maybe the "more" I'm looking for is a refining process... (This is me thinking out loud, so I'll excuse myself now.) < grin >
During our Gospel Doctrine discussion yesterday, "the next greatest thing" was brought up. You know, the next greatest smart phone or movie or car or invention or innovative idea in the workplace - "the next greatest thing." We're all curious about it. When you break it down, that's what consumes a lot of our conversations. On Mars' Hill we read, "For all the Athenians and strangers which were there spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell, or to hear some new thing." Acts 17:21
It's an insatiable hunger for humans of all ages to know more than we currently do. And when our energy pushes or pulls us in the wrong direction, we humans fill in the blanks erroneously, as they did on Mars' Hill. For example, if we want to feel more, we may become dramatically emotional (i.e.: watch any reality TV show episode) or we may become subject to physical or emotional addictions. On the other hand, we could learn to feel more by growing closer to the Spirit.
This yearning for more can lead us one direction or another. And there's not always a clear demarcation between the "healthy" more and "self-destructive" more.
I recently changed my habits to be more physically and spiritually fit. And I'm happy that I made those changes. I'm reading the scriptures daily and praying often. I more appropriately view food as fuel for my body and exercise regularly. Spiritually, I feel more confident. Physically, I've lost over 30 pounds. But I still yearn for more. There's something missing and I can't put my finger on it.
I've resigned to the fact that my choice of employment will never really satisfy the hunger that is within. In the eternities, what I do to bring home a paycheck and support my family will be inconsequential. The fact that I am supporting my family, however, will be anything but inconsequential. I'm surprised at how often I find myself thinking how insignificant and meaningless these business conversations are when one considers the eternal nature of our existence. It almost makes me ashamed for not being engaged in more "worthy" conversations.
So how do I scratch this current itch? Do I read more (I read nothing but the scriptures currently)? Do I find a more meaningful job? Do I serve more? Do I learn how to meditate more effectively? I want to do more. But what does that "more" look like? Is it just more of the good things I'm doing and less of the bad? Maybe the "more" I'm looking for is a refining process... (This is me thinking out loud, so I'll excuse myself now.) < grin >
Saturday, June 18, 2011
10 Miles Around the Lake
We live in a community with a 350-acre lake. And we live on the main road that circles around the lake. If you pull out of our driveway and remain on the same road, you will eventually circle back to our home - 10 miles later (follow the blue line).
I felt light-headed, knew I would faint at any moment, and was queasy. I circled around the interior of our home several times, ate an apple and a cheese stick, and drank some Gatorade and lots of water. I stretched and did some jumping jacks and felt really good within 30 minutes. But why people do this for "fun" I'll never know. I had a goal...reached the goal...and will move on.
4-6 miles a day is perfect for me. It's an ideal workout for me and I enjoy that distance.
But, I did learn something doing the 10 miles this morning. What happened to me afterwards caused me to reflect on my spiritual health the past few years.
For years, I have served and given without replenishing my own oil. That was especially evident while I was serving in the bishopric. I read the scriptures because I was preparing a talk, or a lesson, or a spiritual thought. But I didn't study them for myself. I prayed all the time (quite literally)...but it wasn't until recently that I began having regular personal prayers again. It was as if I was using all of my reserves...draining my spiritual strength and never restoring what I was happy to provide for others.
When I got back from the 10-mile expedition, I did more stretching than I had done before I left. I consumed a ton of carbs and a little protein because I knew my body needed that to restore its strength.
My spiritual life over the past several years could be compared to me jogging 10 miles without doing the stretching afterwards and not eating what my physical body so desperately needed when I returned. The Gatorade I drank during my jog could be compared to the blessings received when providing service to others. Those blessings sustained me and kept me going to finish the assignment. But those blessings don't replenish the "nutrients" expended over time.
Daily personal scripture study, multiple personal daily prayers, and renewing our covenants at church and at the temple are the "nutrients" and "stretching" our spirits need on a regular basis. But it's so easy to neglect the scriptures and prayer...for me, at least.
Before serving in any capacity, we certainly need to "stretch" adequately to perform the task. That stretching may be physical preparation, prayerful preparation, studying multiple scripture references and various manuals, etc. But I believe the "stretching" we do afterward is more important. We cannot continuously and effectively serve others without nourishing our own spirits. We may for a season. But it's not possible long-term.
The continuous "stretching" afterwards replenishes our spirits and conditions us to do even more for the Lord in the future. Part of my resolution to a more healthy lifestyle is to ensure that the oil in my lamp is always full.
After completing a huge milestone in my professional career 6 weeks ago, I made the resolution to create a more healthy lifestyle for me. That meant altering my diet (which I have actually thoroughly enjoyed) and being more active. One of my goals was to walk/jog the 10 miles around the lake on July 4. I've been doing 4-6 miles the past few weeks. The beauty of going 3 miles one way is that you have to go another 3 miles to get back home. It would be too easy for me to quit if I were on a treadmill.
This Saturday I was going to do increase my distance to 8 miles. But in my mind, if I'm already going 4 miles one way...and the half-way point is 5 miles...why not just keep going straight rather than turn around? (Plus, the hills during the first 2 miles are KILLER and I really didn't want to do them again.)
So I put this on (which was absolutely perfect, by the way):
And I placed my MP3 player in the pocket as well as my cell phone (to track my time...and also call Karen if I couldn't pull it off) and set off at 7AM this morning.
Two hours and 13 minutes later I staggered up the driveway. It was crazy...SO not fun...and I don't think I'll ever do it again! Now, I did enjoy the scenery. I did enjoy the feeling of accomplishing a difficult task. But long distance is just not for me.
Two hours and 13 minutes later I staggered up the driveway. It was crazy...SO not fun...and I don't think I'll ever do it again! Now, I did enjoy the scenery. I did enjoy the feeling of accomplishing a difficult task. But long distance is just not for me.
4-6 miles a day is perfect for me. It's an ideal workout for me and I enjoy that distance.
But, I did learn something doing the 10 miles this morning. What happened to me afterwards caused me to reflect on my spiritual health the past few years.
For years, I have served and given without replenishing my own oil. That was especially evident while I was serving in the bishopric. I read the scriptures because I was preparing a talk, or a lesson, or a spiritual thought. But I didn't study them for myself. I prayed all the time (quite literally)...but it wasn't until recently that I began having regular personal prayers again. It was as if I was using all of my reserves...draining my spiritual strength and never restoring what I was happy to provide for others.
When I got back from the 10-mile expedition, I did more stretching than I had done before I left. I consumed a ton of carbs and a little protein because I knew my body needed that to restore its strength.
My spiritual life over the past several years could be compared to me jogging 10 miles without doing the stretching afterwards and not eating what my physical body so desperately needed when I returned. The Gatorade I drank during my jog could be compared to the blessings received when providing service to others. Those blessings sustained me and kept me going to finish the assignment. But those blessings don't replenish the "nutrients" expended over time.
Daily personal scripture study, multiple personal daily prayers, and renewing our covenants at church and at the temple are the "nutrients" and "stretching" our spirits need on a regular basis. But it's so easy to neglect the scriptures and prayer...for me, at least.
Before serving in any capacity, we certainly need to "stretch" adequately to perform the task. That stretching may be physical preparation, prayerful preparation, studying multiple scripture references and various manuals, etc. But I believe the "stretching" we do afterward is more important. We cannot continuously and effectively serve others without nourishing our own spirits. We may for a season. But it's not possible long-term.
The continuous "stretching" afterwards replenishes our spirits and conditions us to do even more for the Lord in the future. Part of my resolution to a more healthy lifestyle is to ensure that the oil in my lamp is always full.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Is It Greater to Give or Receive?
Those who know me well know how prideful I can be. And if you think it's bad, you have no idea how bad it gets in my head. :) At least I have the self-awareness to admit it. And I know it's something I need to continually work on.
I'm a perfectionist, too. And that can get in the way of being led by the Spirit. It can get in the way of repenting. It can get in the way of understanding a lot about the Gospel. But the perfectionist in me also deep-dives into an idea and concept until I more fully understand it. That's what prompted this posting.
Following the Last Supper of the Savior with the Twelve, we read in John 13 that Jesus "riseth from supper, and laid aside his garments; and took a towel, and girded himself. After that he poureth water into a bason, and began to wash the disciples' feet, and to wipe them with the towel wherewith he was girded."
"Then cometh he to Simon Peter: and Peter saith unto him, Lord, dost thou wash my feet? Jesus answered and said unto him, What I do thou knowest not now, but thou shalt know hereafter. Peter saith unto him, Thou shalt never wash my feet. Jesus answered him, If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me. Simon Peter saith unto him, Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head. Jesus saith unto him, He that is washed needeth not save to wash his feet, but is clean every whit: and ye are clean..."
The Savior goes on to teach the importance of service. And during our Sunday school lesson today, the teacher asked me to comment on a section of scriptures we had read. The perfectionist in me did not like my poorly constructed response. That's one reason I'm grateful for blogs. I rarely think quickly on my feet. So this is what I wanted to say:
Serving others is a commandment. Serve as we have seen Christ serve. Love as we have seen the Savior love. Take care of the needy. Visit the sick. Pray for those who hate you. The list goes on and on. Serving others requires a certain level of humility. Ironically, the selfish part of me enjoys giving service. It feels good. I hope it washes away a few of my many sins. Regardless of what the desired outcome may be, giving service is a commandment.
Receiving service, although not a commandment, is equally critical for our eternal salvation. It can't be a commandment because that would deny our agency. God can't say, "Accept me as your God." He can't say, "Be grateful for everything I have done for you." He can't say, "You must let me do this for you." Receiving service may require even more humility than giving service. Because it's something for which we cannot do for ourselves. And we have to accept that. And not let our pride get in the way.
The King of Kings washed the feet of the Twelve - those who were closest to him in this mortal life...even though he knew one of them would soon betray him. It was an act of deepest humility. And it represented the Atonement which He would soon complete.
The Atonement is an act for which we cannot do ourselves. And it is complete and sufficient. Our greatest challenge is to accept that Atonement...to receive it. We cannot set the conditions; we cannot alter the gift. And in order to do that, we must humble ourselves. With more humility than I have ever imagined. And a level of humility I have yet to achieve.
Perhaps that is why giving service is so important...it's a stepping stone to receiving service.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Hurricane Season Likened Unto the Second Coming
It really is true: All things testify of Christ...even insurance.
The concept of property insurance has been around for thousands of years dating back to the Babylonians and Chinese. Health and life insurance concepts began with the Greeks and Romans. I work for a Fortune 500 insurance company (#34...but who's counting). I recently completed my professional underwriting designation. I eat, breath, and bleed insurance for a good portion of my life each day. And yet, sometimes, I question the need/value of insurance. I fully understand the economic and social values of insurance. I understand its history and purpose. But life insurance for a child? Or laws mandating the purchase of insurance (not just the new health care reform...but auto as well)? Sometimes I question the moral aspects of insurance. (But I'm getting off topic.)
Underwriting departments do their best to avoid adverse selection. The premise is that those who need insurance most are the ones with the greatest demand. Because of this, insurers do their best to provide the lowest risk customers with the best premium and the highest risk customers with a higher premium. If your book deteriorates and you begin charging clean drivers, for example, with higher premiums, they'll leave. To remain solvent in that scenario, actuaries may increase premiums...causing the remaining best customers to leave. It can easily become a death spiral resulting in the worst case scenario that a company is left with the highest risk customers but is unable to charge a high enough premium for the risk. I'll tie this concept into my analogy in a little bit.
Personal insurance may seem like a burden. You may never need it. Despite the peace of mind insurance provides, it could be perceived as a financial loss if you never experience a significant claim (which most of us don't).
But if you work in a claims department, you clearly see the value of insurance each and every day. You follow through on the promise made when the policy was written. You help people recover and get back on their feet. You indemnify them (return them to the condition they were in prior to the loss).
Hurricane season officially began June 1st. If you live on the coast, home insurance is expensive. So expensive that some people choose not to purchase it (if there is no mortgage on the property). Flood insurance is even more expensive. And few people buy it. Then, when a hurricane hits, the non-insured and under-insured find a "good" lawyer (and premiums go up for everyone...again, getting off topic).
As we do the beginning of every June, our Company sent out a memo to all associates and agents regarding binding authority restrictions during hurricane season. If a tropical storm or hurricane watch or warning is announced, new home insurance cannot be written, deductibles cannot change, coverage cannot be added. Once a watch or warning is issued, insurance can no longer be purchased. The time to prepare is over.
As with most analogies, not all details/comparisons apply. But here are a few for consideration:
1) Like purchasing insurance, preparation for the Second Coming may seem like a burden.
2) Unlike insurance, you WILL eventually need that preparation.
3) In contrast to insurer's goals to avoid adverse selection, the Savior welcomes adverse selection and provides us all an equal "price."
4) There is a 100% chance of a "claim" to be filed.
5) There will never be a "financial loss" for time spent practicing the Gospel and preparing ourselves and our families.
6) The "watch" and "warning" has already been announced, however...
7) Until the Second Coming actually occurs, there is still time to practice and prepare.
8) But there will come a point when our preparatory state is over. And we will account for how we have spent our time and our talents.
9) When that "hurricane" reaches shore, our homes and our lives must be secured and on firm foundation.
10) I'm glad I have Jesus as my "claims adjuster." Because even with the best preparation, my home (aka family) and my life will need more ___ (fill in the blank) than I am able to do on my own. And He will do much more than simply indemnify us.
Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom. And five of them were wise, and five were foolish. They that were foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them: But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps. While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept. And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out. But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves. And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut. (Matthew 25:1-10)
Be prepared this hurricane season.
The concept of property insurance has been around for thousands of years dating back to the Babylonians and Chinese. Health and life insurance concepts began with the Greeks and Romans. I work for a Fortune 500 insurance company (#34...but who's counting). I recently completed my professional underwriting designation. I eat, breath, and bleed insurance for a good portion of my life each day. And yet, sometimes, I question the need/value of insurance. I fully understand the economic and social values of insurance. I understand its history and purpose. But life insurance for a child? Or laws mandating the purchase of insurance (not just the new health care reform...but auto as well)? Sometimes I question the moral aspects of insurance. (But I'm getting off topic.)
Underwriting departments do their best to avoid adverse selection. The premise is that those who need insurance most are the ones with the greatest demand. Because of this, insurers do their best to provide the lowest risk customers with the best premium and the highest risk customers with a higher premium. If your book deteriorates and you begin charging clean drivers, for example, with higher premiums, they'll leave. To remain solvent in that scenario, actuaries may increase premiums...causing the remaining best customers to leave. It can easily become a death spiral resulting in the worst case scenario that a company is left with the highest risk customers but is unable to charge a high enough premium for the risk. I'll tie this concept into my analogy in a little bit.
Personal insurance may seem like a burden. You may never need it. Despite the peace of mind insurance provides, it could be perceived as a financial loss if you never experience a significant claim (which most of us don't).
But if you work in a claims department, you clearly see the value of insurance each and every day. You follow through on the promise made when the policy was written. You help people recover and get back on their feet. You indemnify them (return them to the condition they were in prior to the loss).
Hurricane season officially began June 1st. If you live on the coast, home insurance is expensive. So expensive that some people choose not to purchase it (if there is no mortgage on the property). Flood insurance is even more expensive. And few people buy it. Then, when a hurricane hits, the non-insured and under-insured find a "good" lawyer (and premiums go up for everyone...again, getting off topic).
As we do the beginning of every June, our Company sent out a memo to all associates and agents regarding binding authority restrictions during hurricane season. If a tropical storm or hurricane watch or warning is announced, new home insurance cannot be written, deductibles cannot change, coverage cannot be added. Once a watch or warning is issued, insurance can no longer be purchased. The time to prepare is over.
As with most analogies, not all details/comparisons apply. But here are a few for consideration:
1) Like purchasing insurance, preparation for the Second Coming may seem like a burden.
2) Unlike insurance, you WILL eventually need that preparation.
3) In contrast to insurer's goals to avoid adverse selection, the Savior welcomes adverse selection and provides us all an equal "price."
4) There is a 100% chance of a "claim" to be filed.
5) There will never be a "financial loss" for time spent practicing the Gospel and preparing ourselves and our families.
6) The "watch" and "warning" has already been announced, however...
7) Until the Second Coming actually occurs, there is still time to practice and prepare.
8) But there will come a point when our preparatory state is over. And we will account for how we have spent our time and our talents.
9) When that "hurricane" reaches shore, our homes and our lives must be secured and on firm foundation.
10) I'm glad I have Jesus as my "claims adjuster." Because even with the best preparation, my home (aka family) and my life will need more ___ (fill in the blank) than I am able to do on my own. And He will do much more than simply indemnify us.
Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom. And five of them were wise, and five were foolish. They that were foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them: But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps. While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept. And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out. But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves. And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut. (Matthew 25:1-10)
Be prepared this hurricane season.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Bad Things Happen...
It's an age-old question: Why do bad things happen to good people?
I love how easy that question is to answer when one becomes familiar with The Book of Mormon. That question is answered in so many different ways. And I have felt impressed to emphasize the various reasons to my children as often as the scriptures allow.
Our family is reading in the book of Alma currently. And our 10-year old son made a profound point the other morning. His heart and mind were enlightened as he commented that bad things happen to good people, at times, because God wants more of his children to come back to Him.
It was an inspired observation. Let me provide a little context.
There was a group of people (the Lamanites), deceived and hardened by the wicked traditions of their fathers, that had an unfounded and blinded hatred for another group (the Nephites). Through love and service, a portion of the Lamanites came to the knowledge of God and His plan for His children. They repented of their sins and were converted to the Lord. And the scriptures teach us that "they buried their weapons of war, for peace."
That portion of the Lamanites (which included the king) changed their ways, changed their hearts, and even changed their names. The remaining Lamanites wanted nothing to do with this new life and did not want the king to remain in leadership. So they came out in open rebellion and civil war. And this is what we learn:
Now when the people saw that they were coming against them they went out to meet them, and prostrated themselves before them to the earth, and began to call upon the name of the Lord; and thus they were in this attitude when the Lamanites began to fall upon them, and began to slay them with the sword. And thus without meeting any resistance, they did slay a thousand and five of them; and we know that they are blessed, for they have gone to dwell with their God. Now when the Lamanites saw that their brethren would not flee from the sword, neither would they turn aside to the right or to the left, but that they would lie down and perish, and praised God even in the very act of perishing by the sword -- Now when the Lamanites saw this they did forbear from slaying them; and there were many whose hearts had swollen in them for those of their brethren who had fallen under the sword, for they repented of the things which they had done.
And it came to pass that they threw down their weapons of war, and they would not take them again, for they were stung for the murders which they had committed; and they came down even as their brethren, relying upon the mercies of those whose arms were lifted to slay them. And it came to pass that the people of God were joined that day by more than the number who had been slain; and those who had been slain were righteous people, therefore we have no reason to doubt but what they were saved. And there was not a wicked man slain among them; but there were more than a thousand brought to the knowledge of the truth; thus we see that the Lord worketh in many ways to the salvation of his people. (Alma 24:21-27)
It's true. Sometimes, bad things happen to good people because God loves all his children...and wants as many as possible to come back to Him.
I love how easy that question is to answer when one becomes familiar with The Book of Mormon. That question is answered in so many different ways. And I have felt impressed to emphasize the various reasons to my children as often as the scriptures allow.
Our family is reading in the book of Alma currently. And our 10-year old son made a profound point the other morning. His heart and mind were enlightened as he commented that bad things happen to good people, at times, because God wants more of his children to come back to Him.
It was an inspired observation. Let me provide a little context.
There was a group of people (the Lamanites), deceived and hardened by the wicked traditions of their fathers, that had an unfounded and blinded hatred for another group (the Nephites). Through love and service, a portion of the Lamanites came to the knowledge of God and His plan for His children. They repented of their sins and were converted to the Lord. And the scriptures teach us that "they buried their weapons of war, for peace."
That portion of the Lamanites (which included the king) changed their ways, changed their hearts, and even changed their names. The remaining Lamanites wanted nothing to do with this new life and did not want the king to remain in leadership. So they came out in open rebellion and civil war. And this is what we learn:
Now when the people saw that they were coming against them they went out to meet them, and prostrated themselves before them to the earth, and began to call upon the name of the Lord; and thus they were in this attitude when the Lamanites began to fall upon them, and began to slay them with the sword. And thus without meeting any resistance, they did slay a thousand and five of them; and we know that they are blessed, for they have gone to dwell with their God. Now when the Lamanites saw that their brethren would not flee from the sword, neither would they turn aside to the right or to the left, but that they would lie down and perish, and praised God even in the very act of perishing by the sword -- Now when the Lamanites saw this they did forbear from slaying them; and there were many whose hearts had swollen in them for those of their brethren who had fallen under the sword, for they repented of the things which they had done.
And it came to pass that they threw down their weapons of war, and they would not take them again, for they were stung for the murders which they had committed; and they came down even as their brethren, relying upon the mercies of those whose arms were lifted to slay them. And it came to pass that the people of God were joined that day by more than the number who had been slain; and those who had been slain were righteous people, therefore we have no reason to doubt but what they were saved. And there was not a wicked man slain among them; but there were more than a thousand brought to the knowledge of the truth; thus we see that the Lord worketh in many ways to the salvation of his people. (Alma 24:21-27)
It's true. Sometimes, bad things happen to good people because God loves all his children...and wants as many as possible to come back to Him.
Monday, May 9, 2011
My Top 10 List
A brief interruption to the political, philosophical, and religious commentary that usually makes its way to this blog.
I completed my Chartered Property and Casualty Underwriter (CPCU) designation last week. It was about 3 years in the making. Every ounce of free time that I've had over the past 3 years has been devoted to studying and stressing over the next exam. But it's done and I have earned back a significant amount of time.
With this new-found freedom, I have recommitted to personal growth and health. And I created a "Top 10 List" of sorts regarding my renewed healthy lifestyle. Here it is (in order):
1) Pray regularly and read scriptures (meditate/reduce stress).
2) Walk/jog 6 days a week for 30-60 minutes (no formal exercise on Sunday).
3) Smile - be happy!
4) Drink lots of water.
5) Eat less but eat 5 times a day - always a protein and a carb.
6) Minimal sugar and no greasy foods for 6 days each week (generally, Saturday will be my "day off").
7) Try yoga?!?
8) Two walks around the office and park as far away as possible.
9) When in doubt, eat salmon and salad!
10) Fiber, sunlight, and vitamin C.
There you have it. This list is not quite as thought-provoking as Benjamin Franklin's 13 virtues...but it will help me focus on a more healthy lifestyle. Consider it yet, another perspective.
I completed my Chartered Property and Casualty Underwriter (CPCU) designation last week. It was about 3 years in the making. Every ounce of free time that I've had over the past 3 years has been devoted to studying and stressing over the next exam. But it's done and I have earned back a significant amount of time.
With this new-found freedom, I have recommitted to personal growth and health. And I created a "Top 10 List" of sorts regarding my renewed healthy lifestyle. Here it is (in order):
1) Pray regularly and read scriptures (meditate/reduce stress).
2) Walk/jog 6 days a week for 30-60 minutes (no formal exercise on Sunday).
3) Smile - be happy!
4) Drink lots of water.
5) Eat less but eat 5 times a day - always a protein and a carb.
6) Minimal sugar and no greasy foods for 6 days each week (generally, Saturday will be my "day off").
7) Try yoga?!?
8) Two walks around the office and park as far away as possible.
9) When in doubt, eat salmon and salad!
10) Fiber, sunlight, and vitamin C.
There you have it. This list is not quite as thought-provoking as Benjamin Franklin's 13 virtues...but it will help me focus on a more healthy lifestyle. Consider it yet, another perspective.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Vulnerability of Youth
I've been meaning to blog...really I have. Since Christmas, all of my free time has been spent studying for various professional exams. I have one left out of the eight required to earn my Chartered Property and Casualty Underwriter (CPCU) designation. The exam is scheduled for May 5...but I decided to take a few minutes to blog.
Since Christmas, all of the topics I've wanted to blog about have been centered around political events. I wanted to publicly promote my support for Governor Scott Walker. I wanted to share some insight regarding refinancing our mortgage (from our conversation with the lender, it was clear that Obama promotes death, disability, and divorce). We give too much charitable contributions to refinance under his plan without experiencing one of those 3 "D" words.
There have been so many other topics as well. Our involvement with Libya and the budget debate...yep, I wanted to talk about those, too. But I'm finally taking time to share my thoughts on another political topic. I want to briefly discuss President Obama's recent 2012 campaign speech via facebook. I want to start by sharing a few scriptures that came to mind:
O that cunning plan of the evil one! O the vainness, and the frailties, and the foolishness of men! When they are learned they think they are wise... (2 Nephi 9:28) I'm not saying Obama is the devil. But I am saying Obama is employing those same tactics that Satan uses. I have an example to illustrate:
I was recently reading in the Book of Mormon when Alma and Amulek were preaching to the people of Ammonihah. There was a lawyer who came forward and questioned Amulek's testimony. "Now Zeezrom was a man who was expert in the devices of the devil, that he might destroy that which was good." Zeezrom asked several questions of Amulek. In reference to the Son of God, Zeezrom asked, "Shall he save his people in their sins?" Amulek responded no because for the Savior to save us in our sins would deny the truth that no unclean thing can stand in the presence of God. But the Savior will save us from our sins if we choose him over the world and repent.
Then Zeezrom turned to the people and said, "See that ye remember these things; for he said there is but one God; yet he saith that the Son of God shall come, but he shall not save his people - as though he had authority to command God."
Zeezrom was deceitful and ommited a key phrase in his response to the people. Amulek never said that Christ would not save his people...he said Christ would not save his people in their sins.
O that cunning plan of the evil one!
Now read what President Obama said regarding Conservatives:
"Their basic view is that no matter how successful I am, no matter how much I've taken from this country... I wasn't born wealthy. I was raised by a single mom and my grandparents. I went to college on scholarships. There was a time when my mom was trying to get her Ph.D. where, for a short time, she had to take food stamps. My grandparents relied on Medicare and Social Security to supplement their income when they got older. Their notion is: Despite the fact that I've benefited from all these investments, somehow I now have no obligation to people who are less fortunate than me."
His statement is completely illogical and deceitful. It is full of anger and resentment. It begins with an unfounded premise, adds a little truth, and then distorts the truth by adding key words. And finally ends with a lie.
Rather than show appreciation for the blessings he was given to achieve his current status in this mortal life, he's ungrateful and even angry that he wasn't born wealthy. His mom had to take food stamps. He never mentioned that in either of his two autobiographies. And he was attending an expensive prep school at the time his mom would have been on food stamps. His grandparents relied on Medicare and Social Security. Never mind that his grandparents were wealthy beyond their means. His grandmother was a VP of a bank and his dad was an executive of an oil company.
If so many of the rich want to pay more in taxes (according to Obama all we had to do was ask), then why aren't the liberals paying their legal obligations NOW? Like Senator Kerry who legally docked his yacht in a different state to avoid higher property taxes...or the President himself who paid only 27% in taxes as opposed to his legal obligation of 35% because his accountants found loopholes.
At the 16-minute mark of the town hall, he actually said that increasing our tax rates would help reduce government spending. What?
Instead of helping Americans look for a brighter day when they can pull themselves out of unemployment and not rely on the government, the President of the United States is applauding welfare as the path to success. He's destroying the concept of work.
He's demonizing his own citizens. He's taking away private sector jobs (i.e.: allows Brazil to drill in the Gulf but still has a moratorium for his own country) and increasing the public work force...which is essentially buying more votes. He's doing his best to make a case for welfare and dependency - not the freedom, liberty and independence that made this country what it is.
And to whom is President Obama speaking?
The youth - the college aged facebook generation. Those who are still "taking" and don't value the freedoms of being an adult because they haven't experienced it yet. Who else appealed to the youth of their generation? Hitler comes to mind first. And I'm not comparing our President to Hitler. I'm comparing his approach and philosophy to that of Hitler, Chavez, Fidel Castro, Mao, and all communist leaders in modern history.
I've often wondered how Lucifer convinced one third of Heavenly Father's children to rebel and deny themselves eternal blessings? This speech that Obama gave on facebook made me consider something I never had before. I imagine that Lucifer addressed the younger spirits of Heavenly Father - those who lacked experience. As well as those prideful, angry, self-centered spirits who were learned and thought that was synonymous with being wise. Youth have an excuse...adults do not.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
A Carpenter's Apprentice
There's a man in our congregation. One of the most humble men I know. He works tirelessly at two jobs to provide for his family and when he comes home, he serves endlessly. His name is Mark.
Mark is a "jack of all trades." And he's a self-taught expert in all of them. His 72 year old best friend, Johnny, recent fell and broke his femur bone. The injury will confine Johnny to a wheel chair for at least 6 months as he endures physical therapy and allows time for the leg to completely heal. In the mean time, Johnny will need a ramp to his door. And because of the height of his front door, he needs 60 feet of ramp.
Mark has never built a ramp before...but he's built just about everything else. So he took the design provided by medical personnel and improved upon it. Mark is building the "temple" of all ramps. It's U-shaped with four landing platforms and there isn't anything in this natural world that can destroy it. This ramp is solid.
Saturday morning, Mark was given the morning off from work. So I got a phone call and headed over to the house to help with the ramp. Upon arrival, I quickly confessed my inadequacies. But I could follow instructions. Mark had already built the first platform and foundation for the first ramp. He needed the platform secured and the floor boards to be placed and secured on the first ramp. He showed me how to do the first board. Then he handed me the tools and left me to the work.
We talked for a bit while we worked. We took a break and he showed me his workshop that he had built with recycled wood from a 19th century home. I was amazed. And I knew I could learn a lot from Mark. We talked and worked a little more. Then he left for his job where he works at a local prison.
And I was left alone.
At first I felt like the karate kid. :) But, unlike Ralph Macchio, I knew what this service was preparing me for. And I was grateful for the chance. I don't have many opportunities to provide service that really benefits someone else. I can sing...and I can give a good Sunday school lesson...and I can teach someone about basic insurance and risk management...but I'm not a doctor, I'm not a scientist, I'm not an engineer, I'm not a lawyer, I'm not a car mechanic...
But Saturday, I was a carpenter's apprentice. And I thought that was quite fitting for December. I wish I could share the mental picture I took as I paused from putting the next floor board down and looked out across the yard. It was heavily wooded with 3 guinea hens off in the distance, some chickens, a turkey, a few dogs, some rabbits, a landscaped pond with a small cascading waterfall, and a pleasant December temperature with sunny skies. I enjoyed the solitude.
And I thought, "This is what Christmas is about." I don't often have opportunities where I can truly help someone through service...do something that really does make a difference. If this was the only reason we moved to Virginia, I would be satisfied. It has made it all worth it. There is only one true Carpenter. And He is building me into who I need to become. He is providing me with experiences and opportunities that I need. I love being the Carpenter's apprentice. I have so much to learn.
So this December is turning out to be a very special one. For the next 3 weeks, the wood I will be working with will be a constant reminder for me. I hope it makes a lasting impression.
Mark is a "jack of all trades." And he's a self-taught expert in all of them. His 72 year old best friend, Johnny, recent fell and broke his femur bone. The injury will confine Johnny to a wheel chair for at least 6 months as he endures physical therapy and allows time for the leg to completely heal. In the mean time, Johnny will need a ramp to his door. And because of the height of his front door, he needs 60 feet of ramp.
Mark has never built a ramp before...but he's built just about everything else. So he took the design provided by medical personnel and improved upon it. Mark is building the "temple" of all ramps. It's U-shaped with four landing platforms and there isn't anything in this natural world that can destroy it. This ramp is solid.
Saturday morning, Mark was given the morning off from work. So I got a phone call and headed over to the house to help with the ramp. Upon arrival, I quickly confessed my inadequacies. But I could follow instructions. Mark had already built the first platform and foundation for the first ramp. He needed the platform secured and the floor boards to be placed and secured on the first ramp. He showed me how to do the first board. Then he handed me the tools and left me to the work.
We talked for a bit while we worked. We took a break and he showed me his workshop that he had built with recycled wood from a 19th century home. I was amazed. And I knew I could learn a lot from Mark. We talked and worked a little more. Then he left for his job where he works at a local prison.
And I was left alone.
At first I felt like the karate kid. :) But, unlike Ralph Macchio, I knew what this service was preparing me for. And I was grateful for the chance. I don't have many opportunities to provide service that really benefits someone else. I can sing...and I can give a good Sunday school lesson...and I can teach someone about basic insurance and risk management...but I'm not a doctor, I'm not a scientist, I'm not an engineer, I'm not a lawyer, I'm not a car mechanic...
But Saturday, I was a carpenter's apprentice. And I thought that was quite fitting for December. I wish I could share the mental picture I took as I paused from putting the next floor board down and looked out across the yard. It was heavily wooded with 3 guinea hens off in the distance, some chickens, a turkey, a few dogs, some rabbits, a landscaped pond with a small cascading waterfall, and a pleasant December temperature with sunny skies. I enjoyed the solitude.
And I thought, "This is what Christmas is about." I don't often have opportunities where I can truly help someone through service...do something that really does make a difference. If this was the only reason we moved to Virginia, I would be satisfied. It has made it all worth it. There is only one true Carpenter. And He is building me into who I need to become. He is providing me with experiences and opportunities that I need. I love being the Carpenter's apprentice. I have so much to learn.
So this December is turning out to be a very special one. For the next 3 weeks, the wood I will be working with will be a constant reminder for me. I hope it makes a lasting impression.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Walking Straight Can Turn Into a Mystery
I'm a social and fiscal conservative who loves listening to NPR while I drive in to work. Did you hear the segment about humans inability to walk straight this morning? It was fascinating...and the producers probably don't even know why it was so fascinating.
They've done these studies...80 years worth of studies...of placing a blindfold on someone and challenging them to walk straight. The first 20, 30, 40 feet are good. The subject walks relatively straight. But inevitably, the blindfolded individual begins to turn. And then they turn some more and some more and some more. Until, eventually, the subject is walking in circles. In one study, the person actually ended up where they began after making multiple circles.
If you haven't clicked on the link above, go back and do it. The audio version is less than 4 minutes. And the video is about the same length of time. Seriously...go listen and/or watch and then come back...
At one point in the story, the commentator states that there is a "profound inability in humans to go straight unless there's something in the environment you can see and focus on." He later states, "There is something in us that makes us turn."
What a perfect segway to the scriptures. For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever, unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit... Mosiah 3:19 Without a fixed object we can focus on, the natural man can only go in circles. We can never progress without divine strength and assistance...or grace. There is a profound inability in humans to progress if we are "blindfolded." In scripture lingo, that blindfold is the natural man.
Of course, the "something in the environment you can see and focus on" is Jesus Christ. O then, my beloved brethren, come unto the Lord, the Holy One. Remember that his paths are righteous. Behold, the way for man is narrow, but it lieth in a straight course before him...
2 Nephi 9:41
Christ's example showeth unto the children of men the straitness of the path. Follow me, and do the things which ye have seen me do.
And then are ye in this strait and narrow path which leads to eternal life. Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.
2 Nephi 31:9, 12, 18, 20
Fascinating. Now, if only I could stop walking in circles.
They've done these studies...80 years worth of studies...of placing a blindfold on someone and challenging them to walk straight. The first 20, 30, 40 feet are good. The subject walks relatively straight. But inevitably, the blindfolded individual begins to turn. And then they turn some more and some more and some more. Until, eventually, the subject is walking in circles. In one study, the person actually ended up where they began after making multiple circles.
If you haven't clicked on the link above, go back and do it. The audio version is less than 4 minutes. And the video is about the same length of time. Seriously...go listen and/or watch and then come back...
At one point in the story, the commentator states that there is a "profound inability in humans to go straight unless there's something in the environment you can see and focus on." He later states, "There is something in us that makes us turn."
What a perfect segway to the scriptures. For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever, unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit... Mosiah 3:19 Without a fixed object we can focus on, the natural man can only go in circles. We can never progress without divine strength and assistance...or grace. There is a profound inability in humans to progress if we are "blindfolded." In scripture lingo, that blindfold is the natural man.
Of course, the "something in the environment you can see and focus on" is Jesus Christ. O then, my beloved brethren, come unto the Lord, the Holy One. Remember that his paths are righteous. Behold, the way for man is narrow, but it lieth in a straight course before him...
2 Nephi 9:41
Christ's example showeth unto the children of men the straitness of the path. Follow me, and do the things which ye have seen me do.
And then are ye in this strait and narrow path which leads to eternal life. Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.
2 Nephi 31:9, 12, 18, 20
Fascinating. Now, if only I could stop walking in circles.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Why I Didn't Sleep In
It's a Saturday. But I knew I wanted to get up and head to the lake. It took mental preparation to get up early on a Saturday, but it was worth it.
I've gone to the lake many mornings since we moved here. It's an opportunity to enjoy the beauties of the earth and reflect on life. I'm sure my perspective has changed as a result.
I've gone to the lake many mornings since we moved here. It's an opportunity to enjoy the beauties of the earth and reflect on life. I'm sure my perspective has changed as a result.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Turn To God
"Everyone" (whoever everyone is) seems to have a favorite psalm. I've never really paid that much attention to them. The psalms haven't drawn me in as they have others. But a phrase came to mind early this morning and it caught my attention and caused me to search in the scriptures for the phrase, "Turn to God."
Psalms 80 will help me preface my thoughts. There is a verse repeated 3 times...the only difference being the title God is given in each. It reads: Turn us again, O Lord God of hosts, cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.
Psalm 80 is my first favorite psalm. Here it is.
For the past 15 years (almost to the day), I have experienced a constant, reoccurring theme of turning to God and turning away from God. I'm learning what it means to endure; I'm learning what it means to strive.
Fortunately, one side hasn't given up.
Unfortunately, the other side hasn't given up either.
I'm tired of the battle. But I think I'm hearing something whisper to me that through the Atonement of Christ, I can turn my heart to God and rest...at least for a little. When the burden becomes too heavy, the Captain of my soul is willing to take the lead and fight a few battles while I rest. There's a story in the Old Testament that teaches this concept.
King Hezekiah had some trends to reverse in ancient Israel. The children of Israel had turned away from Jehovah during the reign of their last king. And Hezekiah was determined to restore their faith. He sent a proclamation among the people, commanding them to "turn again unto the Lord God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel." He counseled them to be humble. And if they were humble, God's wrath would turn away from them.
2 Chronicles 30:9 then reads, "For if ye turn again unto the Lord, your brethren and your children shall find compassion before them that lead them captive, so that they shall come again into this land: for the Lord your God is gracious and merciful, and will not turn away his face from you, if ye return unto him."
A good portion of the people heeded the king's counsel. The result was "great joy in Jerusalem."
But there were always enemies nearby. Battles were constant in ancient Israel--just as they are constant in our personal, spiritual lives. Guess what happened during Israel's next battle? It's really quite fascinating...
King Hezekiah prepared his people for war. But they did not have to fight it.
Hezekiah comforted the people by saying (don't peruse this...read it slowly and deliberately): Be strong and courageous, be not afraid nor dismayed for the king of Assyria, nor for all the multitude that is with him: for there be more with us than with him: With him is an arm of flesh; but with us is the Lord our God to help us, and to fight our battles. And the people rested themselves upon the words of Hezekiah king of Judah.
Then King Hezekiah, with the great prophet Isaiah, prayed. They prayed.
And an angel destroyed the opposing army.
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland counseled in his last conference address to "pray without ceasing. Ask for angels to help you."
The Spirit directed my thoughts and my fingers as I typed. He has taught me and I want that truth recorded here in my journal/blog. What an incredible spiritual experience this has been. I believe the "distance" between heaven and earth is being reduced in our day. And I'm praying for an angel to fight my battles right now while I figure out how to turn my heart to God.
Psalms 80 will help me preface my thoughts. There is a verse repeated 3 times...the only difference being the title God is given in each. It reads: Turn us again, O Lord God of hosts, cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.
Psalm 80 is my first favorite psalm. Here it is.
For the past 15 years (almost to the day), I have experienced a constant, reoccurring theme of turning to God and turning away from God. I'm learning what it means to endure; I'm learning what it means to strive.
Fortunately, one side hasn't given up.
Unfortunately, the other side hasn't given up either.
I'm tired of the battle. But I think I'm hearing something whisper to me that through the Atonement of Christ, I can turn my heart to God and rest...at least for a little. When the burden becomes too heavy, the Captain of my soul is willing to take the lead and fight a few battles while I rest. There's a story in the Old Testament that teaches this concept.
King Hezekiah had some trends to reverse in ancient Israel. The children of Israel had turned away from Jehovah during the reign of their last king. And Hezekiah was determined to restore their faith. He sent a proclamation among the people, commanding them to "turn again unto the Lord God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel." He counseled them to be humble. And if they were humble, God's wrath would turn away from them.
2 Chronicles 30:9 then reads, "For if ye turn again unto the Lord, your brethren and your children shall find compassion before them that lead them captive, so that they shall come again into this land: for the Lord your God is gracious and merciful, and will not turn away his face from you, if ye return unto him."
A good portion of the people heeded the king's counsel. The result was "great joy in Jerusalem."
But there were always enemies nearby. Battles were constant in ancient Israel--just as they are constant in our personal, spiritual lives. Guess what happened during Israel's next battle? It's really quite fascinating...
King Hezekiah prepared his people for war. But they did not have to fight it.
Hezekiah comforted the people by saying (don't peruse this...read it slowly and deliberately): Be strong and courageous, be not afraid nor dismayed for the king of Assyria, nor for all the multitude that is with him: for there be more with us than with him: With him is an arm of flesh; but with us is the Lord our God to help us, and to fight our battles. And the people rested themselves upon the words of Hezekiah king of Judah.
Then King Hezekiah, with the great prophet Isaiah, prayed. They prayed.
And an angel destroyed the opposing army.
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland counseled in his last conference address to "pray without ceasing. Ask for angels to help you."
The Spirit directed my thoughts and my fingers as I typed. He has taught me and I want that truth recorded here in my journal/blog. What an incredible spiritual experience this has been. I believe the "distance" between heaven and earth is being reduced in our day. And I'm praying for an angel to fight my battles right now while I figure out how to turn my heart to God.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
I felt a breeze today...
The city of Maracaibo is situated where the Gulf of Venezuela (off the Caribbean) meets Lake Maracaibo (one of the largest lakes in the world). Mix the water and the fact that it's just north of the Equator, and you have a natural recipe for heat and humidity in that particular part of Venezuela.
As a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we walked all over the city to serve and teach. With an average of 90 degrees without factoring in the humidity, you can imagine how uncomfortable it felt being outside so much. I remember one especially hot day. I can almost see the buildings we were walking past as I said a silent prayer. I needed some relief. I was at a point where I could have literally collapsed from heat and exhaustion. As I concluded a 10 second prayer pleading for a slight breeze to cool my face and body, it came. And I knew that God was watching over me and understood my circumstances.
It had such an impact that I immediately thought of that experience when our Sunday School teacher asked the class to share a time when we experienced the tender mercies of the Lord. I don't speak up much in class...but the thought came so quickly that the Spirit raised my hand.
We were discussing 1 Kings and specifically Elijah. We read through the story of the woman Elijah came to after he had sealed the heavens. This widow was preparing to cook the last meal for herself and her son before they died. For the full account, read 1 Kings 17. A miracle occurs there.
But then...this: And it came to pass after these things, that the son of the woman, the mistress of the house, fell sick; and his sickness was so sore, that there was no breath left in him. (1 Kings 17:17)
The widow was obedient, provided one last act of charity before facing an inevitable death in her mind, witnessed a miracle of having a now endless supply of food--only to have her son die soon after. The questions she asked in the next verse give us an idea of the struggles she must have gone through at that time. She seems to ask, "Why would God attend to my needs only to take away my son?"
The Lord knew this woman. He knew what she had done with her life and He knew her heart. As Elijah brought her son back to life, the Lord provided her yet another reminder that He knew her...and loved her.
Not long after, Elijah experienced something very similar. He had been obedient; he had been faithful; he had witnessed several miracles in his life. But even after an especially heavenly event, witnessed by countless others while Elijah dealt with the prophets of Baal, there was no change in the hearts of the people. And it weighed on him as we read, But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers. (1 Kings 19:4)
The Lord knew Elijah. He knew what he had done with his life and He knew his heart. A prophet of God, Elijah was devastated that there wasn't a greater conversion after all the miracles that had taken place. He would rather die than continue on. He didn't think he could do as his "fathers" had done.
I consider this to be the test of enduring to the end. And when we are working through that part of our commitment, to endure to the end, the Lord blesses us, I believe, with tender mercies. God sent an angel to minister to Elijah during this particularly difficult time in his life.
In our moments of weakness in faith, or when we doubt or question or wonder if there's really a point...I believe God provides us a gentle reminder. We know blessings are predicated on obedience to laws...but we don't know when those blessings will come. Sometimes they are immediate. But, probably more often than not, our kind and loving Father in Heaven reserves those blessings for when He knows we will need them most.
He doesn't look at the last 5 minutes of our lives. He doesn't look at the past week. The Lord, as our Sunday School teacher taught by the Spirit, looks at our whole life. As His children, God knows how to sustain us.
Life in general has been a little rough lately. In between the good times, I've questioned my abilities as a husband and father. I've questioned my purpose in life. I've questioned the purpose of active church attendance. I've found reasons to be frustrated at work. I've allowed others actions to negatively impact me. I've brought on self-inflicted pain and sorrow. I've been tired. (This isn't an exhaustive list. :)) And all of this has given me a better appreciation for what it means to endure to the end.
But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
There aren't words to describe what I felt during this Sunday School class today, but...
I felt another breeze today. And it was refreshing. God reminded me that He knows me and loves me. Hopefully that, coupled with my faith, is enough to sustain me through this particular season of my life.
As a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we walked all over the city to serve and teach. With an average of 90 degrees without factoring in the humidity, you can imagine how uncomfortable it felt being outside so much. I remember one especially hot day. I can almost see the buildings we were walking past as I said a silent prayer. I needed some relief. I was at a point where I could have literally collapsed from heat and exhaustion. As I concluded a 10 second prayer pleading for a slight breeze to cool my face and body, it came. And I knew that God was watching over me and understood my circumstances.
It had such an impact that I immediately thought of that experience when our Sunday School teacher asked the class to share a time when we experienced the tender mercies of the Lord. I don't speak up much in class...but the thought came so quickly that the Spirit raised my hand.
We were discussing 1 Kings and specifically Elijah. We read through the story of the woman Elijah came to after he had sealed the heavens. This widow was preparing to cook the last meal for herself and her son before they died. For the full account, read 1 Kings 17. A miracle occurs there.
But then...this: And it came to pass after these things, that the son of the woman, the mistress of the house, fell sick; and his sickness was so sore, that there was no breath left in him. (1 Kings 17:17)
The widow was obedient, provided one last act of charity before facing an inevitable death in her mind, witnessed a miracle of having a now endless supply of food--only to have her son die soon after. The questions she asked in the next verse give us an idea of the struggles she must have gone through at that time. She seems to ask, "Why would God attend to my needs only to take away my son?"
The Lord knew this woman. He knew what she had done with her life and He knew her heart. As Elijah brought her son back to life, the Lord provided her yet another reminder that He knew her...and loved her.
Not long after, Elijah experienced something very similar. He had been obedient; he had been faithful; he had witnessed several miracles in his life. But even after an especially heavenly event, witnessed by countless others while Elijah dealt with the prophets of Baal, there was no change in the hearts of the people. And it weighed on him as we read, But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers. (1 Kings 19:4)
The Lord knew Elijah. He knew what he had done with his life and He knew his heart. A prophet of God, Elijah was devastated that there wasn't a greater conversion after all the miracles that had taken place. He would rather die than continue on. He didn't think he could do as his "fathers" had done.
I consider this to be the test of enduring to the end. And when we are working through that part of our commitment, to endure to the end, the Lord blesses us, I believe, with tender mercies. God sent an angel to minister to Elijah during this particularly difficult time in his life.
In our moments of weakness in faith, or when we doubt or question or wonder if there's really a point...I believe God provides us a gentle reminder. We know blessings are predicated on obedience to laws...but we don't know when those blessings will come. Sometimes they are immediate. But, probably more often than not, our kind and loving Father in Heaven reserves those blessings for when He knows we will need them most.
He doesn't look at the last 5 minutes of our lives. He doesn't look at the past week. The Lord, as our Sunday School teacher taught by the Spirit, looks at our whole life. As His children, God knows how to sustain us.
Life in general has been a little rough lately. In between the good times, I've questioned my abilities as a husband and father. I've questioned my purpose in life. I've questioned the purpose of active church attendance. I've found reasons to be frustrated at work. I've allowed others actions to negatively impact me. I've brought on self-inflicted pain and sorrow. I've been tired. (This isn't an exhaustive list. :)) And all of this has given me a better appreciation for what it means to endure to the end.
But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
There aren't words to describe what I felt during this Sunday School class today, but...
I felt another breeze today. And it was refreshing. God reminded me that He knows me and loves me. Hopefully that, coupled with my faith, is enough to sustain me through this particular season of my life.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Where is it all heading?
And when will it come to an end?
Should I be shocked that President Obama is more worried about improving poll numbers among women voters than he is the honorable tradition of the Boy Scouts of America?
Should I be shocked that Senator John Kerry was trying to avoid paying taxes in his own state by docking his new 7 million dollar yacht in Rhode Island (which is perfectly legal...although hypocritical)?
Should I be shocked that a young woman would be expelled from her graduate program at Eastern Michigan University because of her opinion about the sanctity of marriage?
Should I be shocked that our own federal government is suing one of its states for trying to enforce a federal law? And part of their rationale is that it would be overwhelming to the federal system?
Should I be shocked that the nation is obsessed with Lindsay Lohan's trial and jail sentence?
Should I be shocked that the government views tax decreases as an "expense" for them?
Should I be shocked that all of the major "benefit" changes from the recent health care legislation is an increase cost for my family? I received a memo from my employer yesterday outlining all of the major changes (that they are aware of so far...it states that many of the details are still being determined by the government).
Should I be shocked that the recent financial legislation is going to have a negative impact on my employer?
Should I be shocked that those in power are frighteningly close to voting against basic rights guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution?
In this time of chaos, uncertainty, and moral decay, I am eternally grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life. I am grateful for a living prophet. I am grateful for the scriptures. I am grateful for my family.
Should I be shocked that President Obama is more worried about improving poll numbers among women voters than he is the honorable tradition of the Boy Scouts of America?
Should I be shocked that Senator John Kerry was trying to avoid paying taxes in his own state by docking his new 7 million dollar yacht in Rhode Island (which is perfectly legal...although hypocritical)?
Should I be shocked that a young woman would be expelled from her graduate program at Eastern Michigan University because of her opinion about the sanctity of marriage?
Should I be shocked that our own federal government is suing one of its states for trying to enforce a federal law? And part of their rationale is that it would be overwhelming to the federal system?
Should I be shocked that the nation is obsessed with Lindsay Lohan's trial and jail sentence?
Should I be shocked that the government views tax decreases as an "expense" for them?
Should I be shocked that all of the major "benefit" changes from the recent health care legislation is an increase cost for my family? I received a memo from my employer yesterday outlining all of the major changes (that they are aware of so far...it states that many of the details are still being determined by the government).
Should I be shocked that the recent financial legislation is going to have a negative impact on my employer?
Should I be shocked that those in power are frighteningly close to voting against basic rights guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution?
In this time of chaos, uncertainty, and moral decay, I am eternally grateful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life. I am grateful for a living prophet. I am grateful for the scriptures. I am grateful for my family.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Come To The Temple
I love this symbol on top each temple of the Angel Moroni sounding the trump...a call to the House of Israel to come to the House of the Lord.
I was in Raleigh this week and couldn't get to the temple fast enough on Tuesday. I needed strength and protection...physically, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. It had been too long. And I was grateful for the opportunity. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I stood outside this gate...soaking in the feeling of gratitude, peace, and redeeming grace.
I was in Raleigh this week and couldn't get to the temple fast enough on Tuesday. I needed strength and protection...physically, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. It had been too long. And I was grateful for the opportunity. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I stood outside this gate...soaking in the feeling of gratitude, peace, and redeeming grace._
Since I don't keep a traditional journal, I'm using this to speak to the me of the future. If I should wander from the path 2 or 5 or 7 or 10 or 50 years from now, I testify that the temple is a source of strength and protection. I felt it quite literally Tuesday night. And I want to experience that more in my life...and not take it for granted.
The land on which these sacred edifices lay are certainly the most holy on all the earth.
And I love how more and more of them are on the same property as our church buildings. I told Karen that I want to live where we can see the temple each Sunday when we go to church.
The land on which these sacred edifices lay are certainly the most holy on all the earth.
And I love how more and more of them are on the same property as our church buildings. I told Karen that I want to live where we can see the temple each Sunday when we go to church.
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? Do ye exercise faith in the redemption of him who created you? Do you look forward with an eye of faith...?
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And now behold, I say unto you, my brethren, if ye have experienced a change of heart, and if ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?
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Behold, he sendeth an invitation unto all men, for the arms of mercy are extended towards them, and he saith: Repent, and I will receive you.
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And now I say unto you, all you that are desirous to follow the voice of the good shepherd, come ye out from the wicked, and be ye separate...I say unto you that the good shepherd doth call after you; and if you will hearken unto his voice he will bring you into his fold, and ye are his sheep... (excerpts from Alma 5)
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Sacred Valley
Such a prayer I never heard from the lips of man. I left him alone praying. I went home and told my wife, "I saw a sight and heard today what I never saw or heard before," and just related to her what I had seen and heard and observed. We never thought a man could be a soldier and a Christian, but if there is one in the world, it is Washington. We thought it was the cause of God, and America could prevail.
____________________________Isaac Potts
I went to Valley Forge this afternoon. It is holy ground. It marked a turning point in the American Revolutionary War. I walked where General George Washington walked. And I was moved...spiritually and emotionally. This was his headquarters during the Winter of 1777-1778. Not a single fire was shot at Valley Forge, yet 2000 of an army of 12,000 men died for the cause of freedom here. And it proved to be a victorious campaign. The army was tested. Their cause was tested. I believe Washington was tested here far greater than he was in any other battle of weapons. His will was tested...his faith was tested. And he chose to serve God despite the hardship. The army left this valley refined and prepared to endure several more years of war because of Washington's leadership here.
I walked the National Park wondering where the General offered his prayer of gratitude and supplication. I wondered if he passed by his men on his way to pray. Offering them words of encouragement...making sure they were as comfortable as they could be given the harsh circumstances. Reminding them of the cause of freedom similar to another great captain 1800 years earlier--"In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children..." (Alma 46:12)
And then after visiting with his men, perhaps he continued walking alone. I looked for a grove of trees that may have been suitable for him. Wondering if he may have chosen an area with three majestic trees...symbolizing the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Or perhaps General Washington walked further. Perhaps across this field and into a more secluded area. "And therefore, at this time, Moroni prayed that the cause of the Christians, and the freedom of the land might be favored. And it came to pass that when he had poured out his soul to God, he named all the land....A chosen land, and the land of liberty." (Alma 46:16-17)
____________________________Isaac Potts
I went to Valley Forge this afternoon. It is holy ground. It marked a turning point in the American Revolutionary War. I walked where General George Washington walked. And I was moved...spiritually and emotionally. This was his headquarters during the Winter of 1777-1778. Not a single fire was shot at Valley Forge, yet 2000 of an army of 12,000 men died for the cause of freedom here. And it proved to be a victorious campaign. The army was tested. Their cause was tested. I believe Washington was tested here far greater than he was in any other battle of weapons. His will was tested...his faith was tested. And he chose to serve God despite the hardship. The army left this valley refined and prepared to endure several more years of war because of Washington's leadership here.
I walked the National Park wondering where the General offered his prayer of gratitude and supplication. I wondered if he passed by his men on his way to pray. Offering them words of encouragement...making sure they were as comfortable as they could be given the harsh circumstances. Reminding them of the cause of freedom similar to another great captain 1800 years earlier--"In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children..." (Alma 46:12)
And then after visiting with his men, perhaps he continued walking alone. I looked for a grove of trees that may have been suitable for him. Wondering if he may have chosen an area with three majestic trees...symbolizing the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Or perhaps General Washington walked further. Perhaps across this field and into a more secluded area. "And therefore, at this time, Moroni prayed that the cause of the Christians, and the freedom of the land might be favored. And it came to pass that when he had poured out his soul to God, he named all the land....A chosen land, and the land of liberty." (Alma 46:16-17)
Although I do not know the exact location of his prayer, the spirit of this sacred valley can still be felt today. His prayer must have been so sincere, heartfelt, and according to the will of God that the spirit of that prayer lives on. I felt something as I walked this valley. And I will forever thank God that George Washington lived his life in such a way that he was able to take part in preparing this land for the Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I can't wait to meet him someday. It will be an honor to be in his presence.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Champion Chess Players in the Scriptures
I'm not a great chess player. I love the game...I love the strategy...but I'm not a great chess player. But there's another version of chess that I'm getting better at. It's a spiritual version. And I have champion spiritual chess players to look up to like Adam, Moses, Melchizedek, Nephi, Joseph Smith and the greatest one of all - Captain Moroni. Maybe some background will help you see how these men were such expert chess players.
In Seminary, we recently studied the Jaredite civilization. The group came out of present-day Iraq about 2200 B.C. Their language was preserved following the destruction of the Tower of Babel and they were brought by the hand of the Lord to the American continent.
Hugh Nibley wrote that "The insane wars of the Jaredite chiefs ended in the complete annihilation of both sides, with the kings the last to go." He went on to describe two Asiatic tactics of warfare:
1) Since every war is strictly a personal contest between kings, the battle must continue until one of the kings falls or is taken.
2) And yet things are so arranged that the king must be very last to fall, the whole army existing for the sole purpose of defending his person.
He goes on to say that "This is clearly seen in the game of chess, in which all pieces are expendable except the king, who can never be taken. 'The shah in chess,' writes M. E. Moghadam, 'is not killed and does not die. The game is terminated when the shah is pressed into a position from which he cannot escape. This is in line with all good traditions of chess playing, and back of it the tradition of capturing the king in war rather than slaying him whenever that could be accomplished.' You will recall the many instances in the book of Ether in which kings were kept in prison for many years but not killed. In the code of medieval chivalry, taken over from central Asia, the person of the king is sacred, and all others must perish in his defense. As long as the war went on, the king could not die, for whenever he did die, the war was over, no matter how strong his surviving forces. Wars of extermination are a standard institution in the history of Asia."
Fascinating. But what's the connection? How can I apply this game of chess to my spiritual life? Stay with me just a little longer. I'm getting there. It came to all of us as we were taking this journey together during the lesson.
Actually, I'll cut it short. Because it would make this post way too long if I went into the other part of this learning experience. I'll save that for another time. But here's the bottom line/application:
Wherefore, I, Moroni, am commanded to write these things that evil may be done away, and that the time may come that Satan may have no power upon the hearts of the children of men, but that they may be persuaded to do good continually, that they may come unto the fountain of all righteousness and be saved. (Ether 8:26)
The great men listed above were great chess players because they learned how to place Satan in checkmate. If we humble ourselves and learn how to do good continually, we too can place him in checkmate...and he will have no power over us...no matter how strong his surviving forces are. The Savior has given us the ability to overcome Satan.
Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men. (Alma 48:17)
In Seminary, we recently studied the Jaredite civilization. The group came out of present-day Iraq about 2200 B.C. Their language was preserved following the destruction of the Tower of Babel and they were brought by the hand of the Lord to the American continent.
Hugh Nibley wrote that "The insane wars of the Jaredite chiefs ended in the complete annihilation of both sides, with the kings the last to go." He went on to describe two Asiatic tactics of warfare:
1) Since every war is strictly a personal contest between kings, the battle must continue until one of the kings falls or is taken.
2) And yet things are so arranged that the king must be very last to fall, the whole army existing for the sole purpose of defending his person.
He goes on to say that "This is clearly seen in the game of chess, in which all pieces are expendable except the king, who can never be taken. 'The shah in chess,' writes M. E. Moghadam, 'is not killed and does not die. The game is terminated when the shah is pressed into a position from which he cannot escape. This is in line with all good traditions of chess playing, and back of it the tradition of capturing the king in war rather than slaying him whenever that could be accomplished.' You will recall the many instances in the book of Ether in which kings were kept in prison for many years but not killed. In the code of medieval chivalry, taken over from central Asia, the person of the king is sacred, and all others must perish in his defense. As long as the war went on, the king could not die, for whenever he did die, the war was over, no matter how strong his surviving forces. Wars of extermination are a standard institution in the history of Asia."
Fascinating. But what's the connection? How can I apply this game of chess to my spiritual life? Stay with me just a little longer. I'm getting there. It came to all of us as we were taking this journey together during the lesson.
Actually, I'll cut it short. Because it would make this post way too long if I went into the other part of this learning experience. I'll save that for another time. But here's the bottom line/application:
Wherefore, I, Moroni, am commanded to write these things that evil may be done away, and that the time may come that Satan may have no power upon the hearts of the children of men, but that they may be persuaded to do good continually, that they may come unto the fountain of all righteousness and be saved. (Ether 8:26)
The great men listed above were great chess players because they learned how to place Satan in checkmate. If we humble ourselves and learn how to do good continually, we too can place him in checkmate...and he will have no power over us...no matter how strong his surviving forces are. The Savior has given us the ability to overcome Satan.
Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men. (Alma 48:17)
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