Sunday, July 19, 2015
Sharpness
New incite today. Remember the scripture that mentions correcting ...i.e. 'reproving betimes with sharpness.' Well, our high councilor's wife (AKA former presidents of the SA temple...Ginger Beckstead) was talking about patience in disciplining children. She said patience is not ignoring what they do wrong, it is disciplining (teaching, correcting, reproving with sharpness and kindness) and having the 'patience' to discipline again and again until they get it right. She also compared it to our patience in suffering or waiting for blessings because we wait for the timing to be right. Anyway, when she was talking about reproving with sharpness, she said that sharpness does not refer to loudness of voice or shrill tones. She said sharp is focus. She did a cutting motion with her hand and then took both hands to bring them to a point to show how a sharp blade is focused on a narrow point. When we reprove with sharpness, we are very specific, concise, focused, and to the point. It makes all the sense in the world to me.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
You asked for it...
91% Marco Rubio
78% Rick Santorum
then it goes down every Republican candidate (I think that Ted Cruz and Rand Paul are next)...until the lowest person on my list (37% Hillary Clinton).
78% Rick Santorum
then it goes down every Republican candidate (I think that Ted Cruz and Rand Paul are next)...until the lowest person on my list (37% Hillary Clinton).
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Pictures of Pride
Today, the Relief Society president came up and thanked me for my 'ever-inspiring' comments. She heaped quite a bit of praise on me, so I uncomfortably joked about it.
Then she started to cry. Well, this sister turned to me in tears and said, "This week we took family pictures with me in them...for the first time. I did it because of your comments."
One of my earlier comments had been about how I was so embarrassed about my weight that I never, well rarely, would be in pictures with my children, hoping that I would lose weight and look better in a future picture. Time would pass and I'd look back and think, "Man I was so better-looking then, why didn't I let anyone take my picture with them?"
As I look back over photos of my children, I see all the relatives with my children, but the pictures are pretty much void of me. I regret that my pride has effected the historical memories my children and grandchildren might have of me.
Then she started to cry. Well, this sister turned to me in tears and said, "This week we took family pictures with me in them...for the first time. I did it because of your comments."
One of my earlier comments had been about how I was so embarrassed about my weight that I never, well rarely, would be in pictures with my children, hoping that I would lose weight and look better in a future picture. Time would pass and I'd look back and think, "Man I was so better-looking then, why didn't I let anyone take my picture with them?"
As I look back over photos of my children, I see all the relatives with my children, but the pictures are pretty much void of me. I regret that my pride has effected the historical memories my children and grandchildren might have of me.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
The doTERRA Effect
One of our speakers in church has a mother that sells doTERRA oils. He jokingly calls her the doTERRorist on a jihad to convert the world to doTERRA. He said that whatever ails anyone, she says, "I have an oil for that."
Even as he and his brother were teasing her, he realized it wasn't so much for money that she does what she does, it is because she really is converted to doTERRA. She really wants to help people and she knows a way to do it. That is why she does what she does with such an obsession.
It hit him that if we were as converted to the gospel as his mother is to doTERRA and we wanted to help out people the way his mother does, that when people were having problems in their life, we would say, "I have a cure for that." "I have the cure of the atonement." "I have the cure of obedience to the commandments." " I have a cure of reading the scriptures." "I have a cure of praying to a living, spiritual Father, who can communicate and listen to you." "I have the fullness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ....Would you like to hear more?"
When I think of it in that same light, I see how easy it is to spread the light of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for it really is the cure for all that spiritually ail.
Even as he and his brother were teasing her, he realized it wasn't so much for money that she does what she does, it is because she really is converted to doTERRA. She really wants to help people and she knows a way to do it. That is why she does what she does with such an obsession.
It hit him that if we were as converted to the gospel as his mother is to doTERRA and we wanted to help out people the way his mother does, that when people were having problems in their life, we would say, "I have a cure for that." "I have the cure of the atonement." "I have the cure of obedience to the commandments." " I have a cure of reading the scriptures." "I have a cure of praying to a living, spiritual Father, who can communicate and listen to you." "I have the fullness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ....Would you like to hear more?"
When I think of it in that same light, I see how easy it is to spread the light of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for it really is the cure for all that spiritually ail.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Paradigm Shift
Isaiah 3:4 "And I will give children to be their princes, and babes shall rule over them." I never looked at this scripture other than literal face value...so I assumed this was something to happen in the future. Today, the High Council speaker (also talking about the 'Good, Better, Best' talk) said this is already happening when we put our children in too many activities. Then their activities 'rule' our time. He even went so far as to say it is a tool of the adversary to make us think that we should have our children in every activity their peers are in, when reading the scriptures, FHE, temple attendance, and service to others gets put on the back burner so that we can shuttle the children to yet another activity. It was definitely a shocking thought.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Successful Repentance
So...today's lesson in Relief Society was on repentance. In the middle of a somewhat boring rendition of the lesson with no participation, a lady raised her hand from the back of the room and asked, "How can we have the desire to sin no more? I have repented in the past and had no desire to sin, then as time goes on and circumstances change, I begin to entertain the thought of rationalizing the sin again."
Then, she hung her head and tearfully asked, "What do I do?"
Well, as you can guess, the class collectively turned in their seats and raised their hands. Each sister, in one form or another, offered her own testimony, advice, comfort, and love to that sister. It was truly a remarkable occurrence. What a sweet ward! What a sweet moment!
I offer this up, not to tell of that moment, but to tell you what one sister said that seemed quite profound. She mentioned listening to the radio while coming home from work one day. There was a man speaking on the topic of what three things successful men have in common. She remembered thinking that she didn't like listening to that kind of talk, but yet, did not change the station. Next, the man proceeded to list those three things. The first thing on the list was that when these men got in their cars, they had DVD's of motivational speeches playing. Now this sister hated motivational speakers even more that to topic of successful people...and just about changed the channel, but before she could reach for the dial, the question was asked, "Why would men who were already motivated to succeed constantly surrounding themselves with more motivational tapes?"
Curious as to the answer, the sister withdrew her hand and waited to hear the response. Its simple answer came: "Because motivation doesn't last forever."
As the sister pondered that answer, it hit her hard. That is why we read the scriptures over and over again. That is why we pray over and over again. That is why we go to church over and over again. That is why we take the sacrament over and over again. We may have a testimony now; we may feel the spirit now; we may have the desire to sin no more now, but those feelings do not last. We must constantly feed our testimony. We must constantly repent. We must constantly do those things to keep the spirit in our lives so that we can always have a testimony, feel the spirit, and desire to sin no more.
This is nothing new. You all know it, but in the context of the story she told, it made all the sense in the world. Perfection is a lifetime process and enduring to the end means we read scriptures every day, pray every day, repent every day, and re-covenant every Sunday....because those righteous feelings don't last forever.
May it ever be so with my posterity and me.
Then, she hung her head and tearfully asked, "What do I do?"
Well, as you can guess, the class collectively turned in their seats and raised their hands. Each sister, in one form or another, offered her own testimony, advice, comfort, and love to that sister. It was truly a remarkable occurrence. What a sweet ward! What a sweet moment!
I offer this up, not to tell of that moment, but to tell you what one sister said that seemed quite profound. She mentioned listening to the radio while coming home from work one day. There was a man speaking on the topic of what three things successful men have in common. She remembered thinking that she didn't like listening to that kind of talk, but yet, did not change the station. Next, the man proceeded to list those three things. The first thing on the list was that when these men got in their cars, they had DVD's of motivational speeches playing. Now this sister hated motivational speakers even more that to topic of successful people...and just about changed the channel, but before she could reach for the dial, the question was asked, "Why would men who were already motivated to succeed constantly surrounding themselves with more motivational tapes?"
Curious as to the answer, the sister withdrew her hand and waited to hear the response. Its simple answer came: "Because motivation doesn't last forever."
As the sister pondered that answer, it hit her hard. That is why we read the scriptures over and over again. That is why we pray over and over again. That is why we go to church over and over again. That is why we take the sacrament over and over again. We may have a testimony now; we may feel the spirit now; we may have the desire to sin no more now, but those feelings do not last. We must constantly feed our testimony. We must constantly repent. We must constantly do those things to keep the spirit in our lives so that we can always have a testimony, feel the spirit, and desire to sin no more.
This is nothing new. You all know it, but in the context of the story she told, it made all the sense in the world. Perfection is a lifetime process and enduring to the end means we read scriptures every day, pray every day, repent every day, and re-covenant every Sunday....because those righteous feelings don't last forever.
May it ever be so with my posterity and me.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Lock Your Doors...
I have often had thoughts enter my mind...what if this or that happened?...and then found myself in that very predicament in short order. This has happened so frequently that I picked up on the pattern of the power of my thoughts. I tell you one brief example today, because a Sunday School teacher helped me to find the answer.
When I was young, I thought I had fat lips. I was embarrassed by how fat they seemed to me in comparison to other people. It was my image of myself. As I look at pictures of me as a child, I don't see it now, but back then I thought many times that I must have an African relative for me to have lips that I compared to theirs. I secretly had this unspoken thought for years, then, one day, as a young adult at college, I happened to pass a house with a young black man entering, and I thought to myself, "I wonder if I were to kiss a black man would two pair of lips that were the same size make a difference in how it felt to kiss?" An odd thought. But, that thought kept running through my mind.
Before the week was out, I was at a dance hall just yearning to dance and still was on the sidelines. I watched the girls who got asked by all guys getting to dance every dance, and I was pretty despondent. (This is what usually happened to me.) As I sat on the sidelines, a black boy came in the 'all white' establishment. He watched those girls who I knew had danced with everyone there. I watched him proceed to ask every one of them. They all turned him down. Now I was angry with those girls. I was angry that Provo residents (they probably in hind sight were not Mormon, but then, I assumed they were) were so prejudiced that they would not even so much as dance with him.
You guessed it. To me, I was his last choice, but of course I leaped at the chance to dance, and I thought to myself that I was a good example of Mormons to him because I was not prejudiced. Well, you guessed it. Since no one else would dance with him...except me, we danced the entire night and I LOVE dancing...and the pheromones of music always contribute passion in dancing. He was not a member, so I felt even more compelled to show him that in this Mormon town, we don't treat blacks like he had been treated.
Without any more details, since I had walked to the dance club, he offered to drive me home. Upon leaving, those people threw rocks at us and yelled horrible names to both of us while that man protected me. I had no clue at the time why we were being so persecuted and I wondered if this was what always happened to black people. We ran to his car and drove in silence...and when he took me home, the kissing was so passionate I cannot tell you to this day if the size of lips made a difference because that was the least thing on my mind.
Well, that was not the end of that young man in my life. But I can tell you it would have been better for me that I had not met him. After finally having the willpower to end that relationship, I wondered how it had happened that so fast after my thought, I was placed in that exact predicament.
Well today's lesson answered that question. A person read this quote by President Kimball:
"It is extremely difficult, if not impossible, for the devil to enter a door that is closed. He seems to have no keys for locked doors. But if a door is slightly ajar, he gets his toe in, and soon this is followed by his foot, then by his leg and his body and his head, and finally he is in all the way." https://www.lds.org/manual/teachings-spencer-w-kimball/chapter-10?lang=eng
After the quote, the teacher said, "Sometimes all it takes is entertaining a thought to set the door ajar."
I was a little shocked. You see, we had just gone over the Joseph Smith translation to verify that the Spirit was the one who transported Jesus during his 40 days of fasting and Satan came to him. It was also after I had heard a talk about not entertaining time to research those things that the anti-Mormons preach against us, but to spend our time entertaining study and thoughts on what we know to be true.
I guess my reason for posting this is to help you all be ever vigilant in doing those things that keep your thoughts pure and always on the Savior. Though trite, the list is always the same: fast, pray, read the scriptures, keep the commandments, watch and listen to uplifting media, have family home evening, attend church and take the sacrament, and go to the temple. May it ever be so with my posterity. Lock your doors and throw away the key.
And if...per chance...you are human, you might have an inappropriate thought, then recognize it for what it is and do as the Savior did, and say, "Get thee hence, Satan," and shut that door again by immersing yourself in the scriptures, prayer or sacred music.
When I was young, I thought I had fat lips. I was embarrassed by how fat they seemed to me in comparison to other people. It was my image of myself. As I look at pictures of me as a child, I don't see it now, but back then I thought many times that I must have an African relative for me to have lips that I compared to theirs. I secretly had this unspoken thought for years, then, one day, as a young adult at college, I happened to pass a house with a young black man entering, and I thought to myself, "I wonder if I were to kiss a black man would two pair of lips that were the same size make a difference in how it felt to kiss?" An odd thought. But, that thought kept running through my mind.
Before the week was out, I was at a dance hall just yearning to dance and still was on the sidelines. I watched the girls who got asked by all guys getting to dance every dance, and I was pretty despondent. (This is what usually happened to me.) As I sat on the sidelines, a black boy came in the 'all white' establishment. He watched those girls who I knew had danced with everyone there. I watched him proceed to ask every one of them. They all turned him down. Now I was angry with those girls. I was angry that Provo residents (they probably in hind sight were not Mormon, but then, I assumed they were) were so prejudiced that they would not even so much as dance with him.
You guessed it. To me, I was his last choice, but of course I leaped at the chance to dance, and I thought to myself that I was a good example of Mormons to him because I was not prejudiced. Well, you guessed it. Since no one else would dance with him...except me, we danced the entire night and I LOVE dancing...and the pheromones of music always contribute passion in dancing. He was not a member, so I felt even more compelled to show him that in this Mormon town, we don't treat blacks like he had been treated.
Without any more details, since I had walked to the dance club, he offered to drive me home. Upon leaving, those people threw rocks at us and yelled horrible names to both of us while that man protected me. I had no clue at the time why we were being so persecuted and I wondered if this was what always happened to black people. We ran to his car and drove in silence...and when he took me home, the kissing was so passionate I cannot tell you to this day if the size of lips made a difference because that was the least thing on my mind.
Well, that was not the end of that young man in my life. But I can tell you it would have been better for me that I had not met him. After finally having the willpower to end that relationship, I wondered how it had happened that so fast after my thought, I was placed in that exact predicament.
Well today's lesson answered that question. A person read this quote by President Kimball:
"It is extremely difficult, if not impossible, for the devil to enter a door that is closed. He seems to have no keys for locked doors. But if a door is slightly ajar, he gets his toe in, and soon this is followed by his foot, then by his leg and his body and his head, and finally he is in all the way." https://www.lds.org/manual/teachings-spencer-w-kimball/chapter-10?lang=eng
After the quote, the teacher said, "Sometimes all it takes is entertaining a thought to set the door ajar."
I was a little shocked. You see, we had just gone over the Joseph Smith translation to verify that the Spirit was the one who transported Jesus during his 40 days of fasting and Satan came to him. It was also after I had heard a talk about not entertaining time to research those things that the anti-Mormons preach against us, but to spend our time entertaining study and thoughts on what we know to be true.
I guess my reason for posting this is to help you all be ever vigilant in doing those things that keep your thoughts pure and always on the Savior. Though trite, the list is always the same: fast, pray, read the scriptures, keep the commandments, watch and listen to uplifting media, have family home evening, attend church and take the sacrament, and go to the temple. May it ever be so with my posterity. Lock your doors and throw away the key.
And if...per chance...you are human, you might have an inappropriate thought, then recognize it for what it is and do as the Savior did, and say, "Get thee hence, Satan," and shut that door again by immersing yourself in the scriptures, prayer or sacred music.
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