Stripling Warriors' Mom: Regional Conference

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Regional Conference

Our meetings today were like stake conference, only from the Marriott Center. Presidents Boyd K Packer and Dieter Uchtdorf spoke besides Elder Marlon Jensen and Sister Ann M. Dibb. The church has grown so much that 130 stakes were in attendance throughout Wasatch and Utah Counties. President Packer spoke of the growth of the Church and the responsibilities of the brethren have increased enormously over the years. He said that in 1940 there were only 130 stakes in the entire Church, but the numbers represented with this Regional meeting were the same in number with two counties. Amazing.

The spirit was sweet and strong. The meeting was only two hours like stake conference. We attended the afternoon session, which was held at our building and saw a delay recorded broadcast. Two of the wards met at the same time. There were fewer present than what we usually have for our ward sacrament meeting.

I then stayed for choir practice and are preparing to sing a patriotic song, "America, the Beautiful" for the end of October to encourage people to get out and vote. It is a beautiful arrangement. We are also practicing "Love One Another." I don't know yet, when we will sing that one in church. It was a good day, the weather had cooled off about twenty degrees, so it is in mid-70s. Feels good for fall weather.

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Power to Act in God's Name

I believe and know very strongly that, " A man, young or old never stands taller than when he is doing his priesthood duties or responsibilities. Be it station as a Deacon, Teacher, Priest, Elder, High Priest, Home teacher, priesthood holder husband, father, son or grandfather, Bishop, or Prophet of God. He has a mantle about him that emanates and gives him the authority to act in God's name, and uses it in righteousness. It is a blessing to him and his family. To this I know that he raises the bar in doing his duty to God and his fellow man.”

" I stand in awe of the goodness that pervades within that soul who honors and lives up to his priesthood calling with a pure heart. It is evident to me and cannot be hidden. I believe that quality shines in their countenances and His image is radiated in their face's.

Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch