Stripling Warriors' Mom: Catch up not Ketsup

Monday, December 29, 2008

Catch up not Ketsup

The days just keep rolling into the next. I am back tracking a little here. Monday's kind of are catch up from the busy week-end. I had to take my lap top to download my programs that were not working properly. Aaron helped me get the basics done and transferred information to his old lap top, I sure needed one that moved a little faster. It labors under pressure, so it seems.

One of my visiting teaching ladies died this afternoon. The funeral will be on Saturday. I last visited with her a week before. She was unable to communicate with me, and had declined a lot over the months that I had visited with her. Her husband was such an example of charity and the pure love of Christ the way he attended her. He took care of her himself the last five years, and had hospice aids come bathe her several times a week.

As it turned out, the CNA, Certified Nurses Assistant knew me from my oldest son's ward. She was the nicest person and gave her such good care. The ironic thing is that neither of us knew that the other knew this family. We didn't discover it until her funeral. I am writing this after the fact, so give more details after the fact.

The funeral was a lovely tribute to the husband, and the stories told that Joyce had written herself. Her autobiography was read by her daughter. Gaylon, Joyce's husband spoke as well. It was a nice funeral and I had the chance to get to know her better and differently than what I did since she had been ill the whole time I was assigned to her with my companion.

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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