Stripling Warriors' Mom: Institute Class--Book of Mormon

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Institute Class--Book of Mormon

Wednesday morning is Institute in my stake. Sister Mary Ellen Edmunds teaches it. She also teaches our Gospel Doctrine class. She has a sense of humor and adds a lot of her personality to her classes. She brings it to current day issues and compares the Book of Mormon people to our day. Her background was that she was the Missionary Training Center trainer when Tana was in the MTC. Tana knew her from there and Tanise knows her from her association at BYU.

I like the theme Mary Ellen presents each week. She uses the Gospel Doctrine manual and so there is a syllabus to follow more or less. She is a busy lady and travels a lot to do conferences and workshops. She is a very sought after speaker, instructor. We are fortunate to have her in our ward/stake. I also have the privilege to be her visiting teacher.

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McIntire Madness said...: I love her! I heard her at the MTC during the holidays and at a Time Out for Women. So fun that you are her visiting teacher. She is really funny.; February 26, 2009 at 11:00 PM

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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