Stripling Warriors' Mom: II Nephi 9:41--The Gospel of Jesus Christ in a Verse

Monday, February 2, 2009

II Nephi 9:41--The Gospel of Jesus Christ in a Verse

41 "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, and the keeper of the gate is the Holy One of Israel; and he employeth no servant there; and there is none other way save it be by the gate; for he cannot be deceived, for the Lord God is his name."

How I love this quote. I was reading this morning from the Book of Mormon. This entire chapter is a synopsis of the plan of salvation. It says it all.

I remember my Institute teacher who taught on this in my Book of Mormon class I took with Michael 14 years ago at UVSC, now UVU. Ed Pinegar, was our instructor. He knew these scriptures by heart! He would quote verse after verse from memory all the time and state the verse each time. It made an impression on me that he could do that with such exactness! Imagine the years and discipline it takes to memorize the scriptures. Repetition is good.

He gave us the assignment to read this chapter every day for thirty days. It was very enlightening and I go back once in a while to read it every day. I challenge my self to do this again and extend it to any of you who feel so inclined.

1 comment:

amcfam said...: Mom,

When you mentioned that class it reminded me of that infamous drink you spilled on Michael while you were in that class. It is one of the best laughs I've had in a while. i can hear Micheal in my mind recounting the whole story. I am going to call him tomorrow to hear it again. I need another good laugh. That us what family is about, to live, love and laugh.

Love,

Aaron; February 5, 2009 at 8:51 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