Stripling Warriors' Mom: Addendum to Sunday's Blog

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Addendum to Sunday's Blog

My soul was filled to overflowing today in my sacrament meeting. The adult speaker gave such an outstanding talk about Christ. It was as if I was drinking from a well of living water. It was beautiful. I don't know if it was the preparation I have had the last few weeks that my Spirit is quickened easily.

The prompting was given to me to go visit Hank's ward in Orem for his sacrament meeting. I followed what I was told and arrived just as the announcements were given. I could hear his voice conducting as bishop. It was a unique experience and also Fast and Testimony meeting. K2 blessed the sacrament and gave the prayer as if it wasn't read, but said with meaning. We partook of the sacrament. I felt the reverence that Bp Hank had created with his words beforehand and all during the sacrament time.

Hank began to bear his testimony after the Aaronic priesthood dismissed to their seats. His words were well thought out and everyone was drinking in what he had to say about the Savior too. It was so sweet, as if eating of the fruit of the tree of life. It was delicious to my soul. I cannot recall having felt this kind of spiritual feast before the testimonies were even borne.

The entire meeting was set with the tone that Bp Hank created. I was there and just observed while enjoying the lift to my spirit. The testimonies were varied. Bp. Hank suggested the testimonies be kept about the Savior. K6 gave her testimony without any prompting from anyone. She sat next to me during the meeting. K2 got up to bear his testimony. I was so pleased to see him and felt the preparation he is making for his mission later in the fall. It pleased this grandma greatly. Wow, time sure flies by, it hardly seems possible that he was a babe in arms blessed by his father. Lori closed the meeting with her own added testimony. All the testimonies touched us all. Her testimony gave me an insight that the bishop and their families are blessed by the prayers of their ward members. I am so thankful for the many tender mercies that blesses the lives of my children in all their own lives.

I know blessings come to me and my family through service in the temple and temple attendance. I know angels watch over us and protect us when needed. The hand of God is ever present in my life, for which I am deeply indebted to Him and grateful.

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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