Stripling Warriors' Mom: Family Time and Heritage Dinner

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Family Time and Heritage Dinner

Matt and Beth arrive Saturday afternoon from Burley, where Beth did her Spudman, an Olympic event. They drove from Seattle on Friday for the event on Saturday. Best wishes Beth on a race well done. It always amazes me how you can be so disciplined to run fa 5K, ride the bike 25 miles and swim a mile for the Olympic event. It would sure be a motivation to look as good as Beth does with all her training she's done.

Our Family Reunion began more or less with dinner at Mi Ranchito in Orem. All of us met there for our traditional Mexican food fix. Bud, Kay Cavender and their youngest son, Don with his young twelve year old son, Sam joined us. Don is here from Virginia and works in Washington, D.C. He went to high school with Hank at Orem High. Don was pleased to be able to reconnect with him after about twenty years since they last saw one another.

We all had a nice dinner and were able to spend time visiting for quite a while with the Cavenders, i.e., Hank, Lori and baby K11, Tanise and Jordyn, Tara and Russ, Tracie, Tana & Nathan, Michael, Aaron & Candice and Joel, Matt, Beth and their two sons, Grandpa Hank, and I.

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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