Stripling Warriors' Mom: Talk given on Sunday and Pioneer Heritage

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Talk given on Sunday and Pioneer Heritage

I was asked to talk in sacrament meeting today. I had the pioneer spirit and told about my ancestor, Ricardo Rodriguez and his migration to the United States, with my grandmother, Maria Canchola. I also had the program set up to have pictures of my ancestors on the front of it. It was very effective and part of my talk.

The sister in the ward that does the program was so nice and helpful to put my ancestors' pictures on it. Top is my great grandmother, Maria Elena Eduiges Ulloa, a recent widow in the photo, and all but two of her sons, my grandfather and Uncle.The couple is Ricardo and Maria. The other one is Maria with all but her two youngest, twins born that same year the photo was taken, in 1925.

Actual program/bulletin is shown below.

The stories about our pioneer ancestors are ones that should be read and reread to our children. They will remember the sacrifices that were made in their behalf. I appreciate mine who came in the times that they did, and gave me the opportunity to prosper and live in this free land. That is something that is precious to me above any thing else.

My heart is full and cup runneth over.

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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