Stripling Warriors' Mom: A Small and Simple Thing

Sunday, November 20, 2011

A Small and Simple Thing

We went to our ward sacrament meeting. It had been three weeks since we attended our own ward. Every time we go it is like we are visitors practically. I feel like it anyway.

The meetings were uplifting and the message was to read our scriptures each day to feel connected to others. I appreciated the talks.

After Sunday school Ron went to his quorum. I stayed and was on the row all by myself. No one came and sat by me. A few ladies talked to me, in front and the back of me, but no one came to sit by me. I was feeling like I had no one to visit with and left there alone.

Then, to my surprise--one of the counselors came to sit by me when the teacher went up to teach the lesson. It made me feel good and not so lost there on the row. It ended up that she is our home teacher's wife. It felt like she cared and it made my day. It was a small and simple kind thing to do.

The lesson was about the signs of the times or the Second Coming. I always enjoy that subject and wanted to go home and read it again with Ron. We talked a little about it on the way home from Church. Our discussions in our classes were very similar which was encouraging.

We had a nice late lunch of roast, sweet potatoes, and asparagus. We put a roast in the crock before we left. It was delicious and had a wonderful lunch together.

We were fortunate to have a late nap for a few hours.

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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