Stripling Warriors' Mom: Christmas Cannot Be Bought In A Store

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Christmas Cannot Be Bought In A Store

Today marks an anniversary. It has been sixteen years since my mother, Elena passed away. I can recall how that effected me it being so close to Christmas and being comforted through it all.

I learned a lot that year and ever since. I find myself more focused on gift giving of something that cannot be bought in a store.

I keep the commercialism of Christmas to a lower level and keep out of that part of it the best I can.

My ability to feel the Spirit of giving is finer tuned with going to musical presentations where it is in abundance. I am much happier with myself too giving simple thoughts and gifts.

I am so thankful for a mother who taught me well. She helped me learn how to be a good mother, how to take care of my home, how to cook, economize, sew and how to crochet.

Her legacy was her crochet work, so beautiful. I appreciate that kind of hand work.

Today we had tithing settlement. We had a nice visit with our Bishop and reviewed our Church records. We came home and Ron went to visit one of his home teaching families. His companion came to pick him up. Ours are coming on Tuesday evening.

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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