Stripling Warriors' Mom: Finishing the Book of Mormon

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Do What Is Right, Let the Consequences Follow

Lehi and his family go into the desert for eight years.

Tonight I went to a fireside about Lehi and his wilderness experience with his family. It was an interesting subject and about a film that F.A.R.M.S. made of a documentary on this Book of Mormon first family.

The speaker talked about Lehi's family's struggle to be united. If you were to ask me what impressed me most I would have to say it was the issues that face many of us in family situations that were similar to Lehi and Sariah's. I went away with a greater appreciation for the history of the trek into the wilderness. We in essence have similar "wilderness" journeys in our lives.

We also have our own Liahona, the Holy Ghost to guide us as the Liahona was their guide directly from Heavenly Father. I liked that analogy. I look forward to seeing the new DVD, "Journey of Faith" soon; sponsored by F.A.R.M.S. and Brigham Young University. I look at how easy we appear to have it in lives today.

Our closing song was "Oh, Come All Ye Faithful." It seemed an appropriate song after the fireside s we go forward into the holidays. "Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord."

I am so thankful to the Savior and do adore him in my worship and reading His Word. I am almost finished with my Book of Mormon for this year. I have four more chapters in Moroni left to read. I think now I will read the October Conference November issue to finish out the year.

I read SkippyJon Jones with Parker this evening. He loves that funny story and laughs as he says, "SkippyJon Jones." I decided to take the book to visit with the Ks.

I went to Hank and Lori's for dinner tonight. Everyone was there except Bp. Hank. He had tithing settlement and was there during dinner time. Lynn and Linda were there helping Lori make dinner. It is a big job, I know. It is great that her parents live so close and can visit regularly and have influence on the grand kids. I appreciate being so close as well. I read a story book with Kimball. It was "SkippyJon Jones and the Mummy." He loved it. I did too.

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