Stripling Warriors' Mom: Lunch at the Lion House Pantry

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Temple Square and Conference Center

My amazing grandchildren enjoying the Temple Square experience

Austin, Kaleb, James, Aislyn, Ella, Cole, Ethan, Parker (all) McIntire

This is an inside view of the Conference Center in Salt Lake City. We went up as a group with Michael, Joanna, their boys, Beth and the boys and Tess. Candice and their kids, and Tracie with her younger three joined us as well. We took the short tour of the Conference Center, since it is a long tour. We opted to see the huge meeting room first, and got to spend about a half hour there before going to Temple Square.

It was almost 44 years ago next month, that I first visited this same place as an investigator. Although I did not know I was one at the time. It was just a few months before the LDS missionaries came knocking at our door to ask if we would like to know more. Yes! I did. The rest is history.

It was such a great feeling to be there and see all the exhibits with my now third generation of members of the Church in our family, my grand children. We all had a good time, and enjoyed lunch at the Lion House Pantry, cafeteria style.

The grand kids enjoyed the time there and the exhibits. I will post some of the pictures I took, later.

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