Having Served as a Cub Master and in the Cub Scouts program for almost 20 years now, I'm one of those people who can appreciate that often you need more than just a plan to have a successful gathering. Almost ALWAYS more important than the Plan itself is the ability to adapt to random changes you don't anticipate. Keeping the Spirit of Cubscouts in mind, helps... Being inflexible or fixated on doing the Plan the way it was planned often leads to a spirit of contention and discontent, which drives away the Spirit. Ironically, it may have even been that same Spirit that helped you create that plan in the first place, but when that plan becomes more important than the people it was intended to serve... that's when things have the potential to backfire.
I love how in the Book of Mosiah (Chapter 1 and 2), in the Book of Mormon, King Benjamin makes a plan. Still, despite his best intentions and great wisdom, the plans don't quite work out the way the old king intended. He builds a tower to declare his message to his people. His plan was pretty good, I'm sure, but then it turns out, there are more people attending the gathering than can hear his voice, so he has scribes write down his words and then shout them to the gatherings nearby, so that they can be heard by all the multitudes.
Not only does he prepare physically, but he prepares the people spiritually by telling them to listen to his words and not "trifle" with them. (Mosiah Chapter 2 verse 9). He sets the mood. He explains why he's been a good king, what's made him a good leader, and then he delivers his message.
A good leader therefore has a vision, a duty, and a plan. He can also adapt his plans when things don't go according to that plan. Finally, a good leader anticipates the needs of his people and is upright, respecting the same words and laws he gives to his subordinates. King Benjamin was definitely such a leader. (Some more verses about the kind of king Benjamin was)... So be flexible in the service of God and you might just turn out to be a decent leader too.
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Studying the Book of Mormon.
Hey all.
It's been forever. We're reading the Book of Mormon as a family again... If anyone has any ideas on how to make it better for your family, post ideas. It seems my kids just want to sleep through it, either morning or evening.
Loves to all.
--Ray
It's been forever. We're reading the Book of Mormon as a family again... If anyone has any ideas on how to make it better for your family, post ideas. It seems my kids just want to sleep through it, either morning or evening.
Loves to all.
--Ray
Friday, January 10, 2014
Christmas Program Puppet Show for 2013
It's been forever since I posted anything to this blog, mainly because I keep forgetting I set it up, and because facebook is kind of a blog already.
The following is my puppetshow script converted to a blog post (Formatting might be funky). It occurred to me it's a Book of Mormon CHristmas program, so it fits this blog pretty well... The actual performance had a lot of issues. There were too many puppets in the Nephite Set, not to mention the young men were not experienced thespians (an understatement) so most of the meat of their conversations died like a... well... Still I think the message is a strong and fun. Hopefully I'll get a chance to redo it just some family night and we'll post a video of it someday. Either way it was a fun activity and I'm hoping folks had a good time. Happy (late) Holidays...
Keep your Christmas Eyes – By Ray Bingham
The following is my puppetshow script converted to a blog post (Formatting might be funky). It occurred to me it's a Book of Mormon CHristmas program, so it fits this blog pretty well... The actual performance had a lot of issues. There were too many puppets in the Nephite Set, not to mention the young men were not experienced thespians (an understatement) so most of the meat of their conversations died like a... well... Still I think the message is a strong and fun. Hopefully I'll get a chance to redo it just some family night and we'll post a video of it someday. Either way it was a fun activity and I'm hoping folks had a good time. Happy (late) Holidays...
Keep your Christmas Eyes – By Ray Bingham
Cast of Characters: (* means has speaking part...)
- GirlQ *
- DadQ *
- MomQ *
- Samuel the Lamanite *
- 3 Bow (one should be sparkly) and 3 Arrows
- Nephite Disbeliever1 (ND1) *
- Nephite Disbeliever2 (ND2) *
- Nephite Disbeliever3 (ND3) *
- Governor *
- Nephi *
- Believer 1 (B1) *
- Believer 2 (B2) *
- Believer 3 (B3) *
- Bystander *
- Curelom
- Cumom
- Mary
- Joseph
- Angels (multiple)
- Shepherds (multiple
- Sheep (multiple)
- Dog
- Cow
- Donkey
- The Sun
- Christmas Star
- Scriptures
Three Backdrops for Three differenent Puppet Stages –
- Modern Set
- Zarahemla Backdrop with a “Wall”.
- Bethlehem and a Stable
[Modern Set: MomQ,
DadQ]
Lighting Needs – A spotlight of some sort.
MomQ: Come help
me put up the Christmas tree!
GirlQ: I’m not doing Christmas this year!
DadQ: What?
GirlQ: I said,
I’m not doing Christmas!
MomQ: You don’t
have a choice, dear.
DadQ: Christmas comes each year whether you want it
to or not.
GirlQ: I just don’t see the point.
MomQ: And there were shepherds watching their flocks
by night. And Lo! The Angel of the Lord…
(Shepherds and Sheep start
popping up on Bethlehem set…)
GirlQ: NO! Not
that! Mom! Stop!
DadQ: Is this about a boy?
GirlQ: Nah.
It’s all just dumb.
DadQ: Missing
your Christmas Eyes, are ya?
GirlQ: My what?
DadQ: Your
Christmas Eyes. Sounds like the Gingerbread Goblin has stolen your Christmas
eyes.
GirlQ:
(exasperated) Dad!?
DadQ: Every year
around Christmas, the Gingerbread Goblin rises from the crumbs of uneaten
gingerbread houses—you know those houses that have all the candy picked off of
them?--with an insatiable appetite for Christmas eyes.
GirlQ: That’s so
wrong Dad.
DadQ: Yep. THe
Gingerbread Goblin is one wicked creature. Like the Elf on the Shelf, only not
so creepy.
GirlQ: See, Dad,
that’s what gets me. There’s so much to Christmas, I just don’t want to do it
this year. I don’t know what’s real, and what isn’t… all of it runs together…
it’s just not fun like it once was.
MomQ: Fine. I’ll
take back your presents.
GirlQ: There’s
Santa and his Elf on the Shelf, the naughty and nice list, gingerbread houses…
DadQ: Not to
mention the goblin!
GirlQ: Frosty the
Snowman, Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, Jack Frost, Candy canes, Christmas
Trees, Sugar Plum Fairies, Nutcrackers, Toylands, Penguins and every show has a
Christmas Special…
DadQ: My favorite
was the Star Wars Christmas Special.
GirlQ: There’s
Channuka and Qwanzaa and New Years and Mary, Joseph, Angels, Shepherds, Baby
Jesus, Wreaths and Lights, Snow and Mistletoe….
DadQ: Another
personal favorite.
GirlQ: Eggnog,
Christmas Dances and parties, White Elephants, Stockings, New Pajamas, Yule Logs,
Decorations, Poinsettas, Fruit Cake, Silver Bells, Stars, Mangers, Pageants,
Carols, and even Christmas Breakfast. It’s all one big confusing mess.
DadQ: I tell you,
you’ve lost your Christmas Eyes. You just don’t see the point, but this has
always been the problem with Christmas.
GirlQ: C’mon Dad.
MomQ: Your Dad
probably has a point. It won’t kill you to listen to him.
DadQ: Though if you did, I might die of shock.
GirlQ: Fine.
What’s your point?
DadQ: Ever since
the first Christmas people all over the world have been trying to figure it
out. They try to picture it in their minds.
GirlQ: Well, if I
had been there, I wouldn’t have trouble picturing it.
DadQ: You would
if you lived in that time. People didn’t expect Christmas to happen the way it
did. The Greatest event in all the history of the world was pretty sneaky—if
you ask me. It’s easy to disbelieve it, or embellish it, if you aren’t careful.
MomQ: I think I
get what your dad’s saying. Consider the Nephites.
DadQ: The perfect
example!
GirlQ: Now wait a
sec. The Nephites lived in America. They didn’t see the first Christmas!
DadQ: Precisely!
The Nephites were looking for the sign of Christmas.
MomQ: And God provided special witnesses to come and
tell the people. These special witnesses are called Prophets. And this prophet
was Samuel the Lamanite.
Doodley-doodley-doodley
– Transition to Nephite Set…
Samuel the Lamanite: (on Nephite City Wall) – “And as a Sign
of his birth there shall be a day and a night and a day without darkness”.
Nephite Disbeliever
1: Yeah Right! And then I’ll blow my
nose and the magic Curelom will come out smelling like the lilies and rainbows!
[Other Nephites
Disbelievers start laughing. ]
MomQ: But most of
the Nephites refused to believe the wonders predicted by Samuel. He was a
lamanite, and the wicked Nephites believed they were better than the Lamanites
because they were born Nephites...
Nephite Disbeliever 2: (shouts): “We were born Nephites, so we’re better
than you!”
Nephite Disbeliever
1: “I know! Let’s do with him what we should do to all Lamanites! Kill him!”
Nephite Disbeliever
3: I bet I can hit him with my bow!
[One puppet Arrows shoot, but he misses him. All the
other disbelievers start laughing.]
ND2: Give me that
bow! You couldn’t hit the fat side of a cumom!
[ND2’s takes bow and
arrow and shoots, but misses.]
ND1: Bah! The
problem is his bow is made of wood. Look at this bow! It’s made of ziff! Not
only does it shoot further, it’s been blessed by the jaguar god, and it never
misses! [ND1 pulls out a sparkly bow.] Time to get my sparkle on!
ND3: You can’t miss
with a bow that’s THAT Sparkly!
ND2: Sparkle!
Sparkle!
ND1: Let’s see him
prophesy with arrows sticking out of him!
[He shoots a sparkly arrow and
misses.] What!? I never miss. Did you mess with my bow?
ND3: I know!
Let’s all shoot him at the same time!
[ND2 and ND3, join ND1
all start shooting their bows. And they
all miss.]
Bystander: It’s a miracle! That guy really is a prophet!
That means God’s Son, Christ, is coming to live on earth! I’d better get
baptized.
ND1: No! That’s what they want you to believe.
ND2: Yeah, I was just having a bad day. Um. Don’t
believe that Lamanite.
ND3: Stop! Come
back! Don’t wimp out! Baptism is for
losers!
Bystander: I
think I know a loser when I see one.
[ND1,2,3 are all
fuming mad, shaking with crazy rage.]
[Back to Modern Stage]
MomQ: And so it
was that the stage was set. Samuel had prophecied that within six years the
Redeemer of the World would come and signs unlike nothing they had ever seen
would accompany his birth.
DadQ: But the
disbelievers they didn’t give up. They tried everything to keep the Nephites
from believing.
MomQ: After five
years of Samuel the Lamanite coming, like many nonbelievers who should have
known better, they could not simply let it go. They made it their mission to
destroy anyone that believed in what had embarrassed them that day.
DadQ: But the true
believers, they held on. They waited for the signs and wonders foretold by the
prophets of God.
MomQ: And foremost of those prophets was a man
named Nephi.
[Back to Nephite Stage,
Nephi stands by himself, just outside of the Zarahemla set, Then the three believers
Believer1, Believer 2 and Believer3 run up to Nephi.]
Believer1 - “Nephi!
Nephi! They’re doing it again.”
Believer2 – They hate
us just because we believe in the Christ.
Believer3 – They
remember Samuel, and say the signs will never happen.
Believer2 – They
have a plan.
Believer1 –
They’ve been talking with the new Governor.
Believer3 –
They’ve been spending a lot of money. They’re going to announce something big.
Nephi – Be not
afraid, only believe. The whole meaning of Christ is Salvation. Surely he will
save us if we believe. Let’s go see what
they’re planning.
Believer 1 – This
way!
[They Run to
Zarahemla, where the newly appointed Governor (Use same puppet as Non-Believer
3) is on the same wall as Samuel the Lamanite was standing. This time he’s
announcing to the people gathered below. (Have an assortment of believers,
including Bystander) The Believer puppets and Nephi join to listen…]
Governor – And so in conclusion, I am but one man who
cares for all of you. I care for your children. Do you want them growing up
thinking such nonsense? It is for the good of all that we put them out of their
misery. Clearly the time that hater of our country, Samuel the Lamanite, spoke
of has passed, and yet have we seen a single day and a night and a day with no
night? I think not. That is because he is a liar and has used the foolish
traditions of our fathers to fool those
in our land with weak minds. So for your good and to keep our society safe from
weak minds, I propose this anti-Christ movement as a way to purify our fair
nation. They’ve had their time. It’s our time now. Come tomorrow those who will
not deny their beliefs in Christ will be put to death!
ND2 – Let’s see
if our Arrows miss them then!
ND3 – Plenty of
Target Practice!
ND1- Yeah! I’ve
been practicing. I can hit a Cumom at fifty paces.
Believer1 –
Nephi! They’re going to kill us.
Believer2- We
should fight.
Believer3 – But
the governor commands the Nephite Armies. We’d be slain.
Believer 1- Maybe
we could pretend not to believe. We could meet in secret.
Believer2- Like a
Gadianton Robber!? They are the scourge of this land. Surely that would only
give the Governor and the people more reason to hate us.
Believer3 – Maybe
we can work something out, like maybe just deny Samuel’s words. He’s a lamanite
and they might be appeased if we just deny those words which made them mad.
Nephi – Brother
Samuel was inspired of God. His words are the words of truth. You cannot just
choose to believe a part of the words of God, while rejecting other parts.
That’s the path of apostasy. A bit like chopping off your own head and hoping
to stay alive.
Believer1 – But,
if we remain true, we will be put to death.
Nephi – Be at
peace. Go to your homes and pray. We must I will inquire of the Lord as to what
we should do.
Nephite Disbeliever 1
[in a sweet voice]– Hi. We’re part of
the Council of Concerned Citizens
against Christ.
ND3 - We’d like
you to sign this petition, renouncing your belief in Christ.
ND2 - It will
save your life.
[ND1, ND2 and ND3
start laughing, evilly. ]
[Nephi climbs to the top of the wall and starts to
cry out to god.]
Nephi - “OH Great
Father! Heal this people of their blindness.”
ND2 – C’mon!
Let’s go sharpen our arrows. We’re going to need lots of em.
ND1 – Yeah! Let
them pray! Pray to your imaginary god.
ND3 – Crazy old
man. Pray away!
[ND1 and ND2 and ND3
run away laughing. Nephi stays on the
wall praying… He stays up there during the whole next part of the story…]
DadQ – So Nephi
prayed. In fact, it says he raised his voice and cried to the Lord all day
long.
GirlQ – All day!?
That must’ve been some prayer.
MomQ - And that’s when the Lord spoke to
Nephi. [MomQ lifts scriptures, then
reads the case. In Zarahemla map, have Nephi standing alone, and a light
shines. The sun should be visible in the sky.]
DadQ – The very
day they asked, the day they had to know, the day it mattered most, God
answered. Imagine. Even though Christ
was ready to be born into the world the very next day, he did not forget his believers
on the other side of the world.
GirlQ – Cool!
DadQ – In fact it
says, “on the morrow come I into the world, to show unto
the world that I will fulfill all that which I have caused to be spoken by the mouth of my holy prophets.”
GirlQ – The Lord supports his prophets, too.
MomQ – So Nephi
spread the word of the Lord. And the believers held their breath for the very
first Christmas, hoping with their very lives that they had put their faith in
something more than a story made up by parents with overactive imaginations.
DadQ – [Sun
puppet goes up in Zarahemla, then down and the light should stay] So that
night, the sun went down and the people were amazed. For the night was full of
light.
MomQ – For the
Lord of Light was born.
DadQ – [The Three Nephite Disbelievers and the
Governor All pop up now… ] The evil disbelievers suddenly knew, like all
the rest of the nation that those who had believed were right! They were so
astonished that they fainted.
ND1, ND2, ND3 and
Governor [cry out] - “Aaaaaa!” and faint dramatically.
KidQ –They faint
a lot in the Book of Mormon.
DadQ - For they
knew that all the things they despised and fought against their whole lives
were true. They knew that There was a God. And that God had been born in the
flesh. Imagine! Faith became knowledge.
[In Bethlehem: As they
talk… Set up the Nativity Scene in Bethlehem – Quietly, (no noise) Reenact the
Angels appearing to the Shepherds and the shepherds going to Joseph and Mary in
Jerusalem]
DadQ - They might
not have known that in Bethlehem Angels were singing to Shepherds, or that
Jesus was being born in a stable, but they knew the Savior of the World had
been born.
MomQ –This
Christmas, if you feel overwhelmed by the Gingerbread Goblin, or Santa,
Mistletoe, or the Christmas Trees, don’t worry about it. You simply don’ t have
to do that part. The Nephites had none of that. Focus on the Savior, Jesus
Christ. Choose the traditions that make your heart happy.
DadQ – The
Traditions that open your Christmas Eyes, because it isn’t a magical monster
that steals your ability to see the beauty of the Savior’s birth, it is the
choices we make and the traditions we choose to follow.
MomQ - Just like
the Nephites, you can always trust in God’s prophets. Like President Monson said just this year, “Let us make Christmas a time of rejoicing and
celebration, a time to share the marvelous truth that Almighty God sent His
Son, Jesus Christ, to redeem the world! May the joy of that knowledge be with
each of us this Christmas season and throughout the coming year.”
GirlQ – Thanks
Mom and Dad! I get it now… I don’t have to worry about boys or your stupid
Gingerbread Goblin… This will be a great Christmas because I remember Christ… It will be my Nephite Christmas…
[Big puppet finale - All
Puppets UP, INCLUDING THE EVIL ONES…- everyone sings primary song:
1 1- Said Samuel,
"Within five years
A night will be as
day,
And Baby Jesus will be
born
In a land far, far
away."
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Oh, let us gladly
sing.
How blessed that our
Lord was born;
Let earth receive her
King!
2- Across the sea, in
Bethlehem,
Lord Jesus came to
earth
As Samuel had
prophesied,
And angels sang His
birth.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Oh, let us gladly
sing.
How blessed that our
Lord was born;
Let earth receive her
King!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Be Kind to God
Today in family scripture time, we discussed this verse...
Mosiah 3: 17 And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God.
Observing that all people have a spark of divinity in them, when we are kind to one another, we are demonstrating the ability to be kind to God.
I liked that. Be Kind to God by treating even the least of his children with kindness.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
A Curious Seer is a dead Seer...
Mosiah 8:13 Now Ammon said unto him: I can assuredly tell thee, O king, of a man that can atranslate the records; for he has wherewith that he can look, and translate all records that are of ancient date; and it is a gift from God. And the things are called binterpreters, and no man can look in them except he be commanded, lest he should look for that he ought not and he should perish. And whosoever is commanded to look in them, the same is called cseer.
Whenever I read the scripture above, I am always curious about what exactly one might see if they looked for things they shouldn't--in these interpreters.
I've thought about what it might be and how this might relate to today. Today we have an assortment of things available for our viewing pleasures. Could these interpreters be like a television set, with infinite channels on any topic? If so I'd probably never want to turn it off--I'd probably be like those people who get so into playing their online games, that they forget to eat and perish. Or could it be like the internet full of the potential to see an assortment of facts but also every nasty notion that comes into the minds of men, like pornography or murders? That would certainly corrupt a man to destruction. Or could it be that one might be tempted to see the minds of people, so that no one would be safe with their thoughts--cuz the seer would know everything they were thinking and would not afford people their own privacy? That could get a seer in trouble. Or could it be that a seer might look into the future and predict things to come, enabling him to profit or perhaps robbing men of their ability to choose?
What are the things? I HAVE TO KNOW!!
Oh wait. I guess I now know the end result of Ray the Seer... I would probably be the first to perish.
Heh.
Whenever I read the scripture above, I am always curious about what exactly one might see if they looked for things they shouldn't--in these interpreters.
I've thought about what it might be and how this might relate to today. Today we have an assortment of things available for our viewing pleasures. Could these interpreters be like a television set, with infinite channels on any topic? If so I'd probably never want to turn it off--I'd probably be like those people who get so into playing their online games, that they forget to eat and perish. Or could it be like the internet full of the potential to see an assortment of facts but also every nasty notion that comes into the minds of men, like pornography or murders? That would certainly corrupt a man to destruction. Or could it be that one might be tempted to see the minds of people, so that no one would be safe with their thoughts--cuz the seer would know everything they were thinking and would not afford people their own privacy? That could get a seer in trouble. Or could it be that a seer might look into the future and predict things to come, enabling him to profit or perhaps robbing men of their ability to choose?
What are the things? I HAVE TO KNOW!!
Oh wait. I guess I now know the end result of Ray the Seer... I would probably be the first to perish.
Heh.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Two Desires of God
Alma 32:22 is one of those scriptures that I think gets overlooked because of the scripture prior to it (which is a commonly memorized scripture because it defines faith), but looking carefully at this one I see two interesting aspects.
Thanks, and may we all be more believing--that we may obtain God's mercy.
- Alma tells us to remember that God is Merciful to those who believe on his name.
- Alma tells us one of the desires of God: That we believe on his word.
God desires to be merciful.If you've ever wondered what God wants, this scripture verse reveals two aspects of God's desires. I think that's significant. I think I'll be looking for other things God wants, as I continue to study the Book of Mormon, perhaps I'll remember to note them here. If you find scripture references you'd like to share, regarding the nature of God's desires, please note them in the comment sections of this thread.
Thanks, and may we all be more believing--that we may obtain God's mercy.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The Obstacle of Envy
Perhaps the sin I struggle with the most is Envy. I've had a lot of them, I know, but at the root of many of them is Envy. (Fear is also a big one.)
Envy is a spiritual obstacle. It's so easy to fall into it and not even realize that that's what I'm doing. I grew up in a family that was huge on competition. My parents are both very capable and formidable people who've had success in the world and in their personal lives. From the outside, anyhow, they sure look like they have everything figured out. I grew up often feeling as though I never quite measured up to their expectations, in the shadow of other siblings, though I'm the oldest. Never quite fast enough, or sporty enough to make the cut. I see now that I coveted those attributes without seeing the good that I could contribute... without being satisfied with my own talents and abilities.
What's funny is that people who know me personally are always heaping on me all sorts of accolades about my many talents in music, art, writing, or intellectual pursuits, but the irony is that a part of me secretly dissatisfied with all of these things, because in my mind they were things I did because I couldn't measure up to the things I thought everyone wanted me to do.
Also, for me, if I see another getting away with things I know that I never could, I think a part of me wishes I was them, that I could do just as abominably as them and not experience the consequences as it appears they don't experience.
The ability to show empathy, I believe, can also be tripped up by envy. Empathy is an ability to put yourself into the mind and life of others, generally so that we can relate to them. This ability helps many learn to forgive another--because they can see things from their perspective. Envy can foul that up though. When we put ourselves into the lives of others and then like their lives better than our own, that's when Envy has won.
The process of envy works like such:
1. Compare (A thing, A situation, A characteristic, A behavior, A talent)
2. Place high esteem or Value on the Compared Item.
3. Assess Self as lacking the same Value.
4. Dissatisfaction with Self/Lust for the Compared Value. --> Self Hatred and Fixation
5. Then repeat steps 3 and 4 forever...
Steps 1 and 2 appear are actually healthy steps. Step 3 CAN be healthy, but it depends on whether we determine inwardly to improve ourselves while remaining satisfied with ourselves in the process. If we don't then we hit this sort of downward spiral that leads to a sort of damnation--an inability to be satisfied--our ability to progress is halted on the fixation of the one characteristic or item we cannot seem to obtain to our own strangely high preset level of satisfaction.
In some cases we can almost skip steps 1 and 2 and go right to 3 and 4, if we're told by another that we're lacking and we simply believe it. And how often are we told by the world that we simply don't measure up?
I also think there's nothing wrong in comparisons with others, if done with an eye of faith in one's own ability to improve and better oneself. But there must be an element of righteousness in it. This is the very essence of intelligence, and when we compare ourselves to virtuous things and then strive to achieve them, we're engaging in a healthy process (assuming of course that we don't envy those virtues). Learning is often done by seeing a behavior, idea, talent or characteristic in someone else modeled, and then we in our infantile way try to copy it. Without the ability to compare we would not be able to learn.
What's funny is that often we envy the very things that would destroy us... spiritually, physically, mentally... you name it, we are capable of doing it all.
And that brings us to my Book of Mormon scripture today. The first part of Alma Chapter 32 states that there were these people who were financially destitute. They worked with their community to build some great and spacious church (called Rameumpton), and when it was completed they were not allowed to use it. They then got so frustrated with their situation that they apparently stopped worshiping God altogether.
The irony is that had they been allowed to worship in the way the rest of the rich Zoramites worshiped, they would've been engaging in the sin of idolatry and worshiping a false god. Their poverty actually protected them from a terrible spiritual trap, but of course they didn't see it that way. Ultimately because of their poverty and belief in Alma and Amulek and other Nephite missionaries, they will be cast out of the land, which might be another reason to feel spiteful, except that they cast right into a land filled with generous and converted people who nourished them and gave them all that they wanted to live. Ultimately God's blessing to these poor people are inestimable. They received the precious light of faith in Christ, were reminded that they could pray always in every circumstance and didn't need what they envied, and were even healed and made rich temporally through the generosity of their afflictions.
I take from this story a need to examine my own life. What are the things I envy? Are they holding me back from greater blessings? It's time for me to sweep away those obstacles and move forward in faith that whatever tough times come, they are for my blessing and benefit. I have the perfect example in Christ Jesus, who never succumbed to envy, and descended the lowest most humiliating circumstances in order to accomplish the greatest work of love ever conceived.
Envy is a spiritual obstacle. It's so easy to fall into it and not even realize that that's what I'm doing. I grew up in a family that was huge on competition. My parents are both very capable and formidable people who've had success in the world and in their personal lives. From the outside, anyhow, they sure look like they have everything figured out. I grew up often feeling as though I never quite measured up to their expectations, in the shadow of other siblings, though I'm the oldest. Never quite fast enough, or sporty enough to make the cut. I see now that I coveted those attributes without seeing the good that I could contribute... without being satisfied with my own talents and abilities.
What's funny is that people who know me personally are always heaping on me all sorts of accolades about my many talents in music, art, writing, or intellectual pursuits, but the irony is that a part of me secretly dissatisfied with all of these things, because in my mind they were things I did because I couldn't measure up to the things I thought everyone wanted me to do.
Also, for me, if I see another getting away with things I know that I never could, I think a part of me wishes I was them, that I could do just as abominably as them and not experience the consequences as it appears they don't experience.
The ability to show empathy, I believe, can also be tripped up by envy. Empathy is an ability to put yourself into the mind and life of others, generally so that we can relate to them. This ability helps many learn to forgive another--because they can see things from their perspective. Envy can foul that up though. When we put ourselves into the lives of others and then like their lives better than our own, that's when Envy has won.
The process of envy works like such:
1. Compare (A thing, A situation, A characteristic, A behavior, A talent)
2. Place high esteem or Value on the Compared Item.
3. Assess Self as lacking the same Value.
4. Dissatisfaction with Self/Lust for the Compared Value. --> Self Hatred and Fixation
5. Then repeat steps 3 and 4 forever...
Steps 1 and 2 appear are actually healthy steps. Step 3 CAN be healthy, but it depends on whether we determine inwardly to improve ourselves while remaining satisfied with ourselves in the process. If we don't then we hit this sort of downward spiral that leads to a sort of damnation--an inability to be satisfied--our ability to progress is halted on the fixation of the one characteristic or item we cannot seem to obtain to our own strangely high preset level of satisfaction.
In some cases we can almost skip steps 1 and 2 and go right to 3 and 4, if we're told by another that we're lacking and we simply believe it. And how often are we told by the world that we simply don't measure up?
I also think there's nothing wrong in comparisons with others, if done with an eye of faith in one's own ability to improve and better oneself. But there must be an element of righteousness in it. This is the very essence of intelligence, and when we compare ourselves to virtuous things and then strive to achieve them, we're engaging in a healthy process (assuming of course that we don't envy those virtues). Learning is often done by seeing a behavior, idea, talent or characteristic in someone else modeled, and then we in our infantile way try to copy it. Without the ability to compare we would not be able to learn.
What's funny is that often we envy the very things that would destroy us... spiritually, physically, mentally... you name it, we are capable of doing it all.
And that brings us to my Book of Mormon scripture today. The first part of Alma Chapter 32 states that there were these people who were financially destitute. They worked with their community to build some great and spacious church (called Rameumpton), and when it was completed they were not allowed to use it. They then got so frustrated with their situation that they apparently stopped worshiping God altogether.
The irony is that had they been allowed to worship in the way the rest of the rich Zoramites worshiped, they would've been engaging in the sin of idolatry and worshiping a false god. Their poverty actually protected them from a terrible spiritual trap, but of course they didn't see it that way. Ultimately because of their poverty and belief in Alma and Amulek and other Nephite missionaries, they will be cast out of the land, which might be another reason to feel spiteful, except that they cast right into a land filled with generous and converted people who nourished them and gave them all that they wanted to live. Ultimately God's blessing to these poor people are inestimable. They received the precious light of faith in Christ, were reminded that they could pray always in every circumstance and didn't need what they envied, and were even healed and made rich temporally through the generosity of their afflictions.
I take from this story a need to examine my own life. What are the things I envy? Are they holding me back from greater blessings? It's time for me to sweep away those obstacles and move forward in faith that whatever tough times come, they are for my blessing and benefit. I have the perfect example in Christ Jesus, who never succumbed to envy, and descended the lowest most humiliating circumstances in order to accomplish the greatest work of love ever conceived.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Still his brethren
Alma 17:2 - is a bittersweet scripture for me. I have friends that I have loved and drawn close to--and nothing makes me rejoice more than to know they're still trying to live the Gospel. Sadly, however, the reverse of this sentiment is what happens when I run into a friend of ages past, only to find they've completely abandoned their testimony. It's so disappointing. The excuses are there. Or there's an emptiness in them--something they cannot even tell me, but I know it's gone. It's a hard thing. It leaves me feeling lost and disconnected--something that was once a substantial part of our friendship has died. While those that have remained faithful only seem to have grown greater--and it's almost as though we'd never left one another.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
What's the Value in Knowing?
I've been thinking a lot lately about a concept in reality called Sacrifice. It seems that anything worth having requires some form of sacrifice. The ancient Israelites, and even before, lived a law of sacrifices. In a way, sacrifice is evidence of value. For anything we obtain that is of worth requires us to "pay a price" for it.
When Christ was upon the earth he gave many parables likening the Kingdom of God to a treasure, or a pearl of great price, or something of great worth. In those cases those who sought to possess it, had to sacrifice other things they possessed to keep it.
And of course who can forget this one from Matthew Chapter 6?
When I consider of what value is my testimony, I do find myself humbled by the unapproachable faith of the Lamanites who believed the teachings of Ammon, Aaron, Omner and Himni--and other Nephites.
I love King Anti-Nephi-Lehi's explanation in verse 14:
When Christ was upon the earth he gave many parables likening the Kingdom of God to a treasure, or a pearl of great price, or something of great worth. In those cases those who sought to possess it, had to sacrifice other things they possessed to keep it.
And of course who can forget this one from Matthew Chapter 6?
19 ¶ Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:Perhaps the most stirring example of this sacrifice is a passage that always brings me to tears in the Book of Mormon. It is found in Alma Chapter 24. I could probably discuss a dozen different things about this chapter, but what strikes me lately is the willingness to sacrifice for what they valued most--not their lives, and not even the lives of their brethren, but what they valued most was a knowledge that they were forgiven of their sins. They valued their testimony.
20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
When I consider of what value is my testimony, I do find myself humbled by the unapproachable faith of the Lamanites who believed the teachings of Ammon, Aaron, Omner and Himni--and other Nephites.
I love King Anti-Nephi-Lehi's explanation in verse 14:
14 And the great God has had mercy on us, and made these things known unto us that we might not perish; yea, and he has made these things known unto us beforehand, because he loveth our souls as well as he loveth our children; therefore, in his mercy he doth visit us by his angels, that the plan of salvation might be made known unto us as well as unto future generations.
I love how it is clear here what they value more than any other thing. They value knowing. They were so long in the dark, and that understanding was worth more to them than their own lives. They had real testimonies--and it was real to them--so much so that they would praise God in the very moment they were being cut down in brutal succession. So the AntiNephiLehites chose death at the hands of a heartless army that mistrusted them and hated them and wished revenge against a people they were taught to hate--probably for the same darkness and hatred that the AntiNephiLehites had lived in before they were blessed to experience "the marvelous light of God."
To them the very risk of committing sin did fill their hearts with such loathing that they would sacrifice their lives.
So naturally I ask myself, How can I develop that kind of faith? How can I live my life now that I know?
In order to answer that question, I suppose I must ask what sort of things brought me into darkness. Contention? Immorality? Idleness? Pride? And in what ways do I bury the emblems of what brought me first to sin? How do I avoid them now that I know that they are not the way to happiness--now that I understand the steep price they have on others?
People may think I'm odd because I won't do what others do, but only my God and I know what my weaknesses are, and I want to have the faith that says that I value the things of God more than the things of men. I want to be a faithful lamanite. I want to bury my weapons deep in the earth, and never dig them up again. For my treasure is not buried, but burns bright in my heart, and I hope to never bury it again.
Therein is eternal Value.
--Ray
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The hardest job in the church
The Hardest Job in the Church...
I believe Alma 14 demonstrates what must be the most difficult job in the church... that of being a prophet of God. We humans are so prone to go contrary to God's will that God appointed prophets and consecrated priests (see Alma 13) to preach the Gospel and repentance through his Son Jesus Christ.
I've always kinda figured it would be great to be a prophet. I guess I just sorta glamorized the position. I mean you're on God's errand, right? I mean that makes you pretty much heaven-bound, right? And what about all those cool spiritual insights you'd know? Yeah, that's cool too... but then there's the ugly side of things...
Sadly, few folks actually listen to true prophets. Samuel the Lamanite (Helaman 13:26-27) pointed this out when he explained that when a prophet comes, you throw stones at them, but when a man comes in and tells you that everything is just peachy and you can do whatever it is you like, then you call that person a prophet and give him your money.
That's exactly what happened in the city of Ammonihah. These Ammonihahites were of the religion founded by Nehor. Essentially it was this: We give you money, you reassure us that we're going to heaven, no matter what we do. It's a pretty sweet deal, if you think about it. Really optimizes out all the bad parts of religion (the need to repent, lake of fire and brimstone, personal responsibility), focusing solely upon all the good parts (heaven, holidays, cool costumes, and feasting on ambrosia)... so where's the harm in that way of thinking?
Alma had the dubious responsibility of being the prophet and needing to call the whole city to repentance.
Sure he makes a lifelong friend, but consider what his preaching really sparks... because Alma preaches to the people, he incites a riot that ends up creating a pogrom, in which women and children are burned. Had Alma left the people alone, perhaps some of those lives would've been spared the destruction that the Lamanites eventually performed upon them.
Okay so it's a stretch, because we have the benefit of a whole bunch of chapter's perspective... we can see how the city is destroyed in the end, but imagine how you'd feel in the moment? You've just taught the people the need to repent, and as a reaction to YOUR WORDS, you get to watch your friend's wives and children burned in a great fire. Imagine yourself in that place? These followers of Nehor are PROVING they are right by doing whatever they darn well please, and no one can stop them. All spurred on in direct reaction to YOUR preaching. Wouldn't you at least be tempted to doubt your means of delivery? "Dang, perhaps I shouldn't've called them children of hell? Okay so sure, they're behaving like them, but perhaps my buddy Amulek's daughter wouldn't be dying if I'd just been a bit more... diplomatic about it?"
I bet that was just a lovely day for Alma and Amulek. You can almost feel the agony in Amulek's heart as he pleads with Alma to intervene, only to be told that God is allowing such attrocities to occur in order to preserve judgment against them. Their acts were their witness.
Anyhow it was something to think about... I just can't help but feel for Alma and Amulek in that moment. I admire Alma's courage to say and do the right things, despite the terrible consequences of their words. He left them no excuse, but in so doing, I believe I see his point, and cherish them... takes some seriously longterm spiritual perspective though, to consider that someone thousands of years later would even take notice.
Then again, that's what prophets do...
--Ray
I believe Alma 14 demonstrates what must be the most difficult job in the church... that of being a prophet of God. We humans are so prone to go contrary to God's will that God appointed prophets and consecrated priests (see Alma 13) to preach the Gospel and repentance through his Son Jesus Christ.
I've always kinda figured it would be great to be a prophet. I guess I just sorta glamorized the position. I mean you're on God's errand, right? I mean that makes you pretty much heaven-bound, right? And what about all those cool spiritual insights you'd know? Yeah, that's cool too... but then there's the ugly side of things...
Sadly, few folks actually listen to true prophets. Samuel the Lamanite (Helaman 13:26-27) pointed this out when he explained that when a prophet comes, you throw stones at them, but when a man comes in and tells you that everything is just peachy and you can do whatever it is you like, then you call that person a prophet and give him your money.
That's exactly what happened in the city of Ammonihah. These Ammonihahites were of the religion founded by Nehor. Essentially it was this: We give you money, you reassure us that we're going to heaven, no matter what we do. It's a pretty sweet deal, if you think about it. Really optimizes out all the bad parts of religion (the need to repent, lake of fire and brimstone, personal responsibility), focusing solely upon all the good parts (heaven, holidays, cool costumes, and feasting on ambrosia)... so where's the harm in that way of thinking?
Alma had the dubious responsibility of being the prophet and needing to call the whole city to repentance.
Sure he makes a lifelong friend, but consider what his preaching really sparks... because Alma preaches to the people, he incites a riot that ends up creating a pogrom, in which women and children are burned. Had Alma left the people alone, perhaps some of those lives would've been spared the destruction that the Lamanites eventually performed upon them.
Okay so it's a stretch, because we have the benefit of a whole bunch of chapter's perspective... we can see how the city is destroyed in the end, but imagine how you'd feel in the moment? You've just taught the people the need to repent, and as a reaction to YOUR WORDS, you get to watch your friend's wives and children burned in a great fire. Imagine yourself in that place? These followers of Nehor are PROVING they are right by doing whatever they darn well please, and no one can stop them. All spurred on in direct reaction to YOUR preaching. Wouldn't you at least be tempted to doubt your means of delivery? "Dang, perhaps I shouldn't've called them children of hell? Okay so sure, they're behaving like them, but perhaps my buddy Amulek's daughter wouldn't be dying if I'd just been a bit more... diplomatic about it?"
I bet that was just a lovely day for Alma and Amulek. You can almost feel the agony in Amulek's heart as he pleads with Alma to intervene, only to be told that God is allowing such attrocities to occur in order to preserve judgment against them. Their acts were their witness.
Anyhow it was something to think about... I just can't help but feel for Alma and Amulek in that moment. I admire Alma's courage to say and do the right things, despite the terrible consequences of their words. He left them no excuse, but in so doing, I believe I see his point, and cherish them... takes some seriously longterm spiritual perspective though, to consider that someone thousands of years later would even take notice.
Then again, that's what prophets do...
--Ray
Monday, June 16, 2008
King Mosiah and Nehor: Cause and Effect
Mosiah 29 and Alma 1:
Ever been unhappy with a church leader? Ever known a fellow you thought would make a much better leader? Ever wondered why we can't just replace them and create the church any old way?
Nehor did.
In mosiah chapter 29, King Mosiah establishes a new government among his people. Needless to say this great social change is extraordinary in the history of the people of the earth, and worthy of greater preponderance, but what I found interesting to consider is the consequences of that change on the people of Nephi.
Because the people were given say over their own government, rather than requiring a king to make all their decisions, Satan took advantage of them and their newfound freedom IMMEDIATELY. (Nehor appears in the FIRST YEAR of the reign of the judges, you'd think they'd get at least a year or two reprieve, but NOOOOOooooOOOOOooo...)
I don't know if you've ever read the arrival of Nehor and his new religion as anything related to Mosiah's righteous choice to give the people more responsibility in their own governance, but it is my opinion that this is exactly what made it possible for Nehor to take such advantage over the people.
The people had just been given the power to vote. In that process, judges had to run for positions, based upon popularity, because they were appointed "by the voice of the people". Their competence and their eloquence, their "righteousness" or character were all aspects of their appeal to the people. (see the process executed in verses Mosiah 29:38-39)
This event gave the people a great sense of power. It was exciting! They held Mosiah in great esteem because of it. A power that Satan wasted no time in using against the people. (see Mosiah 29:40)
So then along comes Nehor. He was a big man. Strong. Probably a man admired or envied by many a man. It is not clear he had ANYTHING to do with politics, but He was a religious man who did not like how things were running in the church. He was a man of great pride. (see Alma 1:2,6) He taught a very popular doctrine--one of universal salvation. Leaving aside the contradictory nature of why you would need any sort of religion if everyone was automatically saved, consider that his main thrust was that priests themselves ought to be popular. (see Alma 1: 3-4)
Nehor's pride fueled him to overstep his bounds. He killed a man who withstood Nehor's preaching. In fact, he killed, Gideon, a man who'd chased King Noah up a tower, and was a fierce patriot for the people. A man who no doubt understood the dangers of Nehor's type of thinking. (see Alma 1:7-10)
This desire to make priests paid and popular is precisely the process the judges had to go through in order to obtain their positions in the government. Since the government and religion were closely tied together (King Mosiah was a seer, and the fact that he gave up on kings is no doubt inspired by his translation of the Book of Ether (well, that and the bad example of King Noah).), it is not a big shock then that Nehor thought he could "make matters better" (aka. take advantage of...) by encouraging others to do the same thing in the church.
Why not? If the people had a say in the government, why not the church?
I've found that Satan is always ready to take the best of the Lord's blessings and push us all just a bit too far with them... make us think we deserve them, that such exceptions are the rules, and making rules exceptions.
I find it remarkable just how consistent the Book of Mormon is when you look for Cause and Effect. (I've discussed how Captain Moroni's actions against traitors directly led to the adoption of secret combinations by those who chose wickedness... a generation later...) Yet such lessons are not stated outright, one has to search for them, and these hidden stories, imo, are just as interesting as some of those that are stated outright.
--Ray
Ever been unhappy with a church leader? Ever known a fellow you thought would make a much better leader? Ever wondered why we can't just replace them and create the church any old way?
Nehor did.
In mosiah chapter 29, King Mosiah establishes a new government among his people. Needless to say this great social change is extraordinary in the history of the people of the earth, and worthy of greater preponderance, but what I found interesting to consider is the consequences of that change on the people of Nephi.
Because the people were given say over their own government, rather than requiring a king to make all their decisions, Satan took advantage of them and their newfound freedom IMMEDIATELY. (Nehor appears in the FIRST YEAR of the reign of the judges, you'd think they'd get at least a year or two reprieve, but NOOOOOooooOOOOOooo...)
I don't know if you've ever read the arrival of Nehor and his new religion as anything related to Mosiah's righteous choice to give the people more responsibility in their own governance, but it is my opinion that this is exactly what made it possible for Nehor to take such advantage over the people.
The people had just been given the power to vote. In that process, judges had to run for positions, based upon popularity, because they were appointed "by the voice of the people". Their competence and their eloquence, their "righteousness" or character were all aspects of their appeal to the people. (see the process executed in verses Mosiah 29:38-39)
This event gave the people a great sense of power. It was exciting! They held Mosiah in great esteem because of it. A power that Satan wasted no time in using against the people. (see Mosiah 29:40)
So then along comes Nehor. He was a big man. Strong. Probably a man admired or envied by many a man. It is not clear he had ANYTHING to do with politics, but He was a religious man who did not like how things were running in the church. He was a man of great pride. (see Alma 1:2,6) He taught a very popular doctrine--one of universal salvation. Leaving aside the contradictory nature of why you would need any sort of religion if everyone was automatically saved, consider that his main thrust was that priests themselves ought to be popular. (see Alma 1: 3-4)
Nehor's pride fueled him to overstep his bounds. He killed a man who withstood Nehor's preaching. In fact, he killed, Gideon, a man who'd chased King Noah up a tower, and was a fierce patriot for the people. A man who no doubt understood the dangers of Nehor's type of thinking. (see Alma 1:7-10)
This desire to make priests paid and popular is precisely the process the judges had to go through in order to obtain their positions in the government. Since the government and religion were closely tied together (King Mosiah was a seer, and the fact that he gave up on kings is no doubt inspired by his translation of the Book of Ether (well, that and the bad example of King Noah).), it is not a big shock then that Nehor thought he could "make matters better" (aka. take advantage of...) by encouraging others to do the same thing in the church.
Why not? If the people had a say in the government, why not the church?
I've found that Satan is always ready to take the best of the Lord's blessings and push us all just a bit too far with them... make us think we deserve them, that such exceptions are the rules, and making rules exceptions.
I find it remarkable just how consistent the Book of Mormon is when you look for Cause and Effect. (I've discussed how Captain Moroni's actions against traitors directly led to the adoption of secret combinations by those who chose wickedness... a generation later...) Yet such lessons are not stated outright, one has to search for them, and these hidden stories, imo, are just as interesting as some of those that are stated outright.
--Ray
Monday, March 31, 2008
No Merit
The following scripture made me think of some things lately:
Aaron is teaching the King about God. The record is summed up like so...
I thought of the first sentence of the above scripture in context of that quote. Since man had fallen he could not merit anything of himself...
God does love us. Sometimes when we seek a blessing we think perhaps we need to earn God's favor. But it's not about favor, but blessings come of obedience and, I suppose, grace, not because we earned it out of some greater quantity of God's love. God already loves us more than we can understand. He gives us all that we can handle, and prepares us that we may be able to handle more.
Further God loves all his children. He wants all of them to be given a chance. Because we are fallen, we can merit nothing of ourselves, thus we must turn to God.
Anyhow I am still learning. Most of this requires a lot more patience than I currently have. I can feel God's love reaching to me, and so often I bat it away in bitterness, saying, "I need more time to merit it..." I hope I have the courage to put that foolish tendency to rest.
--Ray
Aaron is teaching the King about God. The record is summed up like so...
So... then my wife went to a women's conference and someone there related a piece of advice given to newly serving LDS missionaries, that was something to the effect, "No matter what you do on your mission, you cannot make God love you more than he already loves you now."Alma 22: 14 - And since man had fallen he could not merit anything of himself; but the sufferings and death of Christ atone for their sins, through faith and repentance, and so forth; and that he breaketh the bands of death, that the grave shall have no victory, and that the sting of death should be swallowed up in the hopes of glory; and Aaron did expound all these things unto the king.
I thought of the first sentence of the above scripture in context of that quote. Since man had fallen he could not merit anything of himself...
God does love us. Sometimes when we seek a blessing we think perhaps we need to earn God's favor. But it's not about favor, but blessings come of obedience and, I suppose, grace, not because we earned it out of some greater quantity of God's love. God already loves us more than we can understand. He gives us all that we can handle, and prepares us that we may be able to handle more.
Further God loves all his children. He wants all of them to be given a chance. Because we are fallen, we can merit nothing of ourselves, thus we must turn to God.
Anyhow I am still learning. Most of this requires a lot more patience than I currently have. I can feel God's love reaching to me, and so often I bat it away in bitterness, saying, "I need more time to merit it..." I hope I have the courage to put that foolish tendency to rest.
--Ray
Monday, August 06, 2007
Ray and the Rhododendrons
A week from last Saturday one of our neighbors who is moving away and did some major home rennovations before getting his house ready to put on the market, went in with us to rent a dumpster. We had a number of things we needed to throw away and we thought it would be a convenient and pretty cheap way to get rid of them. Little did I know I was about to embark in the adventure of a lifetime. An adventure which would threaten life and limb!
Anyone who's been to our home knows that we have more rhododendron bushes than you can shake a stick at, and well, a couple weeks ago I hired a couple of the 16 year olds from church, who were trying to earn funds for camp, to dig them up. They did a great job making a massive clearing of dirt in my backyard, but we had a huge pile of dead branches and debris from the excavation that they stuck between the hedges at the side of our house.
One good way to get bugs eating your house is to stack dead wood against it, and so I was somewhat eager to get rid of this pile. So when the prospect of filling the dumpster with these branches came up, I determined to get rid of the pile.
However, after taking a few walking trips to the dump with an assortment of junk, and after dragging the pile to the front driveway I started to brainstorm for an easy way to transport this huge mass of branches and rootballs to the dumpster that wouldn't involve so much manual labor. I consider myself something of a genius at taking the easy route when it comes to hard work, and so I soon had a plan. We had an old bedframe, the kind with the web of springs you find in a sleeper sofa that we were also throwing out. The kids were playing with a piano dolly, too. Soon a plot began to boil in my little brain about how I could get all the sticks and stumps down to the dumpster in one easy trip.
I placed the bedspring across the piano dolly. To my delight the springs were tight enough that it formed a large springy platform about the length and width of a small car. Then I proceeded to stack the heavy rootballs clumped with dirt, thick stumps and twigs on top of this platform. We stuck a long stick on the front and the back, and created something of a giant stick monster out of the pile. The girls had a blast creating this tangle of debris, and we laughed as it grew to the volume of a small car.
Now my house is atop a hill. On one side, to get to my house, there's a very steep road, that curves its way up to my house. The road that leads to my house from a very busy road at the bottom of the hill, climbs up the side of a steep cliff, of sorts, and then turns at a right angle straight up the steep, steep hill to come to my house. All along this steep road on either side of the hill are houses build on what might be terraces where they've cut into this steep hill.
The dumpster was in the driveway of a house about 3/4ths of the way up this very steep hill. Of course if you've been to my house, you know about this hill, because as you come off the busy road you have to take what is more or less a blind turn to make that right angle turn and people drive up and down it all day and night like idiots. People have been killed on this hill, and it's something of an annoyance to most of us, because of how narrow the road is. Sometimes as you come up the hill and make that right turn to go straight up the hill to my house, cars will come down, and it is BARELY two lanes.
In the winter this road is regularly closed because it is too steep to safely navigate, and because of the right turn, if you slipped on the ice, you'd plow through the trees and plummet off of the cliff onto the busy roadway below. This would probably result in damage to your car... if not death.
But no worries. My house is atop the hill. It's flat atop the hill. It forms a sort of plateau. It's easy to push a piano dolly laden with sticks the size of a car upon this flat surface without any troubles.
Then I started down the hill. I was playing that the whole thing was getting away from me. "Look Becca! Oh no! It's getting away!" I'd say, and then I'd grab it, or jump in front of it the way Superman might jump in front of a train to save a puppy. The twigs plowed into me, but I could manage the cartload without too much trouble.
And of course, as you're all guessing by now... I managed to safely get the whole mess to the driveway of the dumpster without a problem. It did not go careening down the hill. No. After some effort I managed to push the whole rhodo-vehicle to the gravelly driveway and began to unload the mass of sticks.
After unloading a few twigs, I grabbed one of the larger sticks and suddenly the whole mass of twigs shifted. The place where it was firmly planted had shifted too. I watched in horror as the pile of heavy rootballs and sticks left the driveway without my permission. I tried to grab a branch, but the mass continued to head down the hill, and I was left holding a rather long branch that did nothing to stop the whole mess from picking up more and more and more deadly speed. I ran after it, but by now it was too late.
What had seemed like a really good idea at the time, had become my worst nightmare. I watched as this mass of metal and dirt and stumps hurled down the roadway, barely missing a parked red sports car. I cried out to God in a voice as loud and clear, "Please God, Don't let anyone get hurt. Please let it stop!" I imagined a car coming around the blind right angle curve. There would be NO WAY to avoid this thing that was not going what I would estimate would be about fifty miles an hour. It struck an embankment covered in ivy, spun and then smacked securely against the house as the base of the right angled curve against a wall of railroad ties, with a deafening crash! A cloud of dirt and dead leaves from the plants flew out like fire and smoke in what looked like a hollywood explosion.
The house owner was there weedwhacking. He had his walkman on over his ears. He'd just whacked the ivy that had been where my cart of death landed, and now was busy working on the interior of his home. The sudden appearance of a giant car-sized tangle of branches and stumps and twisted metal gave his heart a start. I trundled down the hill panting and out of breath and the man told me as much. I said, "I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I just thank the God of Heaven and Earth that no one got hurt. We are so lucky."
They just stared as I grabbed the whole mess, which was now not nearly as steady as it had been when I'd crafted my brilliant plan. The dolly was off to one side, and the metal frame dragged on the roadway. I looked up the steep hill. I had a long ways to go and all that weight I was hoping to avoid carrying to the dumpster was now easily as far away from me as my house had been from the dumpster in the first place... only now it was at the bottom of the hill of death.
I started to push the weed contraption up the hill. I'd made this mess, I was going to clean it up. Only it was not nearly as easy to push up the hill. You see the mass of twigs really has no surface against which to push. You just have to kinda tug at it, and guide it as it goes easily down hill. Now that I was at the bottom of the hill, I would attempt to push it up the hill, only to have the whole mass move in an arc sideways across the road, attempting to finish its journey to the bottom of the hill. I struggled with my mess. Meanwhile cars were also attempting to use the road. As I pulled my unwieldy mass of junk to one side of the road so that a car could pass me. I looked up at the the work I had above me, and realized there was no human way I could possibly get this mass up the hill.
Some of you are in good physical shape. Perhaps this would be easy for you. I applaud your efforts to keep yourself in good physical shape. At the time I could not stand without feeling dizzy. I think I had heat exhaustion, to tell you the truth, because it was a very clear and very hot day, and I'd spent most of my strength carrying other objects to the dumpster and running down a very steep hill.
I had made this mess. It was mine. I had tried to do something good, but it had turned into something I could no longer control. I prayed for help.
As I let a car pass me, the driver stopped and said, "Do you need help?" I said, "Oh yes!"
He was a young man in his mid twenties, named Andrew. He was in very good physical shape. He had a tattoo of oriental characters on his arm, but was otherwise clean-cut and looked like he could be a soldier. I didn't have a lot of breath for conversation, but he mentioned to me that he did volunteer work with a group, I think it was World Conservation. I relayed to him what had happened and how his help was greatly appreciated.
I'd never seen him in the neighborhood, and I've not seen him since, but he took one end of the cart, while I took the other and together we towed and pushed that whole mass all the way up that hill. And with my help we threw the metal frame and the heavier rootballs into the dumpster, then I thanked him and he drove away.
By the time I got to the dumpster, I was completely out of energy. I still had a pile of sticks to put in the dumpster, but I just couldn't do it. I put the dolly aside and told the girls to help me get the twigs in the dumpster. They did what all children do when there's a chance to move dirty sticks. They disappeared. I think I told Becca to just get rid of the piano dolly, and she took it up the hill with her sister, but by this time I was so out of breath I could not think straight.
As soon as I was all alone, I found a shady spot on the side of the house and laid down on the cool cement walkway. My heart was exploding. My lungs felt stretched, gasping for air that seemed not to bring any relief. My whole body ached. Some of you have witnessed this part of me, from a certain ill-fated hike I took up Mount St. Helens. It was the very same level of exhaustion. I remember laying in the shade on the cold pavement thinking about how nice it would be if I died, cursing all those pizzas I ate in college, and pleading with God to forgive me for the mess I'd made of myself.
As I was thus pleading, a scripture came to my mind. It was from the book of Mosiah, the story of Alma the Elder, who had led a group of believers into the wilderness to flee the persecution of King Noah, because he believed the words of Abinadi. A few years later, who should come knocking in their land, but a lost army of Lamanites who took Alma and his followers captive and set one of the Priests of Noah (Amulon) in charge of making Alma and his people work. Alma and his people suffered great affliction and had burdens put upon their backs, and they prayed to God, but were put to death if they were caught praying. God blessed Alma's people, though. He lifted their burdens, and made them light, as though they could not feel them.
Mosiah 24: 11-15
11. And Amulon commanded them that they should stop their cries; and he put guards over them to watch them, that whosoever should be found calling upon God should be put to death.
12. And Alma and his people did not raise their voices to the Lord their God, but did pour out their hearts to him; and he did know the thoughts of their hearts.
13. And it came to pass that the voice of the Lord came to them in their afflictions, saying: Lift up your heads and be of good comfort, for I know of the covenant which ye have made unto me; and I will covenant with my people and deliver them out of bondage.
14. And I will also ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs, even while you are in bondage; and this will I do that ye may stand as witnesses for me hereafter, and that ye may know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions.
15. And now it came to pass that the burdens which were laid upon Alma and his brethren were made light; yea, the Lord did strengthen them that they could bear up their burdens with ease, and they did submit cheerfully and with patience to all the will of the Lord.
As I thought of this story, I felt some strength return to me. I could do it. I could clean up the remaining branches in the driveway, so that it wasn't a mess and our neighbor could sell his house. I walked out from the shade into the piercing hot sun. I walked to the base of the driveway where the pile of sticks waited.
I looked up the hill, and who should be coming but Becca with the piano dolly, loaded up with some Little Tykes Playground equipment. There was a car behind her, impatiently waiting for her to move out of the way, and she was behind the dolly, pushing it down the hill. As I noticed her, her whole load shifted, and she jumped on the dolly trying to save her load, but it slipped and again the dolly with some rather large pieces of plastic started down the hill.
I arrived just in time to stop the load from going down the hill. I don't know that we would've been so lucky the second time. Perhaps it would've taken a different path, and clobbered the red sportscar, or hit an oncoming car, or missed the railroad ties altogether and launched itself off the cliffside onto the busy road below.
Thankfully I don't have to tell you what would've happened. I credit the Book of Mormon story with saving me from that.
I've also exiled the piano dolly from coming anywhere near the hill.
I've been thinking about this experience for a week now. I've been thinking about how lucky I was. About how what seems like good ideas, can turn really bad. About how little control we have over the basic laws of physics--though we all think we're so smart, or that bad things will happen to others but not to us. I have thought about how God does love us, and how he blesses us even when we don't deserve it. If we turn and trust in Him, He provides a way to help us out of our troubles and affliction. People we least expect might be helpful, can turn up just when we need them. I think about how my daughter thought she could do what I did, and get away with not making the same mistake, yet ironically she made exactly the same errors I did. And I thank God I was able to be there for her, to help her up, and catch her mistake before it spiraled out of control.
Hopefully the above experience doesn't seem boastful, but I feel like I should, as the scripture above indicated was the purpose of Alma's afflictions, "stand as a witness" that God loves us and helps us in real life.
I am grateful to God for providing a Savior for all of us. He loves us very much. He has seen to our needs, will be there for you if you remember to call upon His name. I am trying to be more loving and more forgiving. I don't want doubt or the darkness of my own challenges root out the hope I have in Christ, because His love is real, and a gift extended to all of us, no matter where we are in life. We may have made spiritual messes with the best intentions, or perhaps like me, I was just lazy and trying to find a way to avoid doing real work. We may have to do some heavy lifting to undo them, but if you keep your faith in God, He will provide a way to get through the pain and make the burdens of your duties easy to bear.
--Ray
Anyone who's been to our home knows that we have more rhododendron bushes than you can shake a stick at, and well, a couple weeks ago I hired a couple of the 16 year olds from church, who were trying to earn funds for camp, to dig them up. They did a great job making a massive clearing of dirt in my backyard, but we had a huge pile of dead branches and debris from the excavation that they stuck between the hedges at the side of our house.
One good way to get bugs eating your house is to stack dead wood against it, and so I was somewhat eager to get rid of this pile. So when the prospect of filling the dumpster with these branches came up, I determined to get rid of the pile.
However, after taking a few walking trips to the dump with an assortment of junk, and after dragging the pile to the front driveway I started to brainstorm for an easy way to transport this huge mass of branches and rootballs to the dumpster that wouldn't involve so much manual labor. I consider myself something of a genius at taking the easy route when it comes to hard work, and so I soon had a plan. We had an old bedframe, the kind with the web of springs you find in a sleeper sofa that we were also throwing out. The kids were playing with a piano dolly, too. Soon a plot began to boil in my little brain about how I could get all the sticks and stumps down to the dumpster in one easy trip.
I placed the bedspring across the piano dolly. To my delight the springs were tight enough that it formed a large springy platform about the length and width of a small car. Then I proceeded to stack the heavy rootballs clumped with dirt, thick stumps and twigs on top of this platform. We stuck a long stick on the front and the back, and created something of a giant stick monster out of the pile. The girls had a blast creating this tangle of debris, and we laughed as it grew to the volume of a small car.
Now my house is atop a hill. On one side, to get to my house, there's a very steep road, that curves its way up to my house. The road that leads to my house from a very busy road at the bottom of the hill, climbs up the side of a steep cliff, of sorts, and then turns at a right angle straight up the steep, steep hill to come to my house. All along this steep road on either side of the hill are houses build on what might be terraces where they've cut into this steep hill.
The dumpster was in the driveway of a house about 3/4ths of the way up this very steep hill. Of course if you've been to my house, you know about this hill, because as you come off the busy road you have to take what is more or less a blind turn to make that right angle turn and people drive up and down it all day and night like idiots. People have been killed on this hill, and it's something of an annoyance to most of us, because of how narrow the road is. Sometimes as you come up the hill and make that right turn to go straight up the hill to my house, cars will come down, and it is BARELY two lanes.
In the winter this road is regularly closed because it is too steep to safely navigate, and because of the right turn, if you slipped on the ice, you'd plow through the trees and plummet off of the cliff onto the busy roadway below. This would probably result in damage to your car... if not death.
But no worries. My house is atop the hill. It's flat atop the hill. It forms a sort of plateau. It's easy to push a piano dolly laden with sticks the size of a car upon this flat surface without any troubles.
Then I started down the hill. I was playing that the whole thing was getting away from me. "Look Becca! Oh no! It's getting away!" I'd say, and then I'd grab it, or jump in front of it the way Superman might jump in front of a train to save a puppy. The twigs plowed into me, but I could manage the cartload without too much trouble.
And of course, as you're all guessing by now... I managed to safely get the whole mess to the driveway of the dumpster without a problem. It did not go careening down the hill. No. After some effort I managed to push the whole rhodo-vehicle to the gravelly driveway and began to unload the mass of sticks.
After unloading a few twigs, I grabbed one of the larger sticks and suddenly the whole mass of twigs shifted. The place where it was firmly planted had shifted too. I watched in horror as the pile of heavy rootballs and sticks left the driveway without my permission. I tried to grab a branch, but the mass continued to head down the hill, and I was left holding a rather long branch that did nothing to stop the whole mess from picking up more and more and more deadly speed. I ran after it, but by now it was too late.
What had seemed like a really good idea at the time, had become my worst nightmare. I watched as this mass of metal and dirt and stumps hurled down the roadway, barely missing a parked red sports car. I cried out to God in a voice as loud and clear, "Please God, Don't let anyone get hurt. Please let it stop!" I imagined a car coming around the blind right angle curve. There would be NO WAY to avoid this thing that was not going what I would estimate would be about fifty miles an hour. It struck an embankment covered in ivy, spun and then smacked securely against the house as the base of the right angled curve against a wall of railroad ties, with a deafening crash! A cloud of dirt and dead leaves from the plants flew out like fire and smoke in what looked like a hollywood explosion.
The house owner was there weedwhacking. He had his walkman on over his ears. He'd just whacked the ivy that had been where my cart of death landed, and now was busy working on the interior of his home. The sudden appearance of a giant car-sized tangle of branches and stumps and twisted metal gave his heart a start. I trundled down the hill panting and out of breath and the man told me as much. I said, "I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I just thank the God of Heaven and Earth that no one got hurt. We are so lucky."
They just stared as I grabbed the whole mess, which was now not nearly as steady as it had been when I'd crafted my brilliant plan. The dolly was off to one side, and the metal frame dragged on the roadway. I looked up the steep hill. I had a long ways to go and all that weight I was hoping to avoid carrying to the dumpster was now easily as far away from me as my house had been from the dumpster in the first place... only now it was at the bottom of the hill of death.
I started to push the weed contraption up the hill. I'd made this mess, I was going to clean it up. Only it was not nearly as easy to push up the hill. You see the mass of twigs really has no surface against which to push. You just have to kinda tug at it, and guide it as it goes easily down hill. Now that I was at the bottom of the hill, I would attempt to push it up the hill, only to have the whole mass move in an arc sideways across the road, attempting to finish its journey to the bottom of the hill. I struggled with my mess. Meanwhile cars were also attempting to use the road. As I pulled my unwieldy mass of junk to one side of the road so that a car could pass me. I looked up at the the work I had above me, and realized there was no human way I could possibly get this mass up the hill.
Some of you are in good physical shape. Perhaps this would be easy for you. I applaud your efforts to keep yourself in good physical shape. At the time I could not stand without feeling dizzy. I think I had heat exhaustion, to tell you the truth, because it was a very clear and very hot day, and I'd spent most of my strength carrying other objects to the dumpster and running down a very steep hill.
I had made this mess. It was mine. I had tried to do something good, but it had turned into something I could no longer control. I prayed for help.
As I let a car pass me, the driver stopped and said, "Do you need help?" I said, "Oh yes!"
He was a young man in his mid twenties, named Andrew. He was in very good physical shape. He had a tattoo of oriental characters on his arm, but was otherwise clean-cut and looked like he could be a soldier. I didn't have a lot of breath for conversation, but he mentioned to me that he did volunteer work with a group, I think it was World Conservation. I relayed to him what had happened and how his help was greatly appreciated.
I'd never seen him in the neighborhood, and I've not seen him since, but he took one end of the cart, while I took the other and together we towed and pushed that whole mass all the way up that hill. And with my help we threw the metal frame and the heavier rootballs into the dumpster, then I thanked him and he drove away.
By the time I got to the dumpster, I was completely out of energy. I still had a pile of sticks to put in the dumpster, but I just couldn't do it. I put the dolly aside and told the girls to help me get the twigs in the dumpster. They did what all children do when there's a chance to move dirty sticks. They disappeared. I think I told Becca to just get rid of the piano dolly, and she took it up the hill with her sister, but by this time I was so out of breath I could not think straight.
As soon as I was all alone, I found a shady spot on the side of the house and laid down on the cool cement walkway. My heart was exploding. My lungs felt stretched, gasping for air that seemed not to bring any relief. My whole body ached. Some of you have witnessed this part of me, from a certain ill-fated hike I took up Mount St. Helens. It was the very same level of exhaustion. I remember laying in the shade on the cold pavement thinking about how nice it would be if I died, cursing all those pizzas I ate in college, and pleading with God to forgive me for the mess I'd made of myself.
As I was thus pleading, a scripture came to my mind. It was from the book of Mosiah, the story of Alma the Elder, who had led a group of believers into the wilderness to flee the persecution of King Noah, because he believed the words of Abinadi. A few years later, who should come knocking in their land, but a lost army of Lamanites who took Alma and his followers captive and set one of the Priests of Noah (Amulon) in charge of making Alma and his people work. Alma and his people suffered great affliction and had burdens put upon their backs, and they prayed to God, but were put to death if they were caught praying. God blessed Alma's people, though. He lifted their burdens, and made them light, as though they could not feel them.
Mosiah 24: 11-15
11. And Amulon commanded them that they should stop their cries; and he put guards over them to watch them, that whosoever should be found calling upon God should be put to death.
12. And Alma and his people did not raise their voices to the Lord their God, but did pour out their hearts to him; and he did know the thoughts of their hearts.
13. And it came to pass that the voice of the Lord came to them in their afflictions, saying: Lift up your heads and be of good comfort, for I know of the covenant which ye have made unto me; and I will covenant with my people and deliver them out of bondage.
14. And I will also ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs, even while you are in bondage; and this will I do that ye may stand as witnesses for me hereafter, and that ye may know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions.
15. And now it came to pass that the burdens which were laid upon Alma and his brethren were made light; yea, the Lord did strengthen them that they could bear up their burdens with ease, and they did submit cheerfully and with patience to all the will of the Lord.
As I thought of this story, I felt some strength return to me. I could do it. I could clean up the remaining branches in the driveway, so that it wasn't a mess and our neighbor could sell his house. I walked out from the shade into the piercing hot sun. I walked to the base of the driveway where the pile of sticks waited.
I looked up the hill, and who should be coming but Becca with the piano dolly, loaded up with some Little Tykes Playground equipment. There was a car behind her, impatiently waiting for her to move out of the way, and she was behind the dolly, pushing it down the hill. As I noticed her, her whole load shifted, and she jumped on the dolly trying to save her load, but it slipped and again the dolly with some rather large pieces of plastic started down the hill.
I arrived just in time to stop the load from going down the hill. I don't know that we would've been so lucky the second time. Perhaps it would've taken a different path, and clobbered the red sportscar, or hit an oncoming car, or missed the railroad ties altogether and launched itself off the cliffside onto the busy road below.
Thankfully I don't have to tell you what would've happened. I credit the Book of Mormon story with saving me from that.
I've also exiled the piano dolly from coming anywhere near the hill.
I've been thinking about this experience for a week now. I've been thinking about how lucky I was. About how what seems like good ideas, can turn really bad. About how little control we have over the basic laws of physics--though we all think we're so smart, or that bad things will happen to others but not to us. I have thought about how God does love us, and how he blesses us even when we don't deserve it. If we turn and trust in Him, He provides a way to help us out of our troubles and affliction. People we least expect might be helpful, can turn up just when we need them. I think about how my daughter thought she could do what I did, and get away with not making the same mistake, yet ironically she made exactly the same errors I did. And I thank God I was able to be there for her, to help her up, and catch her mistake before it spiraled out of control.
Hopefully the above experience doesn't seem boastful, but I feel like I should, as the scripture above indicated was the purpose of Alma's afflictions, "stand as a witness" that God loves us and helps us in real life.
I am grateful to God for providing a Savior for all of us. He loves us very much. He has seen to our needs, will be there for you if you remember to call upon His name. I am trying to be more loving and more forgiving. I don't want doubt or the darkness of my own challenges root out the hope I have in Christ, because His love is real, and a gift extended to all of us, no matter where we are in life. We may have made spiritual messes with the best intentions, or perhaps like me, I was just lazy and trying to find a way to avoid doing real work. We may have to do some heavy lifting to undo them, but if you keep your faith in God, He will provide a way to get through the pain and make the burdens of your duties easy to bear.
--Ray
Saturday, August 04, 2007
True Love
Quick Verse: Alma 38 v. 12 "Use boldness, but not overbearance; and also see that ye bridle all your passions, that ye may be filled with love; see that ye refrain from idleness."
We live in a world that thinks passion is love, an idicator of true love, and the source of it. I find it interesting that Alma counsels his son to bridle (control and harness) his passions that he may be filled with love. I think his distinction is profound. He's essentially saying that passion unrestrained (as dizzying and sensational as it may seem in the moment) actually may keep us from experiencing TRUE love.
I don't know to what degree this is true, but it is my opinion that one cannot be filled with true love, if one harbors the heated feelings of lusts, because one cannot see past the object of one's desires and break past the selfish desires of self to where true love allows us to serve, sacrifice and perceive true beauty.
--Ray
We live in a world that thinks passion is love, an idicator of true love, and the source of it. I find it interesting that Alma counsels his son to bridle (control and harness) his passions that he may be filled with love. I think his distinction is profound. He's essentially saying that passion unrestrained (as dizzying and sensational as it may seem in the moment) actually may keep us from experiencing TRUE love.
I don't know to what degree this is true, but it is my opinion that one cannot be filled with true love, if one harbors the heated feelings of lusts, because one cannot see past the object of one's desires and break past the selfish desires of self to where true love allows us to serve, sacrifice and perceive true beauty.
--Ray
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