I hate change!
In the LDS Church, we don't pick and choose the building where we would like to attend church. Each congregation is geographically assigned into groups called wards. Here in Utah, a ward consists of a few blocks of homes because nearly every house has a member of our church living in it! Back in Snohomish, WA where I grew up, a ward covered several miles worth of neighborhoods because there are fewer LDS people. In some parts of the world, they must travel a great distance at great sacrifice to attend church with their ward. When my parents first moved to the Seattle area in 1980, my mom had to drive 30 minutes to Monroe to get to church until they built a new building in Everett. As I was graduating high school and membership numbers grew, a church was built even closer, in Mill Creek.
Within each ward there is a Bishop. He has overall responsibility for ministering the temporal and spiritual affairs of the congregation. There are also leaders assigned to be over the children, the youth, the music, the compassionate service, missionary work, scouting, activities, etc. Everyone within the ward has a volunteer assignment. NO ONE IS PAID. It is perfectly organized and universally the same whether you live in Alpine, UT or in Africa! Ideally, everyone works together for the good of the ward. I have been in wards where nobody knows my name, and I have been in wards where I know and love every single person on a personal level. It is in wards where we are taught to serve and reach out to our neighbors, where the gospel is taught each Sunday, where we learn tolerance and forgiveness, and where we build relationships with other members of our faith.
I have fond memories growing up in the Everett 4th Ward. Our ward boundaries had kids from different school districts which was kind of hard for me not going to school with all the same kids in my ward. But we were a Family. We didn't have any other family in Washington State and so our holidays, camping trips (when we went camping once!), and vacations were spent with ward family friends. We played Church Basketball--dividing teams among wards. There was quite the rivalry between wards! :) Because my dad wasn't an active member of our church when I was a kid, I can remember many of these ward families reaching out to our family and I will be forever grateful to some of those who befriended my dad and helped him feel more comfortable when he started going to church. My mom was always involved in our ward in some way or another and her best friends were ward friends. It is always a sad thing when they divide ward boundaries and all of a sudden, you go to church with a new congregation. That happened when I was 12, and I recall feeling a great loss.
Well, fast forward to today...I am convinced that we recently moved away from THE BEST WARD in the entire LDS church! (And there are over 29,000 LDS wards in the world.) I've never learned so much from others as I have living among those people. We must be crazy to have willingly left such a great place! Our kids were taught by some of the greatest people on the earth! Every Sunday, we left church feeling uplifted and inspired to be a better person that week. I miss them so much. We moved less than a mile away, yet when you aren't in the same ward, your social circle is different! Its such an odd cultural norm here!
This new ward is nice and I have no doubt there are good people here. But it is challenging to go to church, look around and see strangers. We have yet to meet our bishop and I can't remember names of people who have kindly introduced themselves, but hopefully we will start to feel at home soon.
Because I am LDS, I will always belong to a ward family. I may not know them yet, and they don't know me, but through service and time, we will!
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
What if none of it is true?
I was seventeen when I can remember feeling very lonely for the first time. I was surrounded by family and so many wonderful friends of all walks of life. I was so blessed and had been given many opportunities and good things in my life. But even my closest childhood friends felt far away from where I was at that time. Without realizing it, a division was happening as I was approaching adulthood, and I felt it. Diversity is a great thing, but sometimes, it is nice to have someone next to you who understands what you are thinking without needing to use words.
After some time of feeling this way, when I was able to put my finger on it, I realized what I was longing for most was a friend who saw life as I did. My friends were all good people. But because of my religious practices, I felt set apart in the choices we made, things we wanted out of life, and the directions we were facing. I’m sure there were others I overlooked who were in my same predicament, but at the time, I just felt lonely. I was very aware that the reason I felt this way was because of my religion. In my loneliness, I found myself asking...what if none of this is true? What if it’s all a lie? What if all these sacrifices I am making turn out to be for nothing?
Those are haunting questions. But very real questions.
Doubt is an enemy to faith. Faith is believing in something you cannot see. My whole life, I had believed in doctrines taught to me that I accepted on Faith; believing without seeing. One would think that is foolishness. But some might also say that having faith in something is being able to rise above foolishness.
I was an avid journal writer, so it is easy for me to remember exactly how I felt then. I wrote in my journal nearly every day. Around this time period, I was reflecting on things in my life that were positive because of my faith in religion. One day I noted in my journal that even if someday I find out that it is all a lie, none of it true, I had decided it is still a good way to live my life; a life devoted to families, improving character, service, sacrifice and centered on Jesus Christ; a life of discipline, striving to make life better for those around me, of forgetting myself, and finding joy--not momentary happiness and excitement--but pure inner joy that is lasting. I chose faith over doubt and committed myself to live this life, believing that it was a good way to live.
Now it has been seventeen years since that time, and my faith has grown. I believe this way of life I am living is not just a good way to live. It can be both demanding and challenging. It can be lonely. Questions still arise and my faith is put to the test. But I believe this way of life is THE WAY to happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come.
But I’ve also wondered this. When I was seventeen and doubting what was real, I also wrote this in my journal...“If this religion is what it says it is...what does that mean for all my friends who I love so much who do not know?” I expressed heartfelt yearning for them to believe as I did.
So now I ask you, my friends of all walks of life! Just as I questioned whether or not my religion was true or not, I ask you:
what if it is?
I believe that truth is Truth whether we choose to accept it or not. Truths that are conflicting cannot all be Truth. We can say the sky is purple all we want. We can say that this life has no meaning. We can say that there is no God in heaven. We can say there is no such thing as miracles, answers to prayer or revelation from above. But at the end of the day, Truth will remain.
Because I am a Mormon, I believe the gospel of Jesus Christ is Truth. And I pray I will live my life according to that truth--no matter the loneliness, or whatever else falls in my lap--until the day I take my last breath.
After some time of feeling this way, when I was able to put my finger on it, I realized what I was longing for most was a friend who saw life as I did. My friends were all good people. But because of my religious practices, I felt set apart in the choices we made, things we wanted out of life, and the directions we were facing. I’m sure there were others I overlooked who were in my same predicament, but at the time, I just felt lonely. I was very aware that the reason I felt this way was because of my religion. In my loneliness, I found myself asking...what if none of this is true? What if it’s all a lie? What if all these sacrifices I am making turn out to be for nothing?
Those are haunting questions. But very real questions.
Doubt is an enemy to faith. Faith is believing in something you cannot see. My whole life, I had believed in doctrines taught to me that I accepted on Faith; believing without seeing. One would think that is foolishness. But some might also say that having faith in something is being able to rise above foolishness.
I was an avid journal writer, so it is easy for me to remember exactly how I felt then. I wrote in my journal nearly every day. Around this time period, I was reflecting on things in my life that were positive because of my faith in religion. One day I noted in my journal that even if someday I find out that it is all a lie, none of it true, I had decided it is still a good way to live my life; a life devoted to families, improving character, service, sacrifice and centered on Jesus Christ; a life of discipline, striving to make life better for those around me, of forgetting myself, and finding joy--not momentary happiness and excitement--but pure inner joy that is lasting. I chose faith over doubt and committed myself to live this life, believing that it was a good way to live.
Now it has been seventeen years since that time, and my faith has grown. I believe this way of life I am living is not just a good way to live. It can be both demanding and challenging. It can be lonely. Questions still arise and my faith is put to the test. But I believe this way of life is THE WAY to happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come.
But I’ve also wondered this. When I was seventeen and doubting what was real, I also wrote this in my journal...“If this religion is what it says it is...what does that mean for all my friends who I love so much who do not know?” I expressed heartfelt yearning for them to believe as I did.
So now I ask you, my friends of all walks of life! Just as I questioned whether or not my religion was true or not, I ask you:
what if it is?
I believe that truth is Truth whether we choose to accept it or not. Truths that are conflicting cannot all be Truth. We can say the sky is purple all we want. We can say that this life has no meaning. We can say that there is no God in heaven. We can say there is no such thing as miracles, answers to prayer or revelation from above. But at the end of the day, Truth will remain.
Because I am a Mormon, I believe the gospel of Jesus Christ is Truth. And I pray I will live my life according to that truth--no matter the loneliness, or whatever else falls in my lap--until the day I take my last breath.
Monday, March 18, 2013
What I Learned from Being Mary
When Martha and her sister Mary, of Bethany, were pleading for Jesus to come quickly and heal their brother, they did so in great faith. They knew Him and loved Him. They had been witnesses to many miraculous events and knew that if there was a way to save the life of Lazarus, their beloved brother, Jesus Christ was the way. They believed in Him without question.
But He didn't come. At least not when they wanted Him to come.
Their sorrow arose from their grief; knowing that if He had been there, their brother would not have died.
I know what it is like to place all my faith in Jesus Christ, whom I know can do all things, and plead for His help, only to experience the same grief and sorrow when it seems He has not come. Most of us do. It is difficult not to wonder and question, why?
As I've pondered this story over and over again the past couple of months, I have learned so much. One lesson in particular is that when Jesus actually does come and He sees what has happened to Lazarus and sees the sisters' pain and suffering, He weeps.
Now I used to think he wept because He was sad Lazarus had died. He saw the women were sad, too, and I thought the lesson here was that Jesus Christ can comfort us in our time of need because He feels our pains. Although, I believe this to be true, I do not believe it is the lesson to be learned. At least not for me the past several weeks.
Jesus Christ was perfectly obedient to His Father. Perfectly. Mary, Martha, the people of Bethany, and all the world needed to see that Jesus could raise Lazarus from the dead. We needed to know what He meant when He said "I am the Resurrection and the Life, he that believeth in me shall never die." If He had come when they called, that lesson would have been missed by all. I believe that He had the power to come sooner and heal Lazarus, but that He was exercising His perfect obedience, and in doing so, His own heart couldn't stand that those He loved were suffering. And so the tears came. And eventually, so did the miracle.
My experience in participating in Rob Gardner's Lamb of God production as Mary of Bethany has taught me so many beautiful things. I was taught in much the same way as Mary was taught. As I sought much needed help, it didn't come when I wanted it to come. Even though I believed with all of my heart that the only way I could perform was through His help, I felt that the help was withheld from me for some time. It caused me to question my abilities, my motives, and I often asked myself, why am I doing this? I became discouraged and felt similar to how Mary must have felt as I sought the Lord's help in prayer. I knew that He could help me and strengthen me; I never once doubted His ability to help me; but I questioned where that help was.
Well, it also eventually came. Not when I wanted it to, but when it was going to teach me the most. Days leading up to the performance, many miracles took place. My confidence grew; not in myself, but my confidence in my God. Through an inspired Director, I was given opportunities that made a huge difference in my performance. He gave me his confidence. Through a kind and gifted mentor and teacher, I was given professional suggestions on how to manage nerves and anxiety on stage. She, too, gave me her confidence. Through a loving and supportive husband, I was given constant assurance that I could do this, that I needed to do this. And through a perfectly obedient Savior, I was given peace and strength. I was given His confidence. I can't say I wasn't nervous, but I knew He had not left me to myself. I gave it my all, and pray that it was enough.
Because I am LDS, I believe in Jesus Christ's power to heal us not only in our time of need, but in His time. He is our Advocate with the Father. It isn't that He wants us to suffer, but that He is obedient to His Father who knows what is best for us. Though it seems at times He is far from us, He will always come in the moment that is necessary to best teach us. And just like Mary, we will understand as we realize that if He had come sooner, the lessons would never have been learned. We must hold on until help comes.
As hard as that can be, it is always worth the wait.
But He didn't come. At least not when they wanted Him to come.
Their sorrow arose from their grief; knowing that if He had been there, their brother would not have died.
I know what it is like to place all my faith in Jesus Christ, whom I know can do all things, and plead for His help, only to experience the same grief and sorrow when it seems He has not come. Most of us do. It is difficult not to wonder and question, why?
As I've pondered this story over and over again the past couple of months, I have learned so much. One lesson in particular is that when Jesus actually does come and He sees what has happened to Lazarus and sees the sisters' pain and suffering, He weeps.
Now I used to think he wept because He was sad Lazarus had died. He saw the women were sad, too, and I thought the lesson here was that Jesus Christ can comfort us in our time of need because He feels our pains. Although, I believe this to be true, I do not believe it is the lesson to be learned. At least not for me the past several weeks.
Jesus Christ was perfectly obedient to His Father. Perfectly. Mary, Martha, the people of Bethany, and all the world needed to see that Jesus could raise Lazarus from the dead. We needed to know what He meant when He said "I am the Resurrection and the Life, he that believeth in me shall never die." If He had come when they called, that lesson would have been missed by all. I believe that He had the power to come sooner and heal Lazarus, but that He was exercising His perfect obedience, and in doing so, His own heart couldn't stand that those He loved were suffering. And so the tears came. And eventually, so did the miracle.
My experience in participating in Rob Gardner's Lamb of God production as Mary of Bethany has taught me so many beautiful things. I was taught in much the same way as Mary was taught. As I sought much needed help, it didn't come when I wanted it to come. Even though I believed with all of my heart that the only way I could perform was through His help, I felt that the help was withheld from me for some time. It caused me to question my abilities, my motives, and I often asked myself, why am I doing this? I became discouraged and felt similar to how Mary must have felt as I sought the Lord's help in prayer. I knew that He could help me and strengthen me; I never once doubted His ability to help me; but I questioned where that help was.
Well, it also eventually came. Not when I wanted it to, but when it was going to teach me the most. Days leading up to the performance, many miracles took place. My confidence grew; not in myself, but my confidence in my God. Through an inspired Director, I was given opportunities that made a huge difference in my performance. He gave me his confidence. Through a kind and gifted mentor and teacher, I was given professional suggestions on how to manage nerves and anxiety on stage. She, too, gave me her confidence. Through a loving and supportive husband, I was given constant assurance that I could do this, that I needed to do this. And through a perfectly obedient Savior, I was given peace and strength. I was given His confidence. I can't say I wasn't nervous, but I knew He had not left me to myself. I gave it my all, and pray that it was enough.
Because I am LDS, I believe in Jesus Christ's power to heal us not only in our time of need, but in His time. He is our Advocate with the Father. It isn't that He wants us to suffer, but that He is obedient to His Father who knows what is best for us. Though it seems at times He is far from us, He will always come in the moment that is necessary to best teach us. And just like Mary, we will understand as we realize that if He had come sooner, the lessons would never have been learned. We must hold on until help comes.
As hard as that can be, it is always worth the wait.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Why Jesus Christ Matters to Me
Jesus Christ was born over 2,000 years ago. Someone once asked me why He still matters when He lived so long ago. To paraphrase, this is what they were saying: "I get it, he was a good man, but as time has passed, the Bible stories have been blown out of proportion through exaggeration and ideals--the Bible is a record of the ideal, not reality. And that all happened so long ago. Things are so different now."
I want to share why Jesus Christ matters to me, in 2013.
He did live thousands of years ago. But He lived long before then. He was the creator of this earth; He lived before the earth was formed. (John 1:3) And He lives today, and tomorrow and forever. Things are different now. But He still lives--and that matters very much.
When He was on the earth, He lived a perfect, exemplary life we ought to follow. All of life's problems can be solved when we ask ourselves, What would Jesus do? I teach my children stories from the scriptures because Jesus Christ's life is the perfect pattern. If you are going to sew a dress, it hardly makes sense to make your own pattern if you want your dress to turn out the same as the original. There are so many philosophies out there, so many different opinions, but when we follow God's path, we can be assured we are on the same path that will bring happiness to our families.
He is our Savior. It is through Him that we can return to live with our Father in Heaven after this life. He saves us, literally.
I do not understand how Grace works. Sometimes things cannot be explained. But I know because we are mortal, that we are destined to error, to make mistakes. Without someone who can redeem us from those errors, we would be forever lost. Every day, I pray that through the power of His Atonement, I will be made whole and will be worthy to appear before my Maker after this life is said and done. Without a Savior, I am nothing. It is through Him I can do anything. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:13). I recognize that any ability I am given is because of Him.
There are millions of people walking this earth who do not believe in Jesus Christ, or feel His influence is still present. And yet, I believe His life is central to every single soul. Every breath we take, and every good thing testifies to me of His reality. Without Him, we would not be. Without Him, there would be no goodness. Without Him, there would be no hope.
Jesus Christ matters to me. Because I am a Mormon, I believe that He will someday return to earth and He will rule as King of Kings and reign as Lord of Lords...every knee will bend and every tongue shall speak in worship before Him. Each of us will stand to be judged of Him according to our works and the desires of our hearts. (Proclamation to the World on the Family).
He will matter to each of us.
I want to share why Jesus Christ matters to me, in 2013.
He did live thousands of years ago. But He lived long before then. He was the creator of this earth; He lived before the earth was formed. (John 1:3) And He lives today, and tomorrow and forever. Things are different now. But He still lives--and that matters very much.
When He was on the earth, He lived a perfect, exemplary life we ought to follow. All of life's problems can be solved when we ask ourselves, What would Jesus do? I teach my children stories from the scriptures because Jesus Christ's life is the perfect pattern. If you are going to sew a dress, it hardly makes sense to make your own pattern if you want your dress to turn out the same as the original. There are so many philosophies out there, so many different opinions, but when we follow God's path, we can be assured we are on the same path that will bring happiness to our families.
He is our Savior. It is through Him that we can return to live with our Father in Heaven after this life. He saves us, literally.
I do not understand how Grace works. Sometimes things cannot be explained. But I know because we are mortal, that we are destined to error, to make mistakes. Without someone who can redeem us from those errors, we would be forever lost. Every day, I pray that through the power of His Atonement, I will be made whole and will be worthy to appear before my Maker after this life is said and done. Without a Savior, I am nothing. It is through Him I can do anything. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:13). I recognize that any ability I am given is because of Him.
There are millions of people walking this earth who do not believe in Jesus Christ, or feel His influence is still present. And yet, I believe His life is central to every single soul. Every breath we take, and every good thing testifies to me of His reality. Without Him, we would not be. Without Him, there would be no goodness. Without Him, there would be no hope.
Jesus Christ matters to me. Because I am a Mormon, I believe that He will someday return to earth and He will rule as King of Kings and reign as Lord of Lords...every knee will bend and every tongue shall speak in worship before Him. Each of us will stand to be judged of Him according to our works and the desires of our hearts. (Proclamation to the World on the Family).
He will matter to each of us.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The First Mormon U.S. President...Almost.
Forgive me if my faith and trust in politicians and the law hasn't always been very strong.
I was born in 1978. Just two years before I was born, there was a law in force in the state of Missouri that made it legal to kill any Mormon on the spot. Just because. It was an extermination order put in place by the State’s Governor in 1838. In 1976, the law was rescinded. In 1976, the law was rescinded.
Governor Boggs had a personal disdain for Mormons. (This was nothing new...they had already been kicked out of Palmyra, New York and Kirtland, Ohio.) But the Governor felt threatened by their growing communities and industry. My people were killed simply because of what they believe. And it was legal. The law allowed it.
So they left Missouri and found a home in Nauvoo, Illinois. It didn’t take long for persecution to find them there either. Again, the State’s Governor was not fond of them; particularly, Joseph Smith, the Mormon President. Ultimately, Smith was arrested for treason (because he formed his own militia in order to defend the city of Nauvoo against others trying to harm his people--the law did not protect them.) Joseph Smith was killed by a mob while in Carthage Jail in 1844. An innocent prisoner, a loving father and devoted husband, an extraordinary man who lived his life according to good principles, and he was unprotected by the law of the land and was killed, because of his beliefs. My great-great-grandfather was with him, John Taylor. He received gun shot wounds yet survived and following Brigham Young, he later became the 3rd President of our Church after the Mormons landed in Salt Lake City, Utah. Governor Ford confessed that it was good for Mormons to have been driven out of the state and that their beliefs and actions were too different to have survived in Illinois. He said “that some people expect more protection from the laws than the laws are able to furnish in the face of popular excitement.” Five men were tried for the murder of Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum. They were all found not guilty. The man who led the defense team later became a U.S. Senator.
On so many levels, there is a silent outcry of injustice in our Mormon history as a people. Yet, it remains silent. Lives have been lost in this great country because of religion. And it is often overlooked, forgotten.
So try to imagine, if you will, the idea of the possibility of a Mormon being elected President of this great country, to Mormons. Not to the general public. But to one who belongs to this history which I have shared. Imagine, the feelings we felt. And it was so close. So close.
So for me, I have not lost all hope in America. But I feel a great sense of loss for a victory that would have meant more to me than to one who does not share my beliefs, my history.
You see, I have read friends’ blogs. I have seen their comments. I have witnessed how there is still animosity, misinformation and tolerable persecution toward my people because of what they believe. Yet, when it comes to sexuality, women’s choices, or legalizing harmful drugs, how dare I judge others because of what they believe. And I am a bigot.
As Mormons, we hold our heads high. We honor those whose lives were lost because of their faith. We strive for that same kind of faith. Stalwart faith. Nothing wavering. We will have faith in our religion and in our country and we will stand taller because of it. I couldn't be more proud of my Faith and my Heritage. We have not sought revenge or retribution. My ancestors fought for a freedom of religion even when it was not honored, and then they turned around and served the very country in which their freedoms were taken.
Because I am a Mormon, I will obey, honor and sustain the law. I will support my country’s President. I will fight for freedom. I will teach my children civility. And I will continue to teach them their history; that in spite of the injustices of this world, we move forward in faith with an eye single to the glory of our God.
Because that is what we, as a people, do.
I was born in 1978. Just two years before I was born, there was a law in force in the state of Missouri that made it legal to kill any Mormon on the spot. Just because. It was an extermination order put in place by the State’s Governor in 1838. In 1976, the law was rescinded. In 1976, the law was rescinded.
Governor Boggs had a personal disdain for Mormons. (This was nothing new...they had already been kicked out of Palmyra, New York and Kirtland, Ohio.) But the Governor felt threatened by their growing communities and industry. My people were killed simply because of what they believe. And it was legal. The law allowed it.
So they left Missouri and found a home in Nauvoo, Illinois. It didn’t take long for persecution to find them there either. Again, the State’s Governor was not fond of them; particularly, Joseph Smith, the Mormon President. Ultimately, Smith was arrested for treason (because he formed his own militia in order to defend the city of Nauvoo against others trying to harm his people--the law did not protect them.) Joseph Smith was killed by a mob while in Carthage Jail in 1844. An innocent prisoner, a loving father and devoted husband, an extraordinary man who lived his life according to good principles, and he was unprotected by the law of the land and was killed, because of his beliefs. My great-great-grandfather was with him, John Taylor. He received gun shot wounds yet survived and following Brigham Young, he later became the 3rd President of our Church after the Mormons landed in Salt Lake City, Utah. Governor Ford confessed that it was good for Mormons to have been driven out of the state and that their beliefs and actions were too different to have survived in Illinois. He said “that some people expect more protection from the laws than the laws are able to furnish in the face of popular excitement.” Five men were tried for the murder of Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum. They were all found not guilty. The man who led the defense team later became a U.S. Senator.
On so many levels, there is a silent outcry of injustice in our Mormon history as a people. Yet, it remains silent. Lives have been lost in this great country because of religion. And it is often overlooked, forgotten.
So try to imagine, if you will, the idea of the possibility of a Mormon being elected President of this great country, to Mormons. Not to the general public. But to one who belongs to this history which I have shared. Imagine, the feelings we felt. And it was so close. So close.
So for me, I have not lost all hope in America. But I feel a great sense of loss for a victory that would have meant more to me than to one who does not share my beliefs, my history.
You see, I have read friends’ blogs. I have seen their comments. I have witnessed how there is still animosity, misinformation and tolerable persecution toward my people because of what they believe. Yet, when it comes to sexuality, women’s choices, or legalizing harmful drugs, how dare I judge others because of what they believe. And I am a bigot.
As Mormons, we hold our heads high. We honor those whose lives were lost because of their faith. We strive for that same kind of faith. Stalwart faith. Nothing wavering. We will have faith in our religion and in our country and we will stand taller because of it. I couldn't be more proud of my Faith and my Heritage. We have not sought revenge or retribution. My ancestors fought for a freedom of religion even when it was not honored, and then they turned around and served the very country in which their freedoms were taken.
Because I am a Mormon, I will obey, honor and sustain the law. I will support my country’s President. I will fight for freedom. I will teach my children civility. And I will continue to teach them their history; that in spite of the injustices of this world, we move forward in faith with an eye single to the glory of our God.
Because that is what we, as a people, do.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
My Yellow Apron
As a young girl I had a bright yellow apron with tiny strawberry buttons. Like most little girls, when my mom was baking and wearing her apron, I wanted to put on that yellow apron and bake, too.
The thing I remember most about this yellow apron is how it came to be mine.
I can't remember her face. And I can't remember a name. (And my mom's memory is poor, she probably can't even remember this happening.) But it was impressed upon my memory so much that it has influenced choices I make with my own children. But there was a lady who lived nearby our family. My mom used to visit this woman and she brought me along. On one of her visits, the lady told me she wanted to help make me an apron. I got to pick out the strawberry buttons. I must have been four years old.
At the time, I was too young to understand this woman and her circumstances. As an adult, I still don't know, but I have a very good feeling that this was a woman who was in need. She probably wasn't my mom's first choice of a friend; I remember my parents having a lot of other friends. I have little doubt that my mom was trying to make a difference in this person's life. I don't ever remember her coming to my house. I only remember visiting hers.
There are countless memories of tagging along while my mom went from house to house offering a helping hand, bringing meals, attending Tupperware parties to show support, and sharing her faith and talents with those who needed it. She didn't do this because she had extra time on her hands. She did this because she is a disciple of Jesus Christ and has made a promise to Him that she would bear another's burdens, mourn with those who mourn, and serve.
These types of memories don't fade. There is a lot I can't remember about my childhood, but these times seem to be stuck there. Maybe because I needed to know how impressionable service opportunities would be for my own kids. Because now as a parent, when an opportunity is there, I want my kids to be with me. I want them to see that happiness in this life doesn't come from "things" but from service.
In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, there are countless opportunities to serve. We are admonished to look for these opportunities and pray for them daily. Often times, when I pray for an opportunity to serve, I'm guided to one of my own children or even my husband and a need they have that day. Sometimes I have a feeling to call someone. And sometimes, it is to give a compliment or a smile. I have been given assignments at church that have taken as much of my time as a full-time job! There has never been a penny received in compensation! My husband worked a 14 hour day yesterday. Very normal for him. But after that long day, I got a phone call from him letting me know he was going to be late because he needed to go help someone move some furniture. There was no complaint, though I could hear in his voice it had been a long day. He came home with a smile on his face and was grateful he got off work just in time to help. My husband is also a disciple of Jesus Christ and has made a promise to bear another's burdens, mourn with those who mourn and serve.
Are members of my Church more kind than others? No. But members of my church have been taught, trained and admonished to serve their fellow men. From an early age, we participate in service projects, watch our parents care for the needs of others, we learn from scriptures how Christ served and we do our best to emulate Him. There is also the challenge from the Savior himself who admonished us to serve those who persecute us.
Just as little girls want to wear aprons and look just like their moms while baking, little children are learning from their parents example in how they live their lives. My mom didn't teach me to serve with words. That would have been very ineffective. She has taught me to serve by the way she lives her life. I hope to do the same for my kids. They live in a selfish, self-centered world. No wonder there is so much unhappiness. If I can teach them this one thing, their lives will have more meaning and they will find happiness.
Because I am a Mormon, I have dedicated my life to a life of service. For I believe that when I serve others, I am really serving my God.
The thing I remember most about this yellow apron is how it came to be mine.
I can't remember her face. And I can't remember a name. (And my mom's memory is poor, she probably can't even remember this happening.) But it was impressed upon my memory so much that it has influenced choices I make with my own children. But there was a lady who lived nearby our family. My mom used to visit this woman and she brought me along. On one of her visits, the lady told me she wanted to help make me an apron. I got to pick out the strawberry buttons. I must have been four years old.
At the time, I was too young to understand this woman and her circumstances. As an adult, I still don't know, but I have a very good feeling that this was a woman who was in need. She probably wasn't my mom's first choice of a friend; I remember my parents having a lot of other friends. I have little doubt that my mom was trying to make a difference in this person's life. I don't ever remember her coming to my house. I only remember visiting hers.
There are countless memories of tagging along while my mom went from house to house offering a helping hand, bringing meals, attending Tupperware parties to show support, and sharing her faith and talents with those who needed it. She didn't do this because she had extra time on her hands. She did this because she is a disciple of Jesus Christ and has made a promise to Him that she would bear another's burdens, mourn with those who mourn, and serve.
These types of memories don't fade. There is a lot I can't remember about my childhood, but these times seem to be stuck there. Maybe because I needed to know how impressionable service opportunities would be for my own kids. Because now as a parent, when an opportunity is there, I want my kids to be with me. I want them to see that happiness in this life doesn't come from "things" but from service.
In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, there are countless opportunities to serve. We are admonished to look for these opportunities and pray for them daily. Often times, when I pray for an opportunity to serve, I'm guided to one of my own children or even my husband and a need they have that day. Sometimes I have a feeling to call someone. And sometimes, it is to give a compliment or a smile. I have been given assignments at church that have taken as much of my time as a full-time job! There has never been a penny received in compensation! My husband worked a 14 hour day yesterday. Very normal for him. But after that long day, I got a phone call from him letting me know he was going to be late because he needed to go help someone move some furniture. There was no complaint, though I could hear in his voice it had been a long day. He came home with a smile on his face and was grateful he got off work just in time to help. My husband is also a disciple of Jesus Christ and has made a promise to bear another's burdens, mourn with those who mourn and serve.
Are members of my Church more kind than others? No. But members of my church have been taught, trained and admonished to serve their fellow men. From an early age, we participate in service projects, watch our parents care for the needs of others, we learn from scriptures how Christ served and we do our best to emulate Him. There is also the challenge from the Savior himself who admonished us to serve those who persecute us.
Just as little girls want to wear aprons and look just like their moms while baking, little children are learning from their parents example in how they live their lives. My mom didn't teach me to serve with words. That would have been very ineffective. She has taught me to serve by the way she lives her life. I hope to do the same for my kids. They live in a selfish, self-centered world. No wonder there is so much unhappiness. If I can teach them this one thing, their lives will have more meaning and they will find happiness.
Because I am a Mormon, I have dedicated my life to a life of service. For I believe that when I serve others, I am really serving my God.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Why Missionaries Knock on Doors.
Probably because of where I was raised, I felt my “church life” and my “school life” were very separate. I wasn’t ashamed of my religion, but I wasn’t very open about it either. I was perfectly content keeping it to myself! When questions were asked, I answered them; but that was it. My parents took us to church, taught us right from wrong and had high moral expectations of us, but there wasn’t a lot of doctrinal religion being taught in my home. I believed in our faith, but lacked a lot of understanding.
At age 18, I moved to Provo, Utah where I was one among thousands of LDS college kids. Religion was everywhere. I met people who talked about religion anytime, anywhere. This was so foreign to me. As a student at Brigham Young University, I was required to enroll in religion classes. I had read The Book of Mormon and Bible in high school and had a general understanding of the doctrine of my religion, but it wasn’t until attending these classes that I gained a deeper understanding and knowledge about the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. My professors were so knowledgeable about ancient times, historical and religious practices, and things of a spiritual nature. The stories came to life for me and I had no doubt I was reading about real people from thousands of years ago. As my understanding increased, my belief in Mormonism grew. I developed a closer relationship with my Savior, Jesus Christ. For the first time in my life, I read scriptures every day. I prayed to my Heavenly Father morning and night. I began to ask real questions and sought answers. And I found them. Things had always resonated with me since I was a child, but this was different. I was putting pieces together. A natural and immediate response to my deeper understanding was my desire to share what I understood with those who I loved. I began to engage in conversations about religion and took every opportunity to clear up misunderstandings when they were presented. Looking back, I recognize I was probably a bit overbearing! But I was a changed person. I could no longer separate my secular life with my spiritual life.
At age nineteen, Mormon young men are asked to serve a 2 year mission to anywhere in the world (not their choice), at their own expense. All three of my brothers served...in Italy, Guatemala and Spain. For ladies, it is an 18 month mission at age 21. I had every desire to go, but ultimately, I chose to get married before I had the opportunity. There are many misconceptions about why Mormons serve missions. A friend once told me she had heard that the more people LDS members “convert” to Mormonism, the greater reward they receive in heaven! Another shared with me with certainty (I love when others are so certain what I believe!) that I would own more “kingdoms in heaven” if I led more people to baptism. I don’t know where people learn these things...but it simply isn't true and has nothing to do with why I share my beliefs.
My religion has made every good difference in my life. It has given me direction. Jesus Christ is very real to me and I feel close to Him. I believe He is the Savior of the World. And I want others to know Him as I do and more importantly, feel His love. I see people who once believed as I do and have turned away, and the light in their faces is dimmed. I’ve known others who search for happiness in worldly ways and end up feeling empty and alone. But I have also witnessed people’s lives being changed for good as they accept Jesus Christ as their Savior. What was once dark and empty is now full of joy and peace. There are many good religious and non-religious, happy and sad people in this world. But like everyone, it is natural to want to share good things with others because we know it is a good thing! There are no selfish motives involved. It is a genuine effort to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ. I recognize there are others, a whole lot of others, who aren’t interested, and that’s okay! I love them still!
So please don’t take offense when someone (like me) tries to share a message of hope with someone like you. Please be kind when you see two young men in suits knocking on doors or riding bicycles to their next appointment. Their motives are pure and they have sacrificed a crazy-out-of-the-ordinary amount for a college-aged person. If you aren’t interested, there will be no hard feelings! They are not salesmen! They’ve been taught to find those interested, to respect others' choices; not to engage in debate or be pushy. They are simply trying to give you a gift, if you want it. And for what its worth, these missionaries come home CHANGED. I am a witness of this--I’ve seen it happen with my own eyes! As a parent, I couldn’t wish anything greater for my children. There isn’t a better way for people at this age to learn to think beyond themselves, to be diligent, hardworking, frugal, independent, devoted, better at problem-solving, humble, loving and enduring through hard times. My husband has all of these qualities and no doubt, they were increased by his mission to Morristown, New Jersey, where he had doors slammed in his face left and right, a gun pulled on him and he was spit on! But if you ask him today what was the hardest thing?...those things don’t come to his mind. He told me the hardest part of his mission was always when someone was so close to making a big change in their life--a change that would make every good difference for their family and their own happiness--and ultimately, they didn’t have the faith to make the necessary changes and they gave up.
Because he was committed to something greater than himself, sincere heartache was more difficult than his pride or the fear of losing his own life. How can something so sincere come from a selfish motive?
As Mormons, we take Matthew 28:19-20 from the Bible literally:
“Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and the of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost . . .and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world.”
Because I am a Mormon, I want to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with others simply because I want to spread the happiness and peace it has given to me.
At age 18, I moved to Provo, Utah where I was one among thousands of LDS college kids. Religion was everywhere. I met people who talked about religion anytime, anywhere. This was so foreign to me. As a student at Brigham Young University, I was required to enroll in religion classes. I had read The Book of Mormon and Bible in high school and had a general understanding of the doctrine of my religion, but it wasn’t until attending these classes that I gained a deeper understanding and knowledge about the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. My professors were so knowledgeable about ancient times, historical and religious practices, and things of a spiritual nature. The stories came to life for me and I had no doubt I was reading about real people from thousands of years ago. As my understanding increased, my belief in Mormonism grew. I developed a closer relationship with my Savior, Jesus Christ. For the first time in my life, I read scriptures every day. I prayed to my Heavenly Father morning and night. I began to ask real questions and sought answers. And I found them. Things had always resonated with me since I was a child, but this was different. I was putting pieces together. A natural and immediate response to my deeper understanding was my desire to share what I understood with those who I loved. I began to engage in conversations about religion and took every opportunity to clear up misunderstandings when they were presented. Looking back, I recognize I was probably a bit overbearing! But I was a changed person. I could no longer separate my secular life with my spiritual life.
At age nineteen, Mormon young men are asked to serve a 2 year mission to anywhere in the world (not their choice), at their own expense. All three of my brothers served...in Italy, Guatemala and Spain. For ladies, it is an 18 month mission at age 21. I had every desire to go, but ultimately, I chose to get married before I had the opportunity. There are many misconceptions about why Mormons serve missions. A friend once told me she had heard that the more people LDS members “convert” to Mormonism, the greater reward they receive in heaven! Another shared with me with certainty (I love when others are so certain what I believe!) that I would own more “kingdoms in heaven” if I led more people to baptism. I don’t know where people learn these things...but it simply isn't true and has nothing to do with why I share my beliefs.
My religion has made every good difference in my life. It has given me direction. Jesus Christ is very real to me and I feel close to Him. I believe He is the Savior of the World. And I want others to know Him as I do and more importantly, feel His love. I see people who once believed as I do and have turned away, and the light in their faces is dimmed. I’ve known others who search for happiness in worldly ways and end up feeling empty and alone. But I have also witnessed people’s lives being changed for good as they accept Jesus Christ as their Savior. What was once dark and empty is now full of joy and peace. There are many good religious and non-religious, happy and sad people in this world. But like everyone, it is natural to want to share good things with others because we know it is a good thing! There are no selfish motives involved. It is a genuine effort to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ. I recognize there are others, a whole lot of others, who aren’t interested, and that’s okay! I love them still!
So please don’t take offense when someone (like me) tries to share a message of hope with someone like you. Please be kind when you see two young men in suits knocking on doors or riding bicycles to their next appointment. Their motives are pure and they have sacrificed a crazy-out-of-the-ordinary amount for a college-aged person. If you aren’t interested, there will be no hard feelings! They are not salesmen! They’ve been taught to find those interested, to respect others' choices; not to engage in debate or be pushy. They are simply trying to give you a gift, if you want it. And for what its worth, these missionaries come home CHANGED. I am a witness of this--I’ve seen it happen with my own eyes! As a parent, I couldn’t wish anything greater for my children. There isn’t a better way for people at this age to learn to think beyond themselves, to be diligent, hardworking, frugal, independent, devoted, better at problem-solving, humble, loving and enduring through hard times. My husband has all of these qualities and no doubt, they were increased by his mission to Morristown, New Jersey, where he had doors slammed in his face left and right, a gun pulled on him and he was spit on! But if you ask him today what was the hardest thing?...those things don’t come to his mind. He told me the hardest part of his mission was always when someone was so close to making a big change in their life--a change that would make every good difference for their family and their own happiness--and ultimately, they didn’t have the faith to make the necessary changes and they gave up.
Because he was committed to something greater than himself, sincere heartache was more difficult than his pride or the fear of losing his own life. How can something so sincere come from a selfish motive?
As Mormons, we take Matthew 28:19-20 from the Bible literally:
“Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and the of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost . . .and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world.”
Because I am a Mormon, I want to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with others simply because I want to spread the happiness and peace it has given to me.
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| Brandon on his mission to New Jersey--1991. I've never met these women, but I know he loves them! |
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| Brad and me at SLC Airport--he's leaving for Rome, Italy--1995 |
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| Family get together in Snohomish, WA in 2000 sending Jeremy off to Guatemala. |
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| Bailey and Uncle Jeremy 2002 |
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| Bailey and Uncle Tyler in Provo, UT before going into the Missionary Training Center--2003 |
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| Spain is a far, far away place for a two year old! |
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